Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

His eyesight couldn't penetrate the dust in the sky, after all, it was a physical obstacle.However, he was able to roughly guess from the sound and the law of dust changes around him that the white stone inside seemed to be transforming.

Use your opponent as a pedal?

Thinking of this possibility, his pupils couldn't help shrinking.

This idea is too bold and too dangerous!

Although it is not clear which country in Europe and America the blond youth is a genius, he is sure that the subtle aura on the other side is at least that level.

Breaking through in front of such an opponent is not as simple as taking a risk.A little carelessness can even ruin a tennis career.

Whoa!

Catching up with tennis, Reinhardt no longer teased his opponent like he did before.In his eyes, there was a trace of caution, and a trace of killing intent that no one else could detect.

The picture in the dream is vivid in my eyes.

He didn't want to really cultivate a monster that would threaten him and interfere with his future plans.

For this reason, even if he was punished, he would not hesitate!

"Boy, don't blame me for being cruel, if you want to blame it, blame you...too-weak-!"

Squinting his eyes, Reinhardt shook the racket lightly, removing all the spin and force from the tennis ball.Then, the racket sank a little while holding the tennis ball, and when his right hand was almost vertical, he suddenly exerted force.

Whoosh!

Immediately, a ray of light shot out.

People can't see the tennis track at all, but whether it's a player like a wooden hand or a passerby who hasn't touched the racket at all, they all see a flashing silver line.

"This is……"

Outside the arena, Smith's color changed suddenly, and he couldn't help shouting: "Light particle volley!"

This is the real top-level trick, which was created by a former senior of New York Second Public High School, a man named Clemens, where Smith is located.

That senior seems to have gone to the U-17 for further studies in the United States. It is said that the ranking in it is not low.

"Light particle volley?"

Outside the court, the middle-aged man in the floral shirt frowned slightly: "Long Ya, that kid seems to have said that the 78th high school student in the world, the kid named Klay, can play this kind of ball, right? "

Leighton Clemens, ranked 78th in the world for high school students, is nicknamed the Light Particle Expert, and is good at high-speed return shots.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man reacted.After swiping his eyes lightly, Reinhardt, who seemed to be nothing, thought to himself, "That is to say, is this person most likely from the United States?"

From this point of view, this game may not be as simple as he imagined.As for the ultra-high-speed slamming ball that had just been shot into the smoke, he turned his eyes and gradually raised a trace of solemnity.

That kid, you probably can't get it, right?

and many more! !

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked deeply into the center of the chaotic airflow.There was neither the sound of catching the ball nor the sound of the tennis ball landing.

Could it be that……

puff!

The next moment, a light yellow color shot out, and the target was Reinhardt on the opposite side.

"what?"

The Captain America's expression changed slightly. It was a volley of light particles. Even if Clemens's ranking was only 78th, even if he used only one-tenth of the power just now, it was definitely not something the opponent could fight back!

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Susu! !

On the opposite side, the gray chaotic airflow gradually showed signs of condensing into a storm.Moreover, a faint aura that made Reinhardt feel uneasy slowly radiated out.

"Boy, then try this trick again."

Eyes widened, Reinhardt's arm muscles swelled, and a horrified aura emanated.But he saw him raise his racket, aim at the tennis ball that was flying in front of him, and slammed it.

Boom!

Suddenly, a piercing eardrum sound came.

crackle!

The tennis ball was like a burning crimson cannonball, and there were continuous explosions around it. With a swoosh, it shot towards the center of the opposite storm.

No. 72, Devil's Muscle - Harlein Yat, Crimson Explosion!

tread!

However, at the center of the storm on the opposite side, a figure stepped out.His silver hair fluttered, his clothes rattled in the strong wind, his racket swung, and he buckled towards the tennis ball without hesitation.

Boom!

Suddenly, a deafening crash sounded.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball turned into a silver thread and shot back at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Outside the arena, the expressions of Smith and the others couldn't help changing: "This is... a volley of light particles?!!"