Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"Who are those two people..."

He remembered that when the picture flashed by, the last two people appeared on the screen, and Kurobe's brows were deeply furrowed.

He was sure that he had never seen those two people in the u-17 training camp.However, the other party was wearing the jacket of the representative of Japan.

"Could it be that……"

As if thinking of something, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"parking!"

He waved his hand, startling the driver, and he braked suddenly, almost throwing the three of them out.

"Damn!"

Saito was a little sullen, but seeing Kurobe's ugly face, he quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"You go first."

Kurobe shook his head, got out of the car, and ran towards the remote stadium not far away.Seeing this, Saito narrowed his eyes.

"In that case, it seems to be where the ghost classmates often stay, right? Forget it, it's important to rush over first."

Immediately, he patted the driver on the shoulder and said solemnly: "Quick, you have to be quick, you must get there within three minutes."

"Three, three points?"

The driver was stunned, but seeing Saito's face, he could only grit his teeth and say, "Okay, I'll try my best."

Buzz! !

Immediately, a kick of the accelerator rushed to the stadium not far away, where there was faint smoke and dust.

"Are you serious?"

Outside the stadium, Muramori stared at Shiraishi's Kuzonev and raised his fist subconsciously after seeing the explosion.

The situation is not good.

This Kuzonev, but the world number [-] master.Although the strength is not as good as Byodoin, in the last game, he was largely underestimated and was defeated by one goal.

Now, with the posture of a real competition, I am afraid that Shiraishi may not be able to block it.

"Do not."

But soon, there was a hint of hope on Muramori's face: "If he can use the form of skill in that state, he may be able to resist the opponent's attack."

The state of no self can stimulate the potential of Shiraishi to the greatest extent.

call!

At this time, Kuzonev moved his left hand tightly clutching the tennis ball and threw it high into the air.

Goo, goo!

The muscles in his arms swelled and piled up one by one, making Muramori's eyes straight from the sidelines.

call!

The fan-like palm swung hard, the racket banged, and the tennis ball burst out.

"Good come!"

On the opposite side, seeing this shot with a strong sense of strength, as if to blow the tennis ball away, Shiroishi laughed and stepped out without escaping.

"This kid..."

Petronovich frowned secretly.

Kuzonev's ball, but with the power of the potential.That is a crushing level, even he would not dare to touch its edge easily.

Whoa!

But he saw Shiraishi's entire racket lifted and swung out violently.

boom!

The two collided, and Shiraishi's arm trembled. Obviously, the opponent's strength was beyond imagination.But he immediately stabilized his body, broke his strength with his skills, and transformed his situation with form.

"Give me over!"

With a swing of his racket, a cloud of dust engulfed half of the court.

"Humph!"

Opposite, Kuzonev sneered.The figure flashes quickly, and the flexibility is staggering.Catching up with the tennis ball, his racket jerked.

boom!

On the opposite side, Shiraishi also fought back not to be outdone.

boom!

boom!

Immediately, the entire stadium was shrouded in smoke.On the other hand, Petronovich and the Byodo-in House seemed to be watching the excitement and couldn't get involved at all.

Boom!