Net King: Opening Ten Draws

"You bastard... Potterstein's face sank to the bottom, staring indifferently.

I secretly made up my mind that I would teach Kijujiro a lesson later, and let him know what pain is.

"Beep! The whole game started, and the German team's Portstein took the lead!"

The referee blew the whistle for the whole game and did not give the two people much time to communicate their attitudes.

"Watch out, rubbish."

Porterstein snorted coldly, and maintained a font lineup with Vandalf, while hitting the tennis racket to the ground.

Boom!.....Boom!...Boom!...Clear and orderly beating sounds echoed, and after a few seconds, the tennis ball flew into the air.

Bang!...The dull impact sounded, and the tennis ball rushed towards the opposite court like a bullet out of the chamber.

"Idiots are... idiots, then I'm welcome..."

Oni Jujiro's eyes flashed a cold light, and there was a frightening danger in his smile.

According to Lin Bing's instructions, they not only have to win this game, but also win beautifully, so there is no room for them to retain their strength.

Tatata! The footsteps of the cheats sounded, and Kijujiro's figure instantly intercepted in front of the tennis ball.

Like a high wall, the tennis ball has nowhere to hide, and the racket arm swings vigorously.

Boom! A thunderous roar exploded, and a dazzling black glow emanated from the tennis station.

"Black!!! Tomahawk!"

An angry shout spread throughout the audience.

The racket glowed with a dazzling black light, and a strong sense of oppression spread throughout the court.

Before Porterstein and the two of Wei Daofen could fully react, the tennis ball slammed down, causing dust and mist all over the ground to be ejected out of the arena.

"It's...it's batting skills."

Portstein's pupils shrank.

Some time ago, the coaching staff taught them a sweet spot technique, which they said was learned from an Asian teenager.

At first they didn't care, but now it seems that this technique really came from Asia.

Because Kijujiro is extremely skilled, and is much better than them.

"Such amazing skills come from this tennis desert. Could it be true that Polk was defeated?"

Returning to his senses, Portstein's heart flashed a dignified look.

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Chapter 458: Power Crush (2 more)

Chapter 458 : Power Rolling 2 is even more booming! The tennis ball emits a black light, and before Porterstein and the two of them have yet to react, they quickly slammed down to the ground, causing dust and mist all over the ground, and ejected out of bounds.

! Oni Jujiro, Watanabe scores, the score is 15.

The ghost's black battle axe directly helped the group win the first point, and the ground was full of debris and the audience fell into a trance.

"This stock as an example...how...how is it possible."

Porterstein's face turned pale, he turned his head in disbelief, and watched the tennis ball rolling slowly outside the bounds.

"Is your strength just like that? I'm a little disappointed... Where is the arrogance just now?"

Oni Jujiro snorted coldly, the muscles on his body moved slowly, the blue veins burst, and there was a strong disdain in his tone.

"You bastard, bastard!!!"

When the sarcastic words came, Porterstein and Sustain Van Dauph immediately recovered from their shock.

His face was blue.

They were taunting each other just now, but they didn't expect that they would win the score in a blink of an eye. When they thought of what they said just now, their faces turned blue and white.

"Hurry up and serve, our mission is to end the game as soon as possible, and not waste with you garbage."

Oni Jujiro put the racket on the disaster-resistant shoulder and said with a grim expression.

"To lose, this Oni Jujirou's strength is far stronger than the two of them, and Watanabe, who has never made a shot, seems to have hidden strength."

Germany went out to the theater, and Berti made a quick judgment after seeing the scene in the arena.

Oni Jujiro's counterattack did not make the muscles of the whole body tense, which means that there is still no use in leaving spare power. Once it is displayed, the consequences will be disastrous.

On the other hand, Watanabe, who just didn't make a move, his muscles twitched slightly when the tennis ball swept past him.

The feeling of oppression created at that moment was captured by Berti. Only the strong and those who have exercised their strength to the extreme can cause such a sense of oppression.

Porterstein, maintaining Vandalfen was originally a member of the second team of 22, and his strength was not in the first line.

This time I came to Japan with them, because the two seniors of the original elite team 1 graduated, and they couldn't get together for a while.

From the passage just now to the light machine ball extension technique, it can be seen that the gap between the two sides is by no means a star and a half.

....."Bastard, take a good look at my serve!"

Porterstein let out a roar.

Apparently he didn't realize that, hidden under the fierce appearance of Oni Jujiro, there was an amazing power.

The tennis ball was detached from the only sight and pressed down with a vigorous swing, and the tennis ball instantly ran through the court.

The strong impact sound penetrated..., the tennis ball slammed across the location, bringing up a thick fog of dust.

"Take a good look at this power, you don't even have the qualifications to enter a national competition!"

Kijujiro sneered, his calf muscles tense.

The data before the voice has fallen, disappeared in place, and an afterimage crossed everyone's retinas.

"So fast... Kijuro, I heard that he is a super genius who joined Makinoto."

"It's really him, it's unbelievable that his strength is so terrifying."

"He wasn't weak in the first place. Last year, Okayama Oku was...relying on him to enter the national competition by himself. He is a real master."

When the audience saw this scene, there was an uproar, and everyone stared at the arena in disbelief.

"This man...very!"

On the way out of the war zone, a bright light flashed across his eyes, and Tokugawa Kazuya beside him also showed a dignified look.

During the dormitory, because the coaching staff directly interfered with the participation quota, the two of them did not fully understand the strength of the seven regular players.

But judging from the strength of Oni Jujiro who just broke out, he is definitely not invincible by ordinary people.

"Kijujiro, in the country, has the strongest power other than me, and Watanabe is not the opponent's opponent in terms of power."

Lin Bing said calmly.

"What, Watanabe-senpai's strength is incomparable"

Hearing this, his pupils shrank sharply, revealing an unbelievable gaze.

Although he had never played an official match with Watanabe, he was very clear in some practice matches that his strength was far from the opponent of this naive young man in front of him.

There is no reason for him, it is only to show a third base, and his counterattack is very difficult.

In other respects, Watanabe may not be as strong as him, but in terms of strength, it is enough to cover everything, and in the true sense, one force can defeat ten meetings.

Just as everyone was discussing, Oni Jujiro's figure pulled out a constant afterimage, as if moving in an instant, blocking in front of the ball instantly.

Portstein's serve is fast, maybe 210.

But this speed is nothing in front of Kijujiro.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, Kijujiro swung the racket violently, swinging the racket against the bouncing tennis ball.

Boom! The beating sounded, and everyone saw the tennis ball fly upside down with great power.

The speed is very fast, and the golden streamer even appears to the fault.

Boom! The dull crashing sound rang out, the ground trembled violently, and the dust mist sputtered, covering the arena.

"The ghost is warming up his muscles, but he is actually angry."

"interesting....."

Byodoin Phoenix had a sly smile on his face.

In the same team for half a year, even he did not dare to say that he would be able to win the game when Oni Jujiro fully exploded his strength.

It can be seen that it is powerful.

"What a great shot..."

Frontcourt's sustaining Vandolphine paled.

He knew that with his own strength, he was not enough to hit the ball back, so he could only put it in the back.

"I come!"

Porterstein roared and rushed out quickly, his face grim.

After all, he is a genius of the German elite team, and his strength may not be as strong as Bisman and others, but he will not easily back down.

After aiming at the tennis ball, the racket hits hard.

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Chapter 459: Destruction? Watanabe (3 more)

A violent crash sounded, and the tennis ball was violently pulled back by Portstein.

"Fighting back! Well done, Potter! Just like that, let's get the game in one go."

"Don't lose, come on! Come on!"

"Oooh! Long live the German tank, come on Potstein! Keep up Vandoven!"

There were cheers from the German team's handful of supporters.

But soon, the cheers stopped at the throat, looking at the arena showing disbelief, trembling all over.

The tennis ball crashed to the ground.

Watanabe's strong figure stood in front of the tennis ball, a simple smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of confidence.