Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Swish!

Raising his head, he looked at Reinhardt opposite, and said coldly, "Although I don't know why you want to destroy my tennis, I have written down this grudge."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, both Mushou and Smith were stunned, what the hell is this guy trying to do.First of all, it was said that there was no need to default on the debt, but this time, it seemed that he was going to talk ruthlessly and get away.

"continue……"

Shiraishi took a deep breath and motioned for Nagasaki to take back the golden bracer, then slowly took out the tennis ball from his pocket.

"This guy……"

Seeing this, Smith and Smith narrowed their eyes.

This person, when his teammates have obviously betrayed him, should he continue to play?

"Ignorant fool."

Wright shook his head and sneered: "He doesn't even know what level of opponent he is facing."

Ralph Reinhardt!

This name is a myth in the American junior high school tennis world.Even if he hasn't been promoted to a professional player yet, the professional tennis world's evaluation of him is no worse than those of European superstars.

Shiraishi's actions are tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg and using a man's arm as a chariot!

call!

But he still threw the ball. No one could read his mood, let alone what he was thinking.The racket was raised high, and Shiraishi's left arm pressed down the racket more quickly.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, in the eyes of people, the tennis ball disappeared!

"what!"

On the sidelines, Smith, Higa, and Namikawa's team members were all surprised.They couldn't even see the trajectory of the tennis ball at all. If it wasn't for the sound of hitting the ball, they would have thought that Shiraishi had missed the ball.

Whoosh!

Opposite, in Reinhardt's azure blue eyes, a silvery speck flashed, his attention increased slightly, and the trajectory of the tennis ball was fully revealed.

"Silver-haired boy, I have to say, I underestimated you. Unfortunately, you are still too naive..."

He lifted the racket, and the momentum of the whole person rose at this time, as if he would use his true strength to completely destroy Shiraishi.However, when he glanced at the wooden hand behind Shiraishi, his movements suddenly slowed down.

Whoa!

He swung the racket lightly, but he deflected the tennis ball and flew out, aiming at the blind spot on the far side of Shiraishi.

"You are lucky."

Reinhardt paused for a moment, and swept around the court lightly. Among the crowd, a little bit of light flashed.If you look closely, it is an extremely concealed camera equipped.

"Sure enough, those guys are still here..."

As the captain of the U.S. national team, Reinhardt has a very sensitive sense of smell for reporters.Moreover, he is very good at dealing with those people, and because of this, he knows in his heart that he must not use tennis violence to injure the silver-haired guy in this place and this time.

Even if he really wants to destroy the other party.

"but."

When he turned his eyes, he saw the wooden hand that started the shrunken method and chased the tennis ball, and the corners of his mouth could not help twitching: "Facing the tennis ball playing behind you, can you dodge once, or can you dodge the second time? ?"

Swish!

Behind Shiraishi, using the Shokuji method, he raised the racket toward the wooden hand that stepped over the tennis ball in one step.The panic in his eyes was long gone, replaced by a coldness like ice.

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"Shiroishi Kuranosuke, I won't let you dodge the second time."

call!

But at this moment, a figure of tingling suddenly appeared in front of him, and the silver racket was picked, and the tennis ball was beaten before him.

"Feel sorry!"

Shiraishi's cold laughter came: "I won't let you touch tennis again."

"Well……"

Mushou's face changed, looking at the opposite sideline ball that Reinhardt hit again, he narrowed his eyes and stepped out again.

"I don't believe that you are faster than me."

His method of shrinking the ground in all directions, no matter where it is, is all in one step.In terms of speed, he doesn't think he will lose to the opponent.

but……

Swish!

The wooden hand had just caught up with the tennis ball, and was about to swing the racket to hit it back, but the silver racket took a step faster, and with a bang, hit the tennis ball before him.

"I'm sorry, I did what I said."

Baishi's voice came again, causing a bloody sigh on Mu Shou's wheat-colored face.At the same time, the negative emotions that had been silent in his body gradually emerged again with the ups and downs of his mood.