Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

However, after waiting for a few breaths, Yukimura's expression gradually changed.

No sound!

From the moment he landed to the present, there was no sound of hitting the ball!

rustle……

At this moment, the coat fell to the ground, revealing the tennis ball gently rolling towards his feet.Yukimura's face changed, he raised his head suddenly, and his pupils could not help shrinking.

On the opposite side, Shiraishi smiled and kept the swipe of the racket.

That's... an empty cicada!

Chapter [-]: The Field That Can't Intervene

"Empty cicada?"

Everyone in Lihai lost their voices, and Bai Shi's stance was clearly the same as Liu Na's silent and non-rebound Kong Cicada after landing.

"Yukimura-san."

Shiraishi, who put away the racket, smiled and said, "I think it's better for you to take off your jacket. This match may be more intense than you think."

Ok?

Yukimura's brows sank, and his eyes swept across Shiraishi.

At this moment, the face of the other party no longer had the soft smile like the spring breeze when he was training.The rest is a fighting will, as if it can melt steel into molten iron.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke!

This fighting intent was even stronger than when he and Tezuka fought against Tezuka two years ago.

"Aki!"

Without answering, Yukimura bent over to pick up the clothes, shouted Kirihara aside, and threw the jacket out.Turning his head, he looked at Shiraishi, and his aura was also rising.

"Are you serious?"

In the Sitianbao Temple, Koishikawa and the others frowned.After all, Yukimura is famous, and before Shiraishi appeared, he was recognized as the number one junior high school student.

Now, after being provocatively knocked off by Shiraishi, the minister of Li Hai is finally about to explode?

Can't hold your face?

Express your inner emotions?

Do not!

Although there are some, but more is Yukimura's fighting spirit that has been silent for a year, and it boils again.

call!

At this time, Shiraishi threw the tennis ball again.He stood on tiptoe, stretched his arms, and swung the racket down toward the tennis ball.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball was shot quickly.

"Left, half-arc backspin."

In an instant, Yukimura pierced the mystery of Shiraishi's serve.Then the body starts and moves flexibly towards the tennis ball.In a blink of an eye, he appeared before the tennis ball.

"So fast!"

Qianye's brows sank, his face paled, obviously the consumption of the battle with Sanada just now has not yet eased.At this moment, there was a little gleam in his eyes, as if he wanted to understand Yukimura's thoughts and next actions.

He turned his body sideways, raised his arms and swung the racket, but the slightly sinking front of the racket made Yukimura's attack full of uncertainty.

"Look, can't see through..."

A trace of cold sweat slipped from Qianye's head.

The Minister of Li Hai, every action is extremely strict.He wanted to use his extreme playing experience to analyze, but he couldn't see through the opponent's thoughts and guess his actions.

"The left side..."

Chitose next to him spoke in a low voice, as if he was not quite sure of his judgment.Just when Yukimura's racket almost touched the tennis ball, he raised his head and looked at Shiraishi.

Stick to the center line and stay as still as a mountain.

"Still observing? How is it possible!"

Chitose was shocked, and the two were still fighting psychological warfare.Shiraishi waited for Yukimura to shoot, while Yukimura was using a fake swing to force the opponent to lose his breath and attack first.

Click!

A slight noise came out, but it was Shiraishi's toes pressing the ground, leaning forward and sprinting.

"You lost."

The corner of Yukimura's mouth twitched slightly, and the angle of the racket he was about to hit the tennis ball turned slightly.With an oblique draw, he hit the tennis ball to Shiraishi's backhand side.

"The one who loses is you."

On the opposite side, Shiraishi's body, who was about to take a step, shrank back instantly.His left foot that was 'squeezed' out was actually just a virtual image, and it was the heel of his right foot that made the sound, grinding the ground very obscurely.

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