Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

The hearts of everyone in Langchuan Middle School sank. This kind of foot strength is no longer fast in the traditional sense.God knows what kind of monster Shiraishi's opponent is.

Swish!

After catching up with the tennis ball, Reinhardt was still indifferent. The racket flicked in front of him, and he firmly blocked Shiraishi's ultra-high-speed serve.

"Ok?"

However, the moment the ball and the racket collided, his face changed quietly.

chi chi...

The above rotation has a tendency to turn and stop.

"This is……"

Squinting his eyes, in just a split second, Reinhardt understood the changes in tennis and knew Shiraishi's plan.

Chi Chi! !

Sure enough, the tennis ball that had stopped spinning started to spin again.And, there are faint signs of moving towards the edge.

"This character is really unwilling to admit defeat."

Shiraishi's serve imitated the changes in Reinhardt's previous hits.This feeling is somewhat of what he saw in the hands of Echizen Longya, the so-called selfless state.

However, Shiraishi's attack was sharper.This state is also several times stronger than without me.

Susu! !

Seeing the constantly flipping clothes around Shiraishi, Reinhardt narrowed his eyes, and he felt that familiar aura.

Although it is not like a raging wind, nor is it like a raging fire, and it is not as domineering as a thunder, but there is something faintly condensed.

It is unimaginable that a mere junior high school student, who has not even touched the threshold of quasi-world class, would make Ralph Reinhardt, who is an American super genius, feel heart palpitations!

"It's really you!"

That familiar feeling was exactly what he felt in his dream.However, it is much weaker than that, and it also proves the conjecture in Reinhardt's heart.

That dream was a prophecy.

The 'shrine' he saw was Shuri Castle.

The door he saw was the Shurei Gate.

The silver-haired youth he saw, the monster with world-class strength, was the junior high school student in front of him.

However, the opponent is still very weak, so weak that he can destroy it at any time.

"Something that gets in the way of my plans."

The azure blue eyes under the sunglasses flashed a terrifying stern: "There is only destruction!"

Chapter [-] Limit States

scoff!

As if sharp metal scraped against the wall, Reinhardt's racket swung violently, and the tennis ball exploded with a sharp thud as if it had pierced the air.

Whoosh!

In an instant, Shiraishi's serve ~ shot back.

"So fast!"

His eyelids twitched, but as soon as his consciousness turned, his body instinctively took a step forward.

"Oh?"

Outside the venue, a middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses couldn't help his gaze. "The body reacts before the consciousness, the realm of no-self? No, no!"

But he saw Shiraishi leaning over and bowing his head, his whole being like a nimble cheetah.Although the speed was not as terrifying as Reinhardt's, it also dazzled the surrounding audience, as if a dozen afterimages of white stones appeared in an instant.

"This speed!"

Mushou's face sank, if Shiraishi's serve made him feel heart palpitations.That speed of movement made him terrified.

Because of the rapid movement, a layer of dust was raised behind Shiraishi.In an instant, he was wrapped in it.Mushou squinted his eyes, but couldn't see the specific picture inside.

"Have you gotten stronger again?"

Opposite, Reinhardt frowned.

The opponent, like a dried-up sponge, was absorbing water little by little from the match just now.Strength, visible to the naked eye grows up.

"This guy, doesn't he take me as a stepping stone?"

He narrowed his eyes, and the corner of his mouth raised a trace of disdain: "It seems that you have made a mistake."

call!

At this time, the opposite side, which was full of dust, emitted a yellowish light.The silk thread was intermittent, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, the golden light shone, which made Reinhardt feel shocked.

Got stronger!

Changed to the previous Shiraishi, even if he unlocked the golden wrist guard, he would not be able to hit such a high-level return.

Outside the court, the middle-aged man in the patterned shirt lit up: "Some kind of change seems to be taking place on this kid."