Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Even if the opponent has lost the threat, his actions are still not slack.No wonder, no wonder this person can come from behind, above the emperor and the Son of God.

As for the traces...

Gan frowned, looking uncertainly at the youth running towards the tennis ball.

"A person who has shaken his beliefs, no matter how hard he exerts himself, can't achieve the effect he wants. However, his state seems a bit strange..."

Tread! !

The trace at this moment is a little different.

The range of his running increased, as if he did not care about the consumption of physical strength.Catch up with the tennis ball and hit it back without thinking.

The strength and angle have not been corrected.

"Is he crazy?"

Terrific, Kirihara, who took the lead in the sea, wondered: "If this continues, the game will not be over yet, and his stamina will be exhausted, right?"

However, the Big Three did not speak.

"Tsk tsk..."

On the contrary, King Nio rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully: "This guy seems to be pushing himself into a desperate situation?"

But the tone is not very sure.

"The trace department..."

Shinobu, Shido and the others were silent.

Hiyoshi and Xiangri above said nothing.

Only the birch still shouted tirelessly:

"The winner will be the Ice Emperor!"

"The winner is Atobe!"

"The winner will be the Ice Emperor!"

"The winner is Atobe!"

Over and over again, the voice is thick but so monotonous.

Bang!

Bang!

On the court, Atobe's movements gradually began to become heavier.The original dexterous arm has completely lost control of the technique.

At this moment, what was in front of him was a real desperate situation.

"Give it up, Akibu..."

At this time, Sakakitaro, who was sitting on the coach's bench, opened his mouth, causing Atobe, who had raised the racket, to tremble: "You, you can't win against him!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

"Can't you win..."

Atobe murmured softly, the scene of England's aristocratic school reappeared in his mind.

Wasn't the opponent at that time also so powerful?

Those people's eyes are more mean than those around him at the moment, why have they ever treated him as a human being.

However, he still won!

At that time, he was even alone.But now, it's not yourself.

"The winner will be the Ice Emperor!"

"The winner is Atobe!"

It was at this moment that Huadi's voice echoing around the court entered his ears.

"Hahaha……"

This voice was so weak compared to the shouts of more than [-] people, but he laughed.

"That's right, I really can't win. But so what, I'm Ajibu, the king of the Ice Emperor!"

He raised his head, and there was a faint flame of red gold in his eyes: "No matter what others say, this is my tennis, and it belongs to me Atobe Keigo!"

hum!

When the voice fell, his whole body trembled.

At this moment, countless images flooded into his brain.

There are pictures of the past, from England's aristocratic schools, to the Ice Emperor.

There are all kinds of pictures from the game before.

There are also tennis balls in front of them that have reached the extreme speed.

There are also some, strangers, wearing black jackets, standing on the wider field of the game.However, just for a moment, the picture is incomplete and the meaning is unclear.