Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

It's just that the players of the same type as him in the Korean team are too weak to stimulate the fierceness in his body.

The match with this Duke Watanabe made him break through.

tread!

tread!

Here, Jin Changjie is pressing step by step.

pedal!

pedal!

Over there, Watanabe stepped back.

It seems that under this pressure, the so-called King of Destruction will be completely defeated.

call!

At this moment, Kim Changsuke raised his racket.

His eyes changed.

It is no longer the fear before, but the kind of firmness and self-confidence after 4.8's whole person has undergone a qualitative change after being tempered by fire.

He can win!

Even the so-called King of Destruction is no match for the King of Power in Korea.

This has become an unquestionable fact at this moment.

"It's over!"

He snorted lowly, the racket in his hand was full of strength, and with a thud, he hit the tennis ball suddenly.

puff!

With a sound of breaking through the air, the tennis ball was shot straight at Watanabe like a cannonball.This ball seemed to push him into a corner.

However, one of the three illusions of the game seems to be that... I can win.

"You seem to have made a mistake..."

At this time, Watanabe's small eyes blinked, and the smile on his face slowly subsided.At the same time, with his body as the center, a majestic momentum rose.

CHAPTER [-] RULE CHANGES

hum!

For an instant, the air seemed to be still.Even the tennis ball that was flying in the air seemed to be fixed by some terrifying force, and there was a momentary stagnation.

"This feeling is..."

Opposite, standing in front of the net, Jin Changjie, like a cat feeling the danger, the hair on his body completely exploded.

At this moment, he only felt as if he smelled... the smell of death.

"Gudu..."

His throat knotted and rolled unnaturally.

"The Duke...home run!"

Suddenly, Watanabe's cold voice sounded.Immediately, the racket in his hand slammed forward.No fancy tricks, no gimmicky moves, just an ordinary swaying forward.

call!

But at the moment when the racket was swung, the dust on the ground was stirred up.Then, in the blink of an eye, Watanabe's half was completely shrouded.

Boom!

The next moment, there was an explosion.

"Cuck, chuckle..."

Hearing this voice, Jin Changjie's body trembled instinctively.On the other hand, the players and fans of the South Korean team covered their mouths one by one outside the stadium. Even more frightened, they covered their eyes and dared not watch any more.

"puff!"

A blood-like sound rang out, and a figure flew out from the yellow fog that filled the sky in people's sight.

It is unimaginable that Jin Changjie, who weighs [-] jins, was lifted into the air like a kite.

bang bang bang...

Landing, rolling, that sturdy body rolled to the corner of the wall like a log.When he looked again, Jin Changjie's eyes had already closed, and the whole person had already passed out.

"One, one ball...?"

Seeing this, those spectators in the passage on the second floor all showed stunned expressions.But more, it is like a ghost, with a dull face, as if it has been turned into a sculpture.

wow~~~

All of a sudden, the entire stadium was like an extremely depressed crater, and a strong and deafening sound suddenly erupted.

There are sounds of inhalation, exclamations, and clamoring that it is vicious and hurtful, all mixed together, making this originally solemn arena look like a vegetable market.

"Lose, lose...?"