Tennis: Ice Emperor, Keigo Jibe!

Chapter 182: Bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, dessert ball!!

“What else can you do except beat people who are weaker than yourself and bark like a dog?”

“Just you, what is my name?”

Keigo looked at Lee Jong-ho lightly and dismissed it.

No matter how angry Lee Jong-ho is, the people around him are afraid, and the trace department does not pay attention to the strength of tennis, the strength behind it, or the ability of the trace department to fight.

None of them are the other party that Lee Jong-ho can do with might.

Moreover, a few steps away from the track department, a large number of retired special forces bodyguards are required.

Lee Jong-ho wants to die, so just do it.

No one can save if they come.

When the Ministry of Traces chose to suppress Lee Jong-ho, it was ready for everything.

“Yo, pretending to be very powerful, afraid that I will know your name?”

It’s just that Jingwu is too lazy to deal with it, and Lee Jong-ho feels that Jibu is afraid.

“Actually, I’m a very kind person, I can still give you a chance.”

“Or, let’s fight as tennis.”

“As for what happens on the pitch, let’s see for ourselves.”

“Or, I’ll let you know my dignity as a child of the Shandou Foundation.”

The first half of Li Jonghao’s words were nothing, and the second half of the sentence directly blew up the entire crowd

“Isn’t it, the Yamato Foundation? This Arcee, is it a person from the Yamato Foundation? ”

“The Shandou Cai Group has tens of billions of meters of gold, and it is a real chaebol.”

“I said, there is no one in this Lee Jong-ho’s eyes.”

“It turns out that it is because there is such a relationship behind it.”

“It’s over!”

Everyone looked at the Ministry of Traces worriedly.

If Lee Jong-ho is just an ordinary person, even if he has the identity of Arciba U17 training camp and NO·2.

If you hit, you will fight.

But the people of the consortium want the most face, especially the consortium of Arciba, and they are even more careful.

The Ministry of Traces is now in a dilemma of neither winning nor losing.

“Pull it down, the volume of the Shandou Foundation is tens of billions of meters of gold, count it as a fart, at this time, someone opened up loudly and resounded throughout the audience.”

“They all round their eyes and see clearly.”

“Short purple-gray hair, the iconic tear mole at the corner of the eye, and such a noble temperament.”

“Looking at the entire neon, there is still this level of tennis strength, only the Ice Emperor ——— Keigo of the Trace!”

“Keigo Jibu, there is another identity.”

“The only successor to the Jibu Foundation.”

“Isn’t everyone unaware of the Trace Consortium? The volume is a solar coin in megabytes. ”

“Converted into rice gold, how much is it?” How many Shandou Consortiums can be smashed to death? ”

Now, everyone is even more blinded.

Including Li Jong-ho, their eyes were rounded, and they couldn’t believe the identity of the Ministry of Traces.

“You.”

The identity of the trace department is too terrifying, and Lee Jong-ho is honest, and he is a little afraid to continue to stay.

It’s just that, for the sake of dignity, it is still hard to resist the scalp.

“We’re all tennis players, why do we have to rely on the background to press people?”

“Victory or defeat on the pitch, solution on the pitch”

Lee Jong-ho has a thick skin and takes it for granted.

It seems that in the beginning, the person who used power to deter the Ministry of Traces was someone else.

However, Lee Jong-ho can only not face.

Don’t face is also Asibar is deeply talented in the bones.

Shamelessness is synonymous with Arcee Bar.

Hitting himself in the face is a routine operation of Arcee Bar, and Lee Jong-ho has no psychological burden at all.

“Actually, if you refuse the competition, it doesn’t matter to me, how to say that you are also the host, I am the guest.”

“This little face can still be given to you.”

Lee Jong-ho was obviously panicked, of course, he was just afraid of the identity of the Ministry of Traces.

But the tennis strength of the trace department, Lee Jong-ho is not afraid at all.

The first two injuries were both sneak attacks, and it was impossible for Lee Jong-ho to admit that he was inferior to the Ministry of Traces.

The background is lost, tennis is not as good as the tracks, and Lee Jong-ho cannot accept such strength.

“Oh, professional elite level, is this the biggest reliance on your arrogance?”

Looking at Li Zhonghao faintly, the trace department finally spoke.

Elephants usually don’t bother to pay attention to ants.

But the ants who are particularly good at cannons must also let him know what is the height of the sky and what is the thickness of the earth.

“There’s no point in talking too much nonsense, it’s just one game.”

When the words fell, Jibu walked towards Kintaro.

“Look carefully and study hard.”

“I see!”

Kintaro Toyama replied in a deep voice.

Then, the track department came to the court with an ice-blue racket.

Lee Jong-ho stood opposite the trace, pinching the pale yellow tennis ball with a cold expression.

“There is a saying in the country of dragons, those who come are guests.”

“Then I should be fine with the starting game, right?”

Lee Jong-ho chuckled, his cheeky skin so thick that he didn’t care about other people’s gazes at all.

“As you wish.”

Keigo Jibe didn’t bother to pay attention to such a despicable trick at all.

As long as you are strong enough, this kind of indiscriminate means can only increase the laughingstock.

“Boom!”

Keigo had just responded, and Lee Jong-ho couldn’t wait for a moment to burst out.

The tennis ball turned into a stream of light, and the target was the wrist of the trace.

The bursting air wave shows how powerful this serve is.

“Bastard, where is this game, it is clearly going to hurt people.”

“It’s too much, this guy is damn it!”

Everyone was furious.

When playing tennis, the importance of the wrist is self-evident.

If the bones are injured, it is impossible to recuperate them.

“Brother Jibu, be careful!”

Seeing Keigo Jibe in danger, Kintaro looked incredulous.

He knew that the Ministry of Traces had made a move to protect him.

Because of this, if Jibu suffered any harm, Kintaro would not be able to forgive himself.

“Kintaro, don’t worry, learn hard.”

“Brother Jibu, but very strong.”

Granny Sugi was not worried at all, relieved Kintaro.

No matter what, it is also an existence that has stood at the peak.

Strength has dropped a lot because of age.

But there is still a vision that should be had, that is still there.

Lee Jong-ho is indeed powerful, professional elite, worthy of the No.2 of the Asibar training camp.

It’s a pity that he is facing the Ice Emperor and Keigo.

That proud strength is about to suffer a devastating blow.

“Shameless Arcee, who gave you the courage to do evil in Neon?”

“Just you, do you think you can defeat me?”

Facing a tennis ball flying at high speed, the target is his wrist.

Jibu didn’t feel any panic, and he stepped closer to the tennis.

“Boom!”

Many people think that the trace may have to fall directly into a pool of blood.

It’s just that the strength of the trace department has subverted the imagination of everyone present.

Rumble!

The sound of explosions resounded non-stop above the long sky.

The tennis ball that came towards the wrist of the trace was knocked back.

THE SPEED OF MORE THAN 260KM/HOUR MAKES IT IMPOSSIBLE FOR LEE JONG-HO TO CAPTURE THE MOVEMENT OF TENNIS BALLS.

“Dessert balls?”

Lee Jong-ho was tense, not believing that the Ministry of Traces had mastered such a skilled sweet area technique.

The more powerful the trace became, the more Lee Jong-ho panicked.

It was a moment of empty lines that prevented Lee Jong-ho from making a return move.

The tennis ball smashed the court, and the rubble tore Lee Jong-ho’s skin, and the pain pierced the heart

“You’re only 12 years old this year?”

Looking at the Ministry of Traces in fear, Lee Jong-ho regretted coming to Hyogo for a moment.

I had to trouble Maki no To, but I ended up running into an iron plate like Jibu.

“I thought you were shouting so fiercely just now, how powerful it was.”

“That’s it? Waste one, I really don’t know where the courage comes from arrogance. ”

Too lazy to pay attention to Lee Jong-ho’s words, Keigo disdainfully mocked.

Staring at Li Jong-ho indifferently, he only felt that a bone-chilling cold swept through his body.

The panic in my heart that I can’t keep spreading gradually spreads to my heart.