Net King: Power of Fantasy

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“Move like thunder.”

Sanada held the racket with both hands, raised it high, and slashed it at the tennis ball in front of him.

Bang.

The tennis ball ran through the court like a blue lightning bolt, landed heavily on the ground, and then flew off the court.

“15-15。”

The referee announces the score.

“How about it, Keigo Jibe, it’s not comfortable to face the taste of thunder and lightning, you better let me get drunk into the abyss of defeat.”

Sanada directly returned what he had just said to the traces.

“It’s really fierce, should it be said that it is worthy of being the minister of the Ice Emperor and the deputy minister of Lihai University.”

Spectators outside the stadium watched with relish, and this level of competition, even in national competitions, is very rare.

“Are these two people really first-year middle school students like us, just like monsters.”

Looking at Jibe and Sanada on the field, Kikumaru Eiji said with some distress.

With his strength, facing either of the two people on the field, I am afraid that he will not last twenty minutes.

This year’s national competition was held in Tokyo, so Shusuke, Sadaharu Kana, Shuichiro Oishi, and Eiji Kikumaru also came here to watch the final of this national competition.

“Hehe, don’t be discouraged, Eiji, as long as we work hard, we will become as strong as them in the future.”

Shuichiro Oishi said comfortingly.

Buji Shusuke on the side had already opened his eyes at this time, and a trace of fighting intent and fiery flashed in those ice-blue eyes from time to time.

Such strength is also what he longs for, and one day, he will stand on the same height as them.

On the other side, Kansadaharu was still drawing thanks in his notebook while muttering to himself.

On the pitch.

“Sanada, Uncle Ben can’t take your movements like thunder now, but how long can you hold out?”

Traces glanced at Sanada’s knees, and a glint flashed in his eyes.

On the opposite side, Sanada continued to serve.

This time, Sanada did not use Swift Wind.

Since the wind does not work for the traces, there is no need to use them.

“Huh.”

Traces chuckled.

Click, click, click.

Traces once again activated the world of ice, and icicles filled Sanada’s pitch.

Bang.

Trace swings his racket and hits the tennis ball towards one of the icicles.

Click.

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

“Aren’t you dead yet, Keigo Jibe.”

Sanada’s grim voice sounded on the court.

“Then let me destroy your faith.”

Sting.

A flash of blue electricity flashed, and Sanada’s figure appeared in front of the tennis ball, and then the racket split on the tennis ball.

The tennis ball turned into a ray of thunder and rushed towards the trace.

Bang.

The tennis ball landed, with an explosion, and flew off the court.

“30-15。”

The referee announces the score.

“Know the gap between us, Keigo Jibe.”

Sanada said coldly.

“Sanada, let you be proud for a while.”

Hearing Sanada’s words, instead of showing an annoyed look on Jibe’s face, a weird smile appeared.

“Keigo Jibe, what the hell are you?”

Seeing the weird smile on Jibe’s face, Sanada had a bad premonition in his heart.

The game continues.

Bang.

“40-15。”

bang

“GAME, Tachihai Dai, 1-0.”

The referee announces the score.

The rest area of the Ice Emperor.

“It seems that the traces can’t deal with Sanada’s movement like thunder, what should I do now.”

The face of the Himawari people was a little anxious.

“It is indeed difficult to catch the movement like thunder in the current traces, but this does not mean that the traces cannot win this game.”

Youyun shook his head.

“Huh? What does that mean? If the trail can’t catch the movement like thunder, will you win Sanada so much that day? ”

Mukahito asked with some doubt.

“Sanada’s movement like thunder is very powerful, but this move has a big drawback, you will know it later.”

Youyun said.

He had probably guessed what was going on in Jibu’s mind.

On the pitch.

Now it’s the Ice Emperor’s serve, served by Traces.

Trail throws the tennis ball, throws his upper body back sharply, and swings his racket on the tennis ball.

“Don Wieser serves.”

Bang.

The tennis ball flew over the net, landed on Sanada’s half, and rushed out of the field directly against the ground, without bouncing back.

“Hmph.”

Sanada’s face turned a little ugly.

For Don Wyser serve in the traces, he doesn’t have any good solutions at the moment.

“Look, Sanada, look how Uncle Ben broke you.”

Jibe muttered to himself, and then continued to serve.

Bang.

“30-0。”

Bang.

“40-0。”

Bang.

“GAME, Ice Emperor, 1-1.”

The referee announces the score.

Jibu directly won the game with four Don Wyser serves.

Tachikai large rest area.

“If this continues, it looks like the game will become a protracted battle.”

Looking at the situation on the field, Liu Lianer spoke.

“Renji, how long can Renichiro’s thunder last now.”

Seiichi Yukimura, who was sitting in the Tachikai Grand Guidance Table, suddenly asked.

“It’s okay to hold on… Yukimura, you mean to say? ”

Liu Lianji subconsciously prepared to return to Yukimura’s question, but when he said so, he suddenly reacted.

“I think that serve of Keigo Jibe should not be used too many times, just look at him and Ichiro, who can’t support it first.”

Yukimura said lightly.

On the pitch, the game gradually fell into a protracted battle.

The traces couldn’t catch Sanada’s movements like thunder, and Sanada couldn’t fight back the traces’ movements like thunder.

The scores on the field began to rise alternately.

1-1。

2-1。

2-2。

3-2。

3-3。

4-3。

Under this high-intensity battle, the strength of the two people is extremely fast.

It was only in the seventh inning that the two were already sweating profusely and began to gasp.

Now it’s the turn of the Ice Emperor’s serve, served by Trace.

The trail throws the tennis ball, bends its body back, and hits the tennis ball with a swing.

“Don Wieser serves.”

Bang.

The tennis ball landed on the ground and then rushed forward along the ground.

This time, however, Sanada did not sit still.

“Keigo Jibe, your Don Waiser serve is useless.”

The figure flashed Sanada had already arrived in front of the tennis ball, and then the racket swung upward.

The tennis ball, which was almost attached to the ground, was picked up by Sanada and flew towards the trace.

“Why was Sanada suddenly able to beat Tang Wyser back from the traces?”

The faces of Xianghiyue and the others changed.

If the serve is broken, isn’t it dangerous? _

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