Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Yuan Zhe and the others shook their heads, not broken. The negative emotions accumulated on their bodies were increasing.And his whole person, like a marionette, is controlled by the man named Shahrukh.

Spiritual suggestion!

The mastermind of the Indian team's spiritual attack made the Japanese representatives realize the horror of spiritual power.

"A simple hint can actually make people sink."

Mitsugu's face was dignified, and if he didn't break at this moment, he was probably on the verge of collapse.The body can only instinctively follow the opponent's cues, or stay still, or serve incorrectly.

In a way, he has lost the game.

"Spirit... the master!"

In the stands, the representatives of various countries looked solemn.

Like the Japanese representatives, they felt the kind of tennis style that kills without blood from Shahrukh's tennis.

Susu! !

The breeze blew past, as if the reddish maple leaves fell, covering Shahrukh's figure.If it is not broken, it will lose its balance and fall heavily in the maple leaf forest.

boom!

"game! Indian team, 3-0!"

boom!

"game! Indian team, 4-0!"

boom!

"game! Indian team, 5-0!"

"Ugh……"

A sigh filled the air.

In people's eyes, Shahrukh, who crushed his opponent with an overwhelming advantage, was like a gentleman, gently stroking the hair on his sideburns.

He raised his eyes and looked at the blank face on the opposite side, with an unbearable expression on his face: "Unfortunately, this is on the world field."

At this moment, he is like a sympathetic poet, lamenting the cruelty of the game, but he has to bear the weight of the country and move forward step by step.

"In that case..."

With a decidedly serious expression on his face, he shook his head and said, "I will end the pain for you with my own hands."

call!

Saying that, he threw the tennis ball up and dunked the racket.

Boom!

Tennis, the ground sinks.

Immediately, it was ejected like a cannonball.

"15-0!"

On the other hand, the unbroken one is like a sculpture, standing still.

"Boy..."

At this time, Michuan, who was leaning on the coach's bench, opened his eyes, his pair of eagles swept the unbreakable back, and lowered his voice: "If you continue, you will really have no chance. Your tennis will not only be this level. Bar?"

"Well……"

At this time, the right hand that did not break the grip shook unnaturally.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, Shiraishi, Mitsugu and the others lit up.

"Did you break free?"

Shahrukh's eyes showed surprise.He did not expect that the strength of an elite high school student on the other side would show signs of breaking free.

Bang!

Thoughts turned, he slammed the tennis ball down.

Boom!

On the ground, dust rises.Along with the air waves, it was lifted off the field and spread out little by little.

"30-0!"

"Your struggle is meaningless."

Shahrukh raised his hand gracefully, with a tennis ball between his fingers.Under everyone's attention, he threw it up lightly, then stretched his arms and slammed the racket down.

Bang!

The tennis ball flew out, swept over the net quickly, and hit the right hand side that was not broken.

"Is there no chance?"

Bupo looked suddenly, and in his mind, something deeply hidden was awakened.Immediately, the whole person instinctively straddled towards the tennis ball.