Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"The national competition is over, that is to say, that person has to... come back?"

Chapter [-] Invitation from the Atlantic

Bang!

Bang!

Inside the Sitianbao Temple.

There was a constant sound of hitting.

But seeing on the court, Qian also exerted all his strength, his figure spread all over every corner, and he stared at Taocheng next to him.

In an instant, he seized the opportunity and quickly swung the racket out.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball spirals out.

"not good!"

The face of Haitang on the opposite side changed suddenly.

The ball came too fast, without a hint of warning.At his speed, there was simply no time to react.

"It turns out that this is the real Naniwa Star."

At this moment, he was extremely shocked. Seeing from a distance on the stage and experiencing it in person were basically two concepts.

Swish!

And right in his heart, he was shocked and at a loss.Behind him, a figure suddenly appeared.

Chitose!

At this moment, the color of wisdom flowed in his eyes.With just one glance, Kenya's batting trajectory was completely penetrated, and the reason why he was able to respond so quickly was that he could see through the opponent's true body from the very beginning.

The eye of truth!

Stronger and more time-sensitive top tricks than absolute forecasts.

this moment.

The two Four Heavenly Treasure Temple's all 327 national-level players went all out, and the game was already dominated by them. Taocheng and Haitang couldn't even interfere.

But even so, they benefited a lot from such a close observation.

Bang!

Bang!

The battle between the two became more and more fierce, and in the end, Chitose was the one who prevailed slightly, defeating Kenya with superb skills.

"Next time."

As Watanabe said, he pouted towards Caiqian.

The latter understood, went straight to Buer, and asked him for advice.And Koishikawa looked at the man with glasses and invited him.

The melee starts again.

Europe.

England Island.

This is the oldest modern civilization, where the Industrial Revolution began, and even earlier, the origin of tennis.

But now, what was once the center of world tennis is in chaos.

London.

Under the huge Elizabeth Tower (also known as Big Ben), the lights flickered, and a brightly lit cruise ship passed by from time to time in the distance.

But few people know that behind this luxury, there are countless grays hidden.

Whoosh, whoosh! !

In the streets and alleys, several shadowy figures passed quickly.

They were wearing brown sweaters and could not see clearly.The speed of action is extremely fast, like a ghost, shuttling in the alleys.

Among them, the most conspicuous is the racket in their hands.

This mysterious shadow is actually a tennis player!

"Did you find it?"

"Report, all nearby stadiums have been searched, but no trace of the traitor has been found."

"waste."

The leader snorted coldly, his eyes full of anger: "I'll give you four more hours. If you can't get anything useful, then the leader will blame you, and you will all be unlucky."

"Yes."

Several people hurriedly bowed their heads.

Thinking of the moody leader made them shudder.Subconsciously, he quickened his pace.