Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Whoosh!

An unceremonious swipe shot.

Just looking at the arc of the tennis ball pulsing with the wind, the players in England next to them shuddered.

"Is this kind of power with a single blow?"

"Is this Destruction King too strong?"

"No!"

But someone looked shocked and exclaimed: "Look at Horn's actions, this guy is serious."

"That is……"

Everyone turned to look, only to see Heller raising the racket and swinging the front end like a rapier.

Snapped!

With a soft sound, the tennis ball with terrifying strength suddenly sank.But what is surprising is that after all the forces gathered at one point, Heller's racket was not hit by a strong force as he imagined.

"Poems Praise the Wind..."

Catching the tennis ball, Heller had an intoxicated expression on his face.His racket was like a pen, swaying gently with his arm, and the pressure on the tennis ball continued to disintegrate as his movements accelerated.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball turned into a little, and the back shot flew out.

like a gust of wind.

Like smooth suet.

Like a girl's sweet singing.

Watanabe only felt a flower in front of him, a little yellow in his eyes instantly magnified.As a world-class player, his expression froze, and he hurriedly swung out the racket to intercept the smash.

But when his racket passed, the tennis ball turned into nothingness and passed through the racket.

"15-15!"

High-speed interception -- a poem in praise of the wind!

Chapter [-] World-Class Showdown ([-])

Tennis is like the wind.

Almost past the naked eye, a false afterimage passed through Watanabe's racket.And when he came back to his senses, the shock in his eyes quietly subsided.

The opponent is strong.

The experience of the game may not be as good as him, but the ability to make good use of other factors, Watanabe considers himself inferior.

It is no wonder that this man is called the genius of England.

Whispers, poetry.

This young Englishman, who exudes a free and uninhibited atmosphere, vaguely has the temperament of an ancient wandering poet.Although it is very light, the temperament has already taken shape, and over time, it will definitely shine on the world stage.

Snapped!

Snapped!

On the opposite side, Heller tapped the tennis ball lightly.

It was impossible for him to say that he was unhappy under the shocking look on his face from the well-known European Destruction King.But he knew better what kind of person the opponent was.

"but."

Raising his head, the light in his eyes became even brighter: "This also proves that the so-called King of Destruction is not invincible!"

Bang!

Hit the tennis ball, his body started again, and he rushed to the front of the net.

560 "Are you still coming?"

Watanabe shook his head, his eyes narrowed slightly.

From the gap in the air, he caught the silent tennis ball that disappeared, and immediately, the heavy pitch-black racket swung out like a hammer.

Boom!

A dull bat sounded.

This blow, Watanabe obviously used force.The thick, dark tones around the tennis ball alone made the scalp tingle.

Chi!

The tennis ball flew out, hitting Heller in front of the net.

The latter took a step, and the racket of his right hand quickly stretched out, pulling the tennis ball against the edge of the racket.The ball rolled quickly, and he himself, rotated [-] degrees.

"The whirlpool of the Thames!"

Heller's eyes widened suddenly.

Bang!