Net King: Obtain Kise Ryota’s ability at the beginning

Breath of the beast!

With the aura like a black cloud pressing down on the city and the sudden surge of five dimensions, all Kimuraji could think of was the breath of a beast.

The so-called beast breath is just a primary use of the momentum, and there are not a few who can master the momentum for masters who have reached the national level, and most of them are super offensive players with strong strength.

With Yakutsu's physical talent and that beastly fighting style, it is not surprising that Kimuraji will comprehend the situation, because this thing Kimuraji will also do.

"This power! This power!

With a presumptuous smile on Yakuzu's pale face, he finally took a step further.

"I'm going to break you, Kimura!"

Yakuzu's muscles squirmed wildly, and the volleyed body was quickly pressed down and his right hand was raised high and smashed down.

Rumble!

There was smoke and dust in mid-air, and for Yakuzu, he had never been as cheerful as he was now.

"You're happy too early, Yakuzu!"

Facing the killing ball that Yakuzu smashed down, Kimuraji stepped on the ground with a fixed gaze and greeted it. Kimura's steps were extremely fast, and he arrived in front of the net before the tennis ball had even crossed the net.

"Goose volley!"

Tiptoe slammed on the ground, and Kimuraji's figure rose up like a sharp arrow, and he actually hit Yakuzu's killing ball back in the air.

Sou!

Boom!

The tennis ball passing through Yakutsu's crotch brought a strong wave of air, and even Yakutsu's pores couldn't help but stand up.

"This move is called a goose volley, how, Yakuzu!"

Kimuraji's gaze looked straight ahead, and the defiant figure under the head of the yakuzu mushroom was constantly gasping.

"Less proud there, you haven't won yet!"

After Yakuzu slowly came to the end line on the left, he would not give up until the game was over.

Bang!

Bang!

Although Yakuzu has made progress again under the pressure of Kimuraji, the current Yakuzu is still too tender for Kimuraji, whose strength still reaches the peak of the national level.

"The game is over, I won, Yakuzu!"

Kimuraji pressed the racket to his shoulder, he liked the look in Yakuzu's eyes now, and the momentum of not admitting defeat was really joyful. No matter how badly repaired it is, he will not give up, and he is only bent on winning against his opponent, which is also the case when Kimuraji first started playing tennis.

"One day, I will definitely defeat you, Kimura!"

Yakuzu's eyes were full of fighting intent, although he had once again suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Kimuraji, but at least this time he had narrowed the distance between himself and Kimuraji.

"I'm looking forward to that day, Yakuzu."

Yakuzu's progress also gave Kimuraji a sense of urgency, and if he couldn't keep moving forward, maybe he would really be caught up by Yakuzu.

Monday.

After finishing the morning cultural lesson, Yakuzu was the first to run to the court where the tennis club of Yamabuki Middle School was located, and began today's practice under the surprised eyes of Kanya Byta.

Yakuzu practiced a lot, and he knew very well that he would have to put in more effort to overtake Kimuraji himself in corners.

"Huh!"

Kanya Fuda also smiled and looked at the sweaty Yakuzu, he knew that only Kimuraji could stimulate Yakuzu into this look.

"It seems that Yakuzu has experienced another fiasco."

Kanda Gan also had a guess in his heart, and the current Yakuzu is exactly the same as Senseki at that time.

In the following period, Yamabuki Middle School's tennis club maintained a fiery passion, and the thriving scene made his companion very happy, and it was the first time he saw this kind of tennis club since the main player of the previous National Three was promoted to school.

Time passed slowly, and soon ushered in the second intramural ranking competition, this time the third grade of the ranking competition fully demonstrated their strength and successfully stood out. But they didn't pull any of the drafts down, and the official members of Yamabuki Middle School's tennis club remained the same as last month's group.

After the main selection challenge, the main selection students of Yamabuki Middle School became even harder, and they had to hurry up to prepare for the upcoming Tokyo Metropolitan Competition.

The first weekend of June.

There was a rush of footsteps in the quiet Yamabuki Middle School, and then a green regiment quickly walked out of the silent school and got on the school bus parked in front of the school.

Today is the start of the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition.

Central Park, Tokyo.

Tokyo's largest park is crowded today, and it can be said that all tennis enthusiasts in Tokyo who follow junior high school tennis tournaments are concentrated here, and together with the competitors and cheerleaders from various schools, the dense flow of people makes the already cool morning even hot.

"Look, it's Yamabuki Middle School."

When Kimuraji and others came here, they immediately attracted the attention of many people, knowing that Yamabuki is the favorite to win the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition this time, and naturally received a lot of attention.

"Wow! So lively, alas, the East. "

First-year Kentaro Minami is still seeing such a big scene for the first time, and it is inevitable that he will be a little excited.

“LUCK！ So many beautiful little sisters! "

Qianshi looked left and right, there were young beautiful girls dressed in cool clothes everywhere, and the quality of the cheerleaders in various schools looked very good.

"Please Qianshi, don't be so embarrassed."

Kimuraji was speechless for a while, did this guy Chiseki realize where this place was.

"Ice Emperor! That's the Ice Emperor's person!

"What a spectacular team!"

"The momentum is amazing!"

There was an exclamation from the side of a green belt, and everyone in Yamabuki Middle School turned their heads to see a huge team slowly coming from the end of the horizon, it seemed that it was also a team to report, but there were probably too many cheerleaders behind the team.

The leader is an elegant teenager, and the tear moles at the corners of his eyes are particularly obvious in the sun.

Jibu paid no attention to everything around him and led the Ice Emperor's team all the way. The others on the road were shocked by the powerful aura of the Ice Emperor's team, and they all retreated to the two sides.

"Shhh!"

"It's really terrifying!"

"I think most of the winners this year are the Ice Emperor!"

When the traces were far away, the surrounding people breathed a sigh of relief and began to discuss enthusiastically.

The faces of everyone in the mountain blow were a little solemn, and they also felt the strong aura on the team of the Ice Emperor just now, an absolute fierce enemy.

"Let's go too, it's time to report."

Kimuraji glanced at everyone and took Yamabuki's crowd to another place to report.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Competition was divided into four groups, each covering at a different course, and Ice Emperor and Yamabuki were divided into two different categories. As long as the organizer is not a fool, he will not run into the Ice Emperor and Yamabuki before the final arrives.

The best is always saved for last.