Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"game! Tachikai Sanada, [-]-[-]!"

"Huh, huh..."

After tying the score, Sanada took two breaths to ease the discomfort in his heart.Even he, after such a fierce confrontation, is a little bit overwhelmed.

In the game just now, from the initial thunder and lightning strikes, to the later Fenglin Volcano thunder, he launched a series of attacks on the opposite teenagers.He has tried his best, but still can't pull the score away.

As for the treacherous Yin, it's not that he didn't want to use it.But for Kintaro, who is pure-hearted, deliberately creating a flawed yin has no effect at all.

"No, it's impossible, right?"

Standing in the sea, Kirihara did not dare to come out.It wasn't until Sanada really won the game that he breathed a sigh of relief.But what followed was deep disbelief and shock at the young man's strength.

too strong!

In this first grade, from start to finish, he almost beat Sanada.

"That boy, seems very happy."

Jackal looked at Kintaro, who was covered in sweat but with a thick smile on his face. He frowned and said, "Is this guy really a first grader?"

"Age doesn't matter."

Liu Shen said next to him: "That Shiraishi, I am afraid that he has expected our appearance. And this Kintaro, I am afraid that the player of Sitianbao Temple is second only to their ministers. Now it seems that it is more than that."

"What do you mean?"

Kirihara was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes wide: "Senior Liu, what do you mean..."

"Yes."

Liu narrowed his eyes and said, "That first grader came to kill Genichiro."

"impossible!"

Not only Kirihara, but also Marui, Jackal and others shook their heads one after another.

"Tennis, nothing is impossible."

Liu shook his head, opened his eyes, and looked at Sanada's red knee with a complicated expression: "The side effects of thunder have been exposed..."

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven The Emperor's Mourning

"Deputy, Deputy Minister..."

Kirihara's eyes trembled as he looked at Sanada, whose breathing was disordered and his legs and knees were bruised.

This scene seems to be similar.

Kanto finals.

The duel between Sanada and Tezuka was so bruised that he couldn't move his legs.But correspondingly, Tezuka's arm was also extremely red due to the continuous use of heavy chipping skills.

In the end, the two fell to the ground at the same time and tied.

But, it was a draw, at least Sanada didn't lose the game.But looking at the other side, the boy who was gasping for breath but with excitement on his face, Kirihara seemed to have seen a ghost.

Toyama Kintaro!

Is this the first grade of Sitianbao Temple a monster?

"Hey, hey hey."

Holding the tennis ball, the boy looked up at Sanada in front of him and grinned, "Shiroishi is right, you are really strong, it's really exciting."

In the Sitianbao Temple, only Shiraishi could make him fight happily.Others, even Chitose and Kenya, couldn't keep up with his evolutionary speed.

But Sanada is different.

This veteran national level, second only to the top junior high school students of Shiraishi and Yukimura, can still give Kintaro a considerable degree of pressure during the competition.

But the latter is stronger than the original.

Coupled with Shiraishi's intentional or unintentional instilling of ideas, today's Kintaro is not the guy who only played hot-blooded tennis in a stupid way.Victory over Echizen and suppressing Sanada is the proof.

"Exciting?"

When Lihai's players heard his words, their expressions were stunned.Immediately, a look of horror appeared on his face, and when he looked at Kintaro again, it was as if he were looking at a demon.

The young man's clear eyes were so terrifying.

The faint smile in his eyes, as if he had long regarded Sanada as a prey to be slaughtered, made his scalp tingle.

"Toyama Kintaro."

Sanada opened his mouth with an unprecedented solemnity on his face.

He knew he was wrong, wrong.

The person in front of him is even stronger than him.That keen wild senses, a steady stream of physical strength, is even stronger than beasts.

The neat and tidy counterattack, although there is no obvious burst of momentum, is invisible and domineering.One ball at a time, in the process of Sanada's contact with him, his inner pride was completely crushed.

Raising his head, he locked his eyes on the opponent: "You are very strong, really strong."

At least, Sanada has never seen anyone grow to such a degree at this age.Even Yukimura, known as the Son of God, couldn't do it.

"but."