Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

The referee nodded and said, "Shitianbao Temple Shiraishi Kuranosuke serves, the game is over!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

On the tee line, Shiraishi tapped the tennis ball.Feeling the weight of the tennis ball, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he threw it into the air gracefully.

Then, the left hand wrapped in white bandages exerted force, raised the racket and clasped it lightly.

Bang!

The crisp sound of hitting the ball echoed all around.

Whoosh!

And people's eyes are all on the rapidly shot tennis ball.

"High speed serve!"

Gan blurted out subconsciously, and immediately reacted violently.

"This Shiraishi was serious from the beginning? Wait, this speed... sigh!"

Tread! !

But on the other side, a pale yellow shadow flashed past.When he saw it clearly, the racket in the opponent's hand was already attached to the tennis ball.

Bang!

The crashing sound made him tremble violently.

fast!

too fast!

These two, at the very beginning, was this kind of high-intensity duel?

Chapter [-] Xeon Showdown

"So fast, no, as expected of Yukimura, he actually anticipated where the opponent's serve will land in advance."

Looking at Yukimura who threw Shiraishi's tee back in the blink of an eye, Kanyuki was overwhelmed with excitement.This kind of judgment is infinitely better than his data tennis, and he also knows that this kind of tennis is not a simple data deduction.

That moment.

Yukimura's eyes had already transmitted what he saw to his brain nerves, and immediately, after a wealth of experience inference, he had determined where Shiraishi's ball landed.

Then, calmly hit the tennis ball back.

The most terrifying thing is that this ability cannot be replicated at all.

Even if he knew the principle, he couldn't handle the return ball so skillfully like him.So in Guanyue's view, Yukimura's return has a feeling of being impeccable and without loopholes.

tread!

It turned out that it was because of his limited vision.

I saw Shiraishi's body moving sideways, the racket in his hand was lightly pulled horizontally, and then Yukimura's return ball was glued to it.No one knows what he did at that moment.

Seeing his arm exerting strength, he hit Yukimura's return ball again.

"As expected of Shiraishi."

Liu Shensuo's brows stretched out, and he praised: "The return track of Yukimura is dead, and at the moment of returning the ball, he skillfully turns the opponent's rotation. The attacking point is so delicate. ."

If it was him, it would be impossible to make many reactions in an instant.

Under the control of the silver racket, the tennis seemed to have spirituality. The moment it passed the net, it suddenly fell, which was unexpected.

"It's really your style."

Yukimura smiled and stepped forward.The coat on his body was clinging to his shoulders, as if it was stuck to it, and when he picked up the racket, he kicked the tennis ball out.

"hiss!"

Seeing the intense topspin in tennis, Qian, who thought the opportunity had come, also gasped.

If it was him, I'm afraid he would have rushed up now and smashed the tennis ball.

But once this is the case, it will be affected by this fierce topspin.Once you make a mistake, the good advantage will be gone, and even Yukimura will seize the opportunity and score in one fell swoop.

Thinking of this, the back of his neck was already cold.

terrible!

This is Li Hai's Son of God, every ball is full of traps, and even stepping in easily can put top national-level players behind bars, making it difficult to escape.

Bang!

But Shiraishi's response was quite satisfactory.

There was no flashy movement, just raised the racket and drew straight forward, forcing the tennis ball to the left corner of Yukimura.

"What a tough guy."

Yukimura shook his head and smiled bitterly, but his eyes became more and more sharp: "Sure enough, only you can put pressure on me."

Bang!