Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

On the opposite side, the bald man walked in front of the tennis ball like a stroll.The racket was raised, and a simple swipe hit the tennis ball out.

Boom!

On the opposite side, Tezuka only felt that the racket was a little heavier.

gritted teeth.

He hit the tennis ball back again.

"what happened?"

On the field, the high school students in Field [-] looked at each other.That junior high school's anger was instantly broken, and now it's even more difficult.

Moreover, with the increase in the number of shots, a layer of fine sweat gradually exuded from that white and cold face.

"Can't be wrong."

Shinoda Saburo's face is very ugly, his strength is not as good as Tezuka, but he has been in the u-17 for many years, which makes his experience in the struggle far surpass that of a 'simple' person like Tezuka.

"This guy is gradually increasing his strength, trying to increase the burden on this junior high school student's arm..."

Once or twice, maybe nothing.

But many times in a row, the arm was compressed by the high-intensity rotation, and water droplets pierced through the stone. Sooner or later, the arm would not be able to bear it.

Until then, just add one more to the heavy burden. …

Bang!

boom!

As the sparring unfolded, the bald man was even more surprised at Tezuka's tenacity.This young representative of Japan has a red arm, but his face is still calm.

This is calmness condensed to the core.

The bald man's eyes became heavier: "Even QP doesn't have such a calm heart at this age, right?"

"No wonder I am."

His eyes became sharp, and in an instant, a real aura erupted.Like a sharp sword, it stabs the opposite Tezuka.

"This baptism is a gift I gave you. If you can't take it, you can only blame you for being too weak!"

Chi!

In an instant.

Turned into a blurred ellipse.

Ring-like, like a nebula, the rolled up sand seems to wrap around the outermost meteor belt of the nebula.

In an instant, he was in front of Tezuka.

"Can you stop it?"

He trembled in his heart, and the left arm he was holding couldn't help but tremble.But immediately, he was suppressed by him with absolute calmness, and his weak left arm suddenly lifted up and hit the tennis ball.

boom!

At the moment of touch, Tezuka's brows furrowed together, revealing a painful expression.But then, as soon as he gritted his teeth, the ruthlessness in his body seemed to be inspired.

The powerful pressure stimulated the potential in his body.

scoff!

The racket swivels and the tennis ball rolls along the surface of the racket.The powerful oppressive force was completely offset by Tezuka's rotation that increased several times.

slap, slap...3.8...

Then, the sound of a tennis ball landing sounded.

On Tezuka's face, beads of sweat kept falling, but a smile appeared on that stern face: "game! Tezuka Kunimitsu, 1-0!"

The price to pay is great though.

But in the end, he still got a game from the opponent.

"horrible."

The bald man was shocked.

He guessed that Tezuka would fight back, but he didn't expect that his 'baptism' trick could not even break through that weak arm.

"Come again!"

He looked at Tezuka, and for the first time real killing intent flashed in his eyes.

clap, clap! !

But at this moment, a soft clapping sounded outside the stadium, and immediately, a clear voice floated in: "I said, does the king of dé only have so much air? Your Excellency Polk?"

Chapter [-] The retreating German general

Ok?

The man in the leather jacket changed slightly.

The high school students next to him were surprised.