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

"What kind of posture is that!"

Tachibana Yoshihira's face was solemn, and Kimuraji in his eyes suddenly became strange and dangerous.

"That posture seems to be! Ancient Martial Arts - Izumo? Chitose

Chisato's gaze was full of scrutiny, and he saw the origin of Kimuraji's hand gesture.

Martial arts tennis?

Tezuka on the field crouched on the bottom line near the left corner, and as Kimura's opponent at the moment, he naturally felt the deepest.

The momentum of Kimuraji's body that kept coming towards him like a tide made Tezuka have to divide part of his mental strength to fight against him.

The power of power!

Kimuraji's mastery of power can already be used in attacks.

Swish!

The tennis ball was thrown upwards, and the racket in Kimura's hand snapped down.

Bang!

The muffled sound of thundering hit shocked many people's hearts, and a golden light cut through the long sky and rushed into the bottom corner of Tezuka's feet in an instant.

"So fast!"

The Shinobu Yuji's face was a little moved, and even he didn't see this ball seriously.

Obviously, Kimuraji made a move.

Most of the people present did not see the shadow of this ball clearly, but Tezuka certainly did not include these people.

Tezuka's figure came to the corner of the bottom line in a few turns, bent his knees and lowered his center of gravity, shook his wrist and pressed the racket, and pushed and pulled the ball out after unloading the heavy force of the ball.

Hang short balls!

A semi-large parabola soars from the bottom corner and hangs down at halftime.

If nothing else, the ball will hang straight down at the junction of Kimura's left front court and boundary.

Ancient martial arts - the method of shrinking the ground!

Kimuraji stepped out and crossed most of the court, and many people's eyes opened and found that Kimuraji had gone to the net.

"Shhh!"

The sound of gasping for air continued, and everyone was shocked by the speed with which Kimuraji could surf the Internet.

Bang!

Kimura's wrist flicked, and a huge parabola rose from his racket.

The high ball jumps up in front of the net, is affected by gravity and rotation, and then smashes down as it crosses the midfield, aiming at the bottom corner of Tezuka's flank.

Hastily!

Hastily!

Hastily!

The white cyclone beside Tezuka reappeared, and the flying clothes and broken hair on his forehead made many young girls scream.

There's no denying that the iceberg-like Tezuka is particularly attractive.

Bang!

By dragging the ball to his body and pulling Tezuka's backhand, this draw flew over the net at great speed, and when it bounced, it accelerated twice under the action of rotation.

This ball is definitely not possible for ordinary people to catch up, but Kimuraji is not very comparable.

Ancient martial arts - the method of shrinking the ground!

The world is just a stone's throw away.

Kimuraji also caught up with the tennis ball with one step, and his arms were stretched out like the wings of a big peng.

Ancient Martial Arts - Eagle Strike!

Rumble!

The eagle struck the sky, and the tennis ball that fell from mid-air set off a terrifying wave.

Tezuka's pupils shrank, and he vaguely saw an eagle swooping towards him, its sharp claws shining with a metallic sheen.

"What a terrifying kill!"

Tezuka immediately judged that the power of this ball was probably extraordinary.

Airplanes!

With a low sound, Tezuka's milky white aura appeared, swirling around his body from the soles of his feet and finally merging into his left hand.

In an instant, a burst of colorful light shone through the audience.

"This is! This one is! Chitose

Chisato stood up directly from his seat, and a milky white aura also appeared on his body.

"Chitose!"

Tachibana Yoshihira looked at his friend in shock, knowing that his friend was the calmest person in Lion Music Middle School on weekdays.

Chitose, who originally collapsed in front of him without changing his face, is it because of the aura on Tezuka's body that Tachibana Yoshihei just felt a little familiar?

"Is that the realm of selflessness?"

Tachibana Yoshihei asked, looking at Chitose, who had calmed down.

"The realm of selflessness? It is one of the three gates of selflessness, the limit of thousands of temperings! Chitose

Chisato's voice was very determined, he would not admit it.

As the most devout believer in selflessness, Chitose Chisato has been on the path of exploring selflessness since he came into contact with the realm of selflessness.

Unexpectedly, he did not expect that he would see the strength he dreamed of in a peer person.

Three doors without me!

Tezuka Kunimitsu!

In Chitose Chisato's heart, Tezuka's weight suddenly surpassed Kimuraji, and for Chitose there was nothing more attractive to him than egolessness.

Rumble!

Tezuka, whose left hand had condensed thousands of tempers, brazenly swung his racket against the killing ball smashed by Kimuraji, and a blast-like sound shook the dust and rubble beside Tezuka.

The audience in front couldn't help but cover their ears, it was so uncomfortable.

The whistling tennis ball rubbed the air like a fireball, and the fluff on the surface had already risen in the friction with the air.

Kimuraji's eyes were solemn, this was a double return of the goal of thousands of hammers, even he had to deal with it carefully.

"Four Gods Performing Martial Arts - Xuanwu!"

Kimuraji drank lowly, and the momentum on his body suddenly condensed like a mountain.

Rumble!

Billowing smoke and dust were everywhere, and the diffuse white fog instantly obscured the sight of everyone present.

"Hair... What happened!

"How's it going! Who won!

"Is this still a junior high school student's competition?!!?"

The spectators exploded, and everyone's eyes were on the stadium shrouded in white smoke, waiting for the moment when the mystery would be revealed.

The summer breeze is accustomed, and the smoke and dust gradually disperse.

"Oooooo

"Yamabuki! Yamabuki! The

scene suddenly resounded with cheers for the mountain blowing and Kimuraji shouting.

In everyone's sight, a small mustard ball was lying quietly in Tezuka's front court.

"Game, Yamabuki Junior High School Kimuraji, 15:15."

The referee took a deep breath, for the first time in all his years of practice, he felt that the job of tennis referee was so dangerous.

Kimuraji's chest heaved slightly, and even he had worked that goal just now.

Tezuka, who was not injured in the first year and has been practicing hard for months, is simply incomprehensible, selfless, the limit of thousands of temperings, the zero short ball, the Tezuka field.

Tezuka's tennis system has been established by himself, and the twelve-year-old boy has already done things that many professional players cannot.

However, the stronger Tezuka is, the more satisfying it will be to defeat such a Tezuka.

"Let's fight, Tezuka!"

Kimuraji shouted, and after a low sound, a white light shot out from his hand.