Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"Back off!"

The man Ida said in a deep voice, and the companion nodded, and his body quickly moved to the center line of the court.Who knows, the curvature of the corner of Amibat's mouth is a little higher.

"idiot!"

Snapped!

After he finished speaking, the racket and the tennis ball were rubbed together in his hand.A heavy force reached his arm.

"Fake action?"

A disdainful smile formed on the corner of the Ida man's mouth: "I don't know who is an idiot, but dare to beat my man's summer like this!"

"not good……"

Amibat only felt a scorching heat, the muscles in his arms trembled, and the racket kept shaking.

Whoosh!

However, after all, the tennis ball was thrown out by him, trembling.The original short ball turned into an unqualified counterattack.

"Come again!"

The Ida man laughed loudly, pointed the racket at the tennis ball in his hand, and slammed the fan out.

Boom!

The tennis ball flew out, and the two players of the Indian team felt a scorching sensation.

Boy's summer!

"Good guy!"

Amibat's eyelids twitched, he just received the ball, and it was extremely difficult.But the opponent made a similar attack, but it was as simple as eating and drinking.

"Amibat, focus on me."

Ram's voice came, and Amibat, who was about to catch the ball, shuddered.His expression changed, and the whole person suddenly entered a certain state, and the original hippie smiling face completely disappeared.

"That's right."

Swish!

He smiled softly and jumped up.

"Since the normal ball return doesn't work, then you can try this trick, super long distance... smash!"

He jumped up into the air with amazing jumping power, jumping to a height of nearly two meters.Immediately, he opened his hands, and the speed of his body's descent suddenly slowed down.

"This ability to stay in the air..."

Mitsugu's face changed.

The opponent's body balance is beyond common sense. If it is an ordinary person, he will definitely fall off before the tennis ball passes by, and lose the best chance to hit the ball.

Amibat was different, with his arms outstretched, making him look like a big bird.He was in the air, as if he had the perspective of God, and could observe the opponent's every move.

"I see, your weakness!"

He grinned, and a curry-flavored accent came out.Then, quickly press the racket in your hand.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball was buckled by him and hit the empty spot between Ban Liya and Ida.

"Innocent……"

The Ida man sneered. He raised his head and looked at the tennis ball in the air. He jumped up.

"what?"

Seeing this, there was a burst of exclamations around.

That power-type guy, like Amibat, jumped up like a bird?

Seeing this scene, the Indian team player's eyes changed, Baikalche said solemnly: "Reverse smash..."

"The Boy's... Autumn!"

The racket was raised, and the man Ida aimed at the fierce tennis ball flying in the air, and slammed it.

Boom!

Explosive force on his racket.

However, the image of him falling under the force of the imagination did not appear.The following attacked him, the racket did not move, but the tennis ball that Amibat smashed, trembled violently, and then shot back...  

Boom!

The tennis ball, before he landed, was deeply embedded in the ground.Then it bounced back like a cannonball.

"15-0!"

tread!

The man Ida fell to the ground like a boulder. He stood steadily, his eyes swept over the gloomy Amibat, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Is this the only level of super long-distance attack?"

"hateful!"