Tennis King: God-level Player

Team Neon.

Many First Army looked at the field and shook their heads.

Tanegashima Shuji said with a smile: "This guy Irie should start to fight back!"

Mutsu Yubu and Mutsu Yuma looked at each other.

The other First Army nodded, a little helpless and a little curious.

Every time Irie played many singles, he had to carefully consider whether he was... acting.

Aside, Yuhushen's twin-bladed eyes flashed with brilliance, and he suddenly said in surprise: "Senior Irie, he has already controlled the rhythm of the audience!"

Many One Army: ""

Mitsugu Yajiudou's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the fox god Shuangchi and said, "Irie has already controlled the rhythm of the audience."

Yuhu God Shuangchi nodded subconsciously, and then said: "From the very beginning, Senior Irie was controlling the rhythm of the audience."

At first, the other troops looked at each other in dismay, a little stunned.

"In the beginning"

Royal Fox God Shuangchi nodded again: "In the beginning."

this moment.

Even Kijujiro and Byodoin couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.

so.

It was obvious from the beginning, but never said that at this time, all the First Army couldn't help but look at Yuhushen Shuangchi with strange eyes.

Feel the strange eyes of many troops.

Fox God Shuangchi laughed dryly.

Surprise and surprise also appeared in Mifune's eyes.

"This ability is like all stars, wait, Nanjiro, my heir, will definitely shock you!"

While talking about watching the game.

But in fact, many of the first army of the neon team are very clear.

In this match, the suspense is completely gone! The melody of the audience has been firmly controlled by Sento Irie! The match is still going on.

on the field.

Boom! Boom! Boom! An extremely rhythmic thumping sound that goes on and on throughout the course.

Irie Kanata smiled and threw the tennis ball high.

"Good luck!"

As if, praying, Irie murmured, and then raised her arms.

Bang! The tennis ball, like an arrow from the string, turned into an afterimage and flew out quickly.

Tristan's expression froze, his eyes locked on the direction of the tennis ball.

But still the same result! The tennis ball hit the ground lightly, bounced the next second, and quickly flew out of the baseline.

":!"

The referee's voice sounded, with a complicated expression.

Tristan was also stunned.

Such good luck bang! ":!"

Bang! "Team Neon, the score is 1:3!"

Bang! "Team Neon, the score is 2:3!"

Bang! "Team Neon, the score is 3:3!"

Next.

It was as if Zata Ire was blessed with luck, and quickly tied the score! At the moment of tying the score, Zanda Irie smiled.

And his breathing involuntarily became heavier, as if his physical strength was beginning to be exhausted.

Tristan's expression became more and more difficult to look at.

What the hell is going on""

Seeing this scene, the entire competition scene, everyone was stunned.

"What exactly is going on!"

"It should be due to the exhaustion of physical strength. Look, he seems very tired now."

"Yes, he should be barely holding on now, but his luck is really good!"

"It's impossible to say. Without a certain strength, no matter how good luck is, it's useless. He should actually be pretty good, otherwise he won't be able to enter 1!"

"Yes, but his luck is indeed very good."