Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Henry tossed the tennis ball again.

Immediately.

Originally, where the sun was shining brightly, there were faint signs of riots in the airflow. At this time, Henry had raised his racket, stretched his arms, and his graceful and smooth movements were pleasing to the eye.

Zheng!

Like silver blooming brightly, the bright moon sprinkles silver flowers.As if the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed, resounded throughout the stadium again, and in an instant, Henry in the eyes of the people was enveloped in a brilliant white light.

"Knightly breath."

In the Japanese team, Watanabe explained calmly: "A trick that can increase the player's ability in a short period of time is a traditional stunt in England, but no one has been able to play the former net, Henry I. of that level.”

"Henry III?!!"

Suddenly, Mitsugu next to him shook.

Seeing his reaction, Mauri frowned and said, "Why, is this Henry III famous?"

"It's not just famous, it's a generation of football champions."

The shock in Mitsugu's eyes gradually subsided, but his face became unprecedentedly solemn: "Arnold Kay Henry, once the strongest player in Europe, in the Wimbledon final [-] years ago, even more than four sets six With an overwhelming score of zero, he killed the opponent who was ranked second at the time. I just don’t know why he announced his retirement in a hurry after the game and disappeared from people’s sight.”

"You're talking about Henry who once ruled the tennis world before the samurai Nanjiro dominated the tennis world?"

The face of Jundao next to him sank, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"It's him."

The fat man Watanabe was there with a calm expression on his face. To others, this figure seemed to be the god of tennis in the legend, but to him, he was no different from a roadside vegetable seller.

He looked at the court. Henry, who had reached the peak of his momentum and suddenly buckled the racket, raised a slight arc at the corner of his mouth: "Henry III is so powerful, as for his descendants, he is not even [-]% of the level of his youth."

Offspring?

This Henry is actually the descendant of that tennis net Henry?

This is too coincidental!

boom!

Several people were shocked, and at this time, they only heard a violent explosion, and the entire stadium illuminated by the light seemed to be cut by a sharp sword.

A little bit of strange color shot out from it.

At the top, the young man in black holding an orange smiled and said, "I heard that this Henry family used to be a noble in England?"

"It's gone."

Lime shook his head and said: "Only the former King of Balls Arnold has regained the glory of the family, but it was only a flash in the pan. In England now, apart from royal power, there are no nobles."

"Ha ha!"

The black man with the broom head smiled and said, "As expected of the person that boss likes, it's just a pity that little guy can't even touch a tennis ball."

Another laughed and said, "This is also his luck."

"Lucky?"

Walker raised his brows, grinned and said, "The luckiest thing for him is that he didn't run into me.  …"

As he spoke, a suffocating aura surged between his brows.

Obviously, this is an evil god who will be stunned when he sees people.And its tall stature and powerful physique also make ordinary people dare not fight against it.

"makes sense."

The blond young man who was the leader of the crowd smiled slightly, and a gentle smile flashed in his azure blue eyes.But no one could see that beneath this smile, there was a trace of fire that seemed to be set off from hell.

"Quick, let me see what you really... eh?"

Suddenly.

His face, which was always light and light, and could not see the slightest fluctuation, suddenly changed.The muscles at the corners of his eyes expanded subconsciously, his eyes fixed on the court, the figure waving his racket briskly.

Like a storm.

Like a thousand thunder.

The action of turning around and taking a step back was almost indescribable to others.Immediately afterwards, people saw a silvery-white light flashing, not only fast, but also accurately 'hit' on the flying Limang.

Bang!

Then, only a crisp sound was heard.

With a slight shake of the bandaged left hand, all the rotational force contained in Henry's serve was dismissed by an understatement.

Snapped!

4.0

Tennis lands.

Without giving the opponent a chance to react at all, he briskly brushed the bottom line and popped out, and rolled to the side of the corner.

"15, 15-15!"

The middle-aged referee spoke, but he hesitated for a while.