Net King: Power of Fantasy

“First grade again? This year’s freshmen are amazing. ”

“Again? What do you mean by that? ”

“Don’t you know, I heard that several other courts also produced a few powerful first-year students, and many second- and third-year students lost miserably.”

“Could it be that the sky is going to change this year?”

The people around looked at Tezuka, and some were speechless.

In other places, Shinobu Yuji, Himawari people, Hado Ryo and others also began to enter the eyes of everyone.

Before you know it, it’s afternoon.

The final game of the clouds also began.

His opponent is Kurodabe Buzo, who has just been promoted from second grade to third year this year, and is also a member of the second team of the Ice Emperor Tennis Club.

“The game begins, the game ends, and the wind sees serve.”

The referee’s voice fell, and the game officially began.

At this time, more and more people began to gather here to watch this match related to the main selection quota.

Snap.

The cloud slapped the tennis ball a few times and then tossed it high.

Bang.

Shout.

A sound of breaking the air sounded, and the tennis ball had landed and flew out of the court.

“15-0。”

The referee announces the score.

“Shhhhh

“I didn’t see it at all.”

“This is the true strength of Senior Brother Kazami?”

Although it is just an ordinary serve, it is beyond the understanding of these ordinary members of the Ice Emperor Tennis Department.

As the opponent of the cloud, Kuroda Buzo felt more deeply.

At this time, he only felt an invisible pressure on his body, making himself breathless.

“Impossible, just a first grade, it can’t be so strong.”

Sweat began to appear on Kuroda’s face.

Looking at Kuroda’s performance, Youyun couldn’t help but shake his head.

Such a little pressure can’t stand it, and it’s no wonder that they didn’t directly select the main selection team members from the second team.

If the people in the second team are all at this level, when the Ice Emperor enters the Kanto Tournament, he can only be beaten by people from other schools, and it will not play a role at all.

“It’s really boring, let’s finish it quickly.”

Youyun is not ready to continue playing.

Bang.

“30-0。”

Bang.

“40-0。”

Bang.

“GAME, the wind sees the clouds, 1-0.”

2-0。

3-0.

……

“The game is over, the score is 6-0, and the winner is in the clouds.”

Youyun packed up his racket and left the court, and without the slightest surprise, his regular spot was in hand.

His opponent, Kurodabe Mizo, had already lost the desire to resist, and the whole person fell to the ground and gasped.

“It’s so terrifying, this first grade actually got the main selection place.”

“It’s over so soon, it shouldn’t even take ten minutes.”

“I have to say, Kuroda is really unlucky.”

After the clouds left, the onlookers finally couldn’t bear it.

……

What still happens on the pitch has nothing to do with the clouds.

At this time, Yukumo is looking for Jibu, Tezuka them, if their game is not over yet, they can take a look.

“Who is competing here, why are there so many people, could it be the Traces?”

Suddenly, Yuyun found a tennis court that was almost surrounded by water, and it was very likely that the traces were playing, and walked over quickly.

“Sure enough, it’s the traces, it looks like it’s the last one, another person?”

After Youyun approached, he saw clearly the two people who were playing on the field.

One of them was Trace, and across from Traces was a boy with long brown hair, who also looked like a first-grader.

“Who is this person?”

Youyun frowned, there was no impression of this long-haired boy in his mind.

“Could it be Ryo Haido?”

Youyun carefully identified it and finally recognized it.

It’s no wonder that Youyun didn’t recognize it, it was really the image of the short hair and hat in the third grade of Hakuto Ryo that made him remember too deeply.

Youyun looked at the scoreboard, and the score between the two was 1-1 at this time.

Although the score is the same, the situation in front of the court is not very good for Hades.

“Run for Uncle Ben.”

With a backhand swing, Traces hit the tennis ball to the bottom line on the left side of Hades.

“Abominable.”

Hades gritted his teeth, ran hard with his feet, and finally caught the tennis ball at the last minute.

The last ball he was only moved to the bottom right by the traces, and if he hadn’t been fast enough on his feet, plus the traces had played a trick like this for two whole games, he might not have been able to catch it.

The speed of the trail is also very fast, and the figure has already arrived in front of the tennis ball.

“Run faster for Uncle Ben again.”

The racket in Jibu’s hand hit the tennis ball hard.

Bang.

The tennis ball ran through the court like a sharp arrow, smashing heavily on the right bottom line of the underworld.

Hades quickly turned around and ran towards the bottom line on the right again, but he was still one step late and could only watch the tennis ball fly off the court.

“GAME, Keigo Jibe, 2-1.”

The referee immediately announced the score.

“Traces.”

Hades roared angrily, only feeling extremely humiliated.

If Jibu just used his strength to defeat him, or even crush him, he would admit it.

But Traces uses such tactics to compete with him, making Hades only feel that Traces is playing with him.