Tennis King Cheater

　　After they left, Kurobe tapped the table lightly, and raised his mouth: "Unfortunately, you guys are probably going to miss a good show..."

　　He glanced at the timetable, if he expected it well.The head coach will definitely let that guy, after the expedition to India, return to the dormitory.

　　"call!"

　　After picking up the tennis ball, Nioh let out a long sigh.Holding the tennis frame, he quickly climbed up the cliff, but saw Michuan sitting next to the court, staring at the sky motionless.

　　"Boy, come to the field."

　　At this time, Mifune stood up and moved to the other end of the field.Nioh nodded, holding the shot put and cross racket, and walked towards the court.

　　Mifune was facing him and said solemnly, "Play a tennis ball here!"

　　call!

　　Nioh didn't hesitate to pick up the tennis ball with a lead racket and hit it hard.

　　Snapped!

　　Mifune caught it with one hand, felt the strength, and he continued: "Switch to another racket."

　　"Ok?"

　　Niwang was taken aback for a moment, did the other party mean to tell him to strike with a cross?

　　"Is it a glowing ball..."

　　With a nod, he threw the lead racket away.But just when he was about to drop the ball and hit it.Sanchuan shouted, "It's not that one, it's the one under your feet."

　　Ok?

　　King Nio made a move and looked down.

　　"This is……"

　　But when he saw the 'racket' clearly, his pupils shrank slightly.

　　There is a branch on the ground...

Chapter 4 Final Training [5/[-], please customize! 】

　　Snapped!

　　With a soft sound, the branch in King Nio's hand snapped.

　　"This, this is too brittle, isn't it?"

　　The corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked helplessly at Mifune opposite. "Uncle, these branches are too brittle, they can't be hit at all!"

　　"Crispy?"

　　Unexpectedly, there was a sneer at the corner of Michuan's mouth opposite.He raised his hand to throw the ball, waved the branch in his hand, and smashed it heavily.

　　boom!

　　The tennis ball flew out, like a sharp blade, passing Niwang's forehead.The strong wind blowing from it made his cheeks hurt.

　　"This……"

　　In his mind, the scene in the original book where Echizen Nanjiro hit stones with a branch and knocked a ferocious wild boar to the ground couldn't help but emerge.

　　"Take it!"

　　At this time, Michuan on the opposite side threw the branch over and said, "Try it."

　　Nodding, Nioh threw the tennis ball up again, his eyes narrowed, and he slammed the branch out.

　　Click!

　　A crisp crack sounded, and the tennis ball flew forward a certain distance and hit the net.

　　"how is this possible……"

　　Three boats can do it, but he can't.With five fingers pinched together, Niwang vaguely guessed something.

　　"It seems, you can see it too, Gudu Gudu... ah!"

　　Mifune said, took a sip of wine, smiled happily, and then said with a sullen face: "The training of the past few days has made your strength increase a lot. Also, your hands have adapted to the lead racket, and the strength of the swing , is out of control.”

　　Indeed, Nioh could clearly feel the increase in strength.His current strength is about to break through '5' and is about to reach the level. It can be said that it has almost undergone a qualitative change.

　　"The power cannot be controlled, so it is impossible to manipulate the tennis ball like an arm. The various abilities of the human body are interdependent and affect each other."

　　Mifune said: "If the ball is not stable, in a world-class game, it is easy for the opponent to take advantage of it. If the game just now is a regular season, I am sure that the loser must be you."

　　"Did you just play with the ghost..."

　　However, Nioh shook his head.

　　If before he merged the evil thoughts, his confirmation was the same as the three ships, but now, he is confident that he can defeat Byodoin.As for the ghost in the original book, whose strength is almost stagnant, he also has some confidence.

　　"Hey!"

　　Seemingly guessing what he was thinking, Sanchuan raised the corner of his mouth and looked at him with a sneer: "Do you think it was a real ghost just now?"

　　Prince Ren's expression changed slightly: "Could it be that..."

　　"What do you think the world is?"

　　Mifune asked rhetorically, "If you can reach world-class after just ten days of training, that's too cheap, right?"

　　How can it be called the world in a different dimension.

　　Which of the famous masters in the tennis world today did not come out of hell.They not only have talents beyond genius, but also have a numbing amount of training, accumulation of game experience, and unknown trump cards.

　　The atmosphere was a little heavy for a while.

　　Looking at the hesitant King Nio, Mifune shouted, "What are you still doing? Hurry up and train! If you don't have enough branches, go to the forest to find it yourself."

　　After speaking, he raised the wine gourd and swayed away.

　　"World-class...?"

　　Niwang's eyes sank, he glanced at the branch in his hand, and his eyes gradually became firm.

　　call!

　　The tennis ball was thrown, and he quickly swung out the branches.

　　Click!

　　call!

　　Toss the tennis again.

　　Click!

　　Over and over again, he seemed to be tireless, while familiar with his own power, and at the same time exploring a higher realm of skills.

　　It wasn't until five days later that he was able to hit the tennis ball on the opposite court with the branches constantly running.

　　But Mifune asked him to take off the weight and fight again, his strength increased again, and the incongruity after the weight was removed from his body, the branch in his hand broke again.

　　However, King Nio was not discouraged.Having had one experience, he sank his heart and groped for deeper skills over and over again.

　　Another five days later.

　　in the afternoon.

　　"Ah uh..."

　　Mifune, who was full of sleep, opened the door and enjoyed the afternoon sun.

　　"Ok?"

　　Suddenly, his complexion changed slightly, and he looked at Niwang who was training himself against the stone wall not far away.

　　"Oh? This kid is really energetic..."

　　The corner of Mifune's mouth twitched, and he walked over.However, when he was approaching Niwang, he stopped.

　　"This……"

　　His turbid eyes gleamed a little.A shocked expression appeared on his face.

　　call!

　　But seeing Niwang tossing the tennis ball, he held the branch in his left hand and slowly lifted it up.When the tennis ball drops to a certain height, the branches swing out quickly.

　　For an instant.

　　From Mifune's point of view, the branch in Nio's hand actually gave him a faint fuzzy feeling.His line of sight was completely engulfed, and even Nio's whole body became blurred.

　　The picture was immediately rendered in black and white.

　　Bang!

　　With a crisp sound, the tennis ball shot out.With a bang, it hit the stone wall, turning Chichi, and under the impact of a powerful force, sparks splashed and stone chips shot out.

　　The light and crisp branches, in Niou's hands, actually hit the power of a black lead racket.

　　"It's faster than I expected."

　　Mifune glanced at King Nio lightly. In the past month, he has witnessed the whole process of turning a piece of rough jade into a beautiful object.

　　The blank is removed, and the dross is removed.Today's King Nio seems to be a peerless magic weapon that has been tempered by fire after thousands of hardships.

　　And, it's still open.

　　"Count the time, they should be back too."

　　Mifune turned around, took a sip of wine, and staggered back to the wooden house.His original plan was to let the junior high school students follow the steps, but the excellence of Niwang, Yukimura and others made him change his mind.

　　It's better to burn a revolutionary fire ahead of time in this lifeless camp.When the flowers bloom and bear fruit, there may be unexpected harvests, and maybe...

Chapter 5 The grandson who died [5/[-], please customize! 】

　　Tokyo Airport.

　　Two buses drove out and came towards the u-17 accommodation.

　　"what……"

　　A young man with brown hair and a handsome face yawned, turned over, and continued to sleep beautifully. It was Wugu.

　　In the car were the representatives of high school students who had returned from an expedition to India.

　　"Ok?"