Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Watanabe observed the same.

In England, captain Henry raised his brows slightly, while Heller, who ranked second, smiled faintly.

A glint of light flashed in the former's eyes, but for some reason, he didn't tell Philip, who was playing easily.

As for the latter, I am happy to see how things change.

Bang!

Bang!

In the fourth game, Tono's breathing gradually weakened, and Philip's movements were also reduced to the lightest.He raised his head and looked at the dying person, his eyes narrowed into a gap.

"Finally can't stand it anymore?"

Although Tono's mental strength is indeed commendable for being able to persist to this point, Philip himself also felt bored.

His tennis, the most important thing is refreshing.

He likes the thrill of killing opponents, but if it's just a mouse that has been dying, he won't be interested.

"That's it."

Shaking his head, the racket in his hand slid down quickly.

Bang!

With this blow, he wants to end this boring farce.

however.

The moment the tennis ball flew over the net, Tono, who had lowered his head and had disheveled hair, suddenly trembled.

"What, do you feel danger?"

Philip laughed secretly, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth became higher and higher: "There is no point in struggling, your fate is to be hit, and then...get out of the court."

Say it.

He turned around slowly, ready to exit the field.

But right now.

Tono moved.

He raised his head, those purple-gray eyes were replaced by darkness.Between the brows, there is a gloomy feeling that makes the scalp numb.

He raised his racket, without any unnecessary movements or roars, he just looked at the opponent's back coldly, opened his mouth and said, "Death!"

After all, the racket snapped.

Bang!

The crisp sound of hitting the ball rang through the court.

"Huh? I didn't expect you to hide your hand."

Philip raised his brows and turned around unexpectedly.But he didn't take the opponent's 'sneak attack' to heart. He just finished the opponent's attack without using his real strength.

Therefore, the opponent's ability to fight back was not much beyond his expectations.

just.

When he raised his head and saw the tennis ball flying towards him, he fell into a brief sluggishness.

"So fast!"

Then, an uncontrollable idea rose in his mind.

fast!

too fast!

The tennis ball wrapped in the black air in front of him, like a shooting star in the night sky, came to him in the blink of an eye.

"How come so fast?"

His eyelids jumped, and his right hand instinctively raised the racket, trying to block the ball.

But the speed of the ball is too fast.

boom!

No warning.

The tennis ball slammed into his lower abdomen, and with an indescribable force, he was thrown out.

"Ho, ho ho..."

Philip, who flew out, made a sound like a beast in his throat, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Is this still the rubbish that he casually kneaded like a dog?

Chapter [-] Swap Injury for Injury (Part [-])

what?

The moment Philip was shot, all the English players outside the field, including those in the audience on the stage, had their eyes straight.