Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

The shape of technology!

But I saw Shiraishi's racket gently rubbing against the tennis ball.Immediately, the tennis ball quickly rotated along the surface of the racket, spinning sharply, setting off a layer of white mist.

With a screeching sound, the tennis ball turned in the opposite direction.

"Well……"

Seeing this, Nanjiro's expression changed slightly.The spin he imposed on the tennis ball was cracked.Looking at Shiraishi's eyes again, he couldn't help but dignified a bit.

The other party, when he fought against him for the first time, was unable to break through his domain for a long time.In the end, it was even through the transformation of light and darkness that he just got a point from him.

But now, in just an instant, the realm was resolved.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flew back upside down, Nanjiro calmed down and started running again with bare feet.He chased tennis balls like a leopard pounced on its prey, and in an instant, the narrow warrior's eyes opened slightly.

"I see!"

The trajectory of Shiraishi's return to the ball was clearly revealed in his eyes.But at this moment, his pupils shrank quietly.

Above, there is no rotation!

Straight ball!

"not good!"

In an instant, the legendary warrior's expression changed.The original movement suddenly changed, the body folded, and turned to another direction.

Bang!

However, Shiraishi hit the ball so fast that it went through his defense and hit the ground behind him.

Swish!

Shiraishi turned the racket and said with a smile, "15-0!"

"You kid, it's not bad."

Minamijiro squinted his eyes, and he felt the change in Shiraishi with the ball just now.

The potential of this kid may be stronger than he imagined.

But... looking at the smile at the corner of Shiraishi's mouth, this veteran who has been retired for many years has a faint black line appearing on his forehead.

It stands to reason that the relationship between Shiraishi and Nanako is still his descendant.Although today's game was just an ordinary practice, he was teased by the younger generation, and his old face was still a little unstoppable.

"Do you feel complacent after winning a goal?"

He looked at Bai Shi and sneered: "Alright, it's time to open your eyes to what real technology is."

"Wait and see."

Shiraishi smiled, but he was really looking forward to seeing the means of some professional players again.

Bang!

The crisp sound of hitting the ball sounded, and he hit the tennis ball to Nanjiro's backhand side again.

Whoosh!

Looking at the tennis balls flying straight in, Nanjiro nodded slightly: "Yes, my brain hasn't burned out yet."

This is a high-speed straight serve, Shiraishi implements his biblical pragmatic style, and does not pretend to be a sophisticated use of skills.

This made Nanjiro nodded secretly.

He was originally worried that at this age, Shiraishi had this kind of strength and became confused, becoming arrogant and ignorant.After all, there are countless geniuses in the world like the sand of the Ganges River, but the number of geniuses who have fallen because of their arrogance is also as many as the hair of a cow.

"Skill, isn't it..."

He stepped out of position, straightened his body, and had the best hitting position.At the same time, the long and narrow eyes of the samurai lighted up a little.

Indeed, as a world-class top player, it has been ten years since Nanjiro retired.His state will definitely decline to a certain extent.

After all, no matter how talented a person is, it is impossible to violate the laws of life.Muscle, cellular activity, responsiveness, etc., will gradually weaken with age.

But if there is anything in Minamijiro that does not decrease but increases, it is...technology!

Swish!

He raised the racket, and Shiraishi's pupils shrank suddenly.

In an instant, there was no trace of Nanjiro's racket in his sight.The opponent's entire arm, including the racket, was abnormally blurred.

So much so that Shiraishi even saw a trace of... distortion!

Snapped!

With a light sound like a mosquito's horn, the racket in Nanjiro's hand wrapped the tennis ball completely.At this moment, the surface of his racket no longer seemed to be straight, but was like an ocean wave, with ups and downs and fluctuations.

It seems that it is not the racket that catches the tennis, but his hand!

The so-called real - like an arm!

"Alright, boy!"

On the opposite side, the corner of Nanjiro's mouth lifted slightly.Between the lights and flints, his racket quickly pushed forward, the picture was flat, and there was an indescribable sense of relaxation.