Net King: Power of Fantasy

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“No chance to play? What a hubris. ”

Hearing Jibe’s words, Sanada’s face became a little ugly.

The meaning of this sentence is that they will lose if they don’t play the fifth game?

“Arrogant? Uncle Ben: This is telling the truth. But you, still want to fight Tezuka, haven’t you lost enough? It doesn’t matter, if you don’t lose enough and want to continue to lose, Uncle Ben can also fulfill you. ”

There was a hint of disdain on Jibu’s face.

“Complete me? You thought you were Tezuka? ”

Sanada was angry, and this sentence blurted out directly without thinking.

The moment he said this, Sanada already felt something was wrong.

“Oh? Listen to you, are you admitting that you are inferior to Tezuka? But don’t worry, although Uncle Ben is not Tezuka, it is enough to defeat you. ”

Trace said a little playfully.

Sanada lost his words for a while, how could the trail be able to miss this opportunity? Immediately began to taunt.

“You, hmph, are really sharp-toothed, I hope that after I am pulled into the abyss of defeat, you can still say these words.”

When it comes to mouth cannons, how can Sanada, who has always been serious, be an opponent of the traces.

With nothing to say, Sanada could only snort coldly and walk towards the bottom line with a black face.

“Huh.”

Jibu chuckled and also turned to the bottom line.

“At the beginning of the match, Keigo of the Ice Emperor Department faced Tachikai Daisada, and at the end of the game, Tachikai served the game.”

The referee announces the start of the game.

Sanada stood at the bottom line, took a tennis ball out of his pocket, and prepared to serve.

At this time, there was still a hint of irritation on his face.

“Hmph, let me see if your strength and your mouth are not commensurate, fast as the wind.”

Sanada tosses the tennis ball and hits it at it with his extreme swing speed.

Bang.

Sou.

A breaking wind sounded, and the tennis ball directly tore through the air like a sharp arrow, rushing towards the trace.

In the blink of an eye, Sanada’s serve came in front of Jibe.

“This trick is useless to Uncle Ben.”

Trace’s gaze froze, and his feet moved rapidly.

The figure flashed, and the trail was already in front of the tennis ball that was about to fly out of the court, and then swung the racket to hit the tennis ball back.

Sanada’s Rush Trail Department had seen it many times, and this move was not a threat to him.

After all, Sanada’s fast-winded serve is fast, but with his eyesight, he can still accurately capture the trajectory of the tennis ball.

Bang.

The tennis ball landed on the ground and then bounced off the ground, but Sanada was already waiting for the tennis ball to land.

“Aggression is like fire.”

Sanada also did not expect to score directly from the hands of the traces just by being as fast as the wind.

So, after serving, he’s ready to make the next move.

Sanada’s body began to burn hot, and his right hand gripped the racket, constantly gathering strength, and then slammed the racket the tennis ball.

Rumble.

The tennis ball was covered with a layer of roaring flames, carrying great power and might, rushing towards the traces.

The game had just begun, and Sanada was already in action.

“Aggression like fire? The power is good. ”

A dignified color flashed in Trace’s eyes, and he did not dare to underestimate the power of aggression like fire.

Raising his left hand, Jibe held the racket with both hands, facing Sanada’s aggression like fire.

Bang.

The tennis ball fell into the racket, and the powerful force began to frantically impact the arm of the track along the racket.

Fortunately, the skill of the traces is good, and the preparation has been made in advance, and this ball still failed to break through the racket and get out of his control.

When the strength on the tennis ball gradually disappeared, Trace swung his arm and hit the tennis ball back.

“I’d rather see how long you can hold on, aggression is like fire.”

Sanada snorted coldly, and flames appeared on his body again, hitting the tennis ball towards the trace.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Sanada began to use aggression like fire to attack the Trail Division.

In the face of Sanada’s aggression, Jibe directly used both hands to fight back, without giving Sanada a chance to score.

The two launched a fierce confrontation, and neither of them would back down.

“It’s very bad for me to go on like this.”

Sanada’s face gradually became serious.

He found that the traces were adapting to the force of aggression and had gradually begun to fight back with one hand.

The power of aggression is indeed very strong, but to play this powerful trick, Sanada must make a very large hit.

Therefore, although the aggression is powerful, the ball path is too direct, and once the aggression is like fire and there is no way to crush the opponent with its strong power, then this move is difficult to score.

Similarly, it is very difficult for Jibe to score from Sanada by relying on ordinary return balls.

For a moment, the two were at a stalemate.

When Sanada hit the ball again, Jibe finally took the lead.

“Uncle Ben doesn’t want to play like this anymore, Sanada, since you don’t make a move, then Uncle Ben has to start first.”

Trace whispered to himself, and then a cold cold gleam flashed in his eyes.

“Give it to me, freeze it.”

Click, click, click.

In Sanada’s eyes, the stadium instantly turned into darkness, and at this time, his side was already filled with crystal clear icicles.

The trail aimed at one of the icicles and swung it violently.

Bang.

The tennis ball shattered one of the icicles and flew off the court.

“0-15。”

The referee announces the score.

“Can’t move?”

Sanada was a little surprised, although he had heard Mori Shouzaburo talk about what it was like to face the ice world, but he had not personally felt it, and he did not know the power of this move.

Now after experiencing this move firsthand, he found that the power of this move was even stronger than he thought.

“How about it, Sanada, the taste of the dead corner is not comfortable, don’t indulge in Uncle Ben’s wonderful ball skills.”

Jibu said with a smile.

Sanada did not respond to the traces, but hit the wind like a gallop.

“Uncle Ben said, this trick is useless, continue to freeze.”

Click, click, click.

Sanada’s side was once again filled with icicles.

The trail swung his hand again, and the tennis ball shattered one of the icicles and flew off the court.

Sting.

A flash of thunder flashed, and Sanada’s body flashed with blue electricity, blocking the front of the tennis ball.

“Keigo Jibe, you should still be drunk in the abyss of defeat.”

(Sorry, just ate, a little slower)_

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