The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

But it was only a momentary feeling, and Sanada quickly returned to normal.

But the nerves inevitably tensed.

Knock knock!

Akaji slapped the ball on the ground.

A rhythmic voice sounded.

At the moment, there was silence on the pitch.

Even the audience looked at Akaji with bated breath.

It can only be said that Akaji’s current sense of existence is too strong, and his aura is too big.

He firmly draws everyone’s gaze.

Moreover, everyone felt a sense of oppression.

Boom!

An ordinary topspin serve that went over the net.

Sanada adjusted his rhythm and stepped forward to meet him.

Raise your racket and aim it at the ball.

Streaming down!

Return the shot and land steadily.

The corners of Akaji’s mouth twitched, evoking a terrifying sneer.

He rushed from behind the net to in front of the net, his steps very steady.

As he swung left and right, Sanada also moved his steps unconsciously.

“You’re so arrogant, sit down!”

Akaji’s tone carried an unobedient order.

Sanada Kenichiro’s pupils immediately dispersed and became dilated.

Boom!

“Whoosh!”

At the same time as the ball landed, Sanada leaned back and sat on the ground.

“15—0.”

As he sat down, on the sidelines, the players of Lihaida exclaimed.

“Vice Minister Sanada!”

“Sanada…”

Sanada stood up because Akaji on the opposite side was about to deliver the second ball.

Seijuro Akaji threw the ball into the air, a sneer oozing from the corner of his mouth.

“I, Akaji, have never lost in anything before, and I will not this time.”

Knock knock!

The tennis racket on the ground, like a lullaby, distracted Sanada a little.

He gripped his racket, his knees slightly bent, and his eyes stared straight ahead.

Bang!

After serving the net, Sanada’s whole body jumped.

Follow the ball and stand on both feet.

Bang bang!

A blow that raises the racket will raise the dust on the ground.

One of Akaji’s eyes glowed coldly.

As far as his eyes could see, Sanada’s actions were all in his hands.

Sanada’s lead shot was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.

Kirihara Chiya exclaimed very excitedly.

“Here it comes, invisible lead…”

Before the words fell, Seijuro Akaji on the field suddenly got up and jumped.

He aimed at the tennis ball in flight and slammed it.

With this blow, the ball is like an off-string arrow, towards the ground.

Bang bang!

The ball landed on the ground and rushed off the sideline.

“30—0.”

People outside the field looked at the landing ball in disbelief.

Sanada’s trick of “invisible lead shot” was actually cracked by Akaji.

Aren’t his eyes different from ordinary people’s structure!

Bang!

Sanada didn’t let his excess emotions affect his performance.

He chased the ball hard and put all his strength into batting it.

Stand with your racket in your hand and aim at the back half of the incoming ball.

“As fast as the wind—”

The invisible topspin ball disappeared completely in the eyes of everyone.

The corners of Akaji’s mouth twitched, revealing a bit of disdain.

He suddenly appeared in the drop position, one step faster than the ball.

“It’s as fast as the wind, I see that the speed of this ball is much worse than the real wind.”

As he spoke, he swung his racket and hit the ball.

Only a muffled “bang” was heard.

Then a yellow-green shadow flew by.

The ball flew back towards Sanada.

Sanada’s eyes skimmed with surprise.

Being able to fight back against his “wind”, Akaji’s strength is much stronger than before.

He picked up the racket and aimed it at the top half of the ball.

“Aggression is like fire -”

A powerful smash like a raging wave, and a whirling sound.

Streaming down!

The ball landed quickly and seemed to gouge through the ground.

The dust raised is misty.

That force, even the referee on the sidelines was shocked.

Seijuro Akaji gripped the racket and stepped forward.

His steps are very steady and a little calm.

As if calculated, hit the ball before it reaches the highest position.

The volley is fast and powerful, like a cannonball.

Whoosh!

The ball landed on the ground, spinning dramatically.

Bounced up and fell into Sanada’s racket.

But the powerful impact of the rotation made Sanada’s arm feel a vibration.

He frowned, the muscles in his arms protruding from large chunks.

Sweat beads on his forehead like rain.

“Drink!”

Sanada’s eyes widened and he hit the ball back with all his strength.

But instead of being successfully hit back, the ball bounced off Sanada’s racket.

“Whoosh!”

The racket fell to the ground, and Sanada received a heavy blow to his wrist.

“40—0.”

There was no time to relax, and Sanada immediately picked up his racket to face the battle.

Breaking his “wind” and “fire” in a row, Akaji brings Sanada more and more surprises.

But because of this, the black qi on Sanada’s body became stronger and stronger.

Under the brim, his eyes shone sharply.

Staring closely at Akaji, who was about to serve, he did not miss a single movement of him.

Seijuro Akaji’s pupils shrank, making people feel a dangerous and cold aura emanating from him.

That feeling is beyond words.

Boom!

The ball bounced off quickly, giving Sanada no chance to react at all.

“Oh” rushed out of the bottom line.

If it weren’t for the marks of the ball on the ground, I wouldn’t have known it had existed.

“Teiko Akaji scores, 3-4, change the field.”

Sanada has not fully reacted yet.

He glanced at the scratches at his feet, and then at the tennis ball that fell off the line, and his heart raced.

For a moment he barely heard the sound of hitting the ball.

The more he tried to see Akaji’s movements clearly, the less able he was to concentrate.

What the hell is going on here.

With deep doubts, Sanada pressed the brim of his hat, not wanting to let people see the change in his expression at this time.

Akaya Kirihara waved his arms and cheered loudly.

“Come on Vice Minister Sanada, you must defeat that guy who has no one in sight!!”

Jackal Kuwabara reminded in a low voice.

“Akaya, if you shout less there, it will affect Sanada.”

Sanada, in the sideline rest area, was sitting in a chair, gulping water.

But the light in his eyes let people know that he was thinking seriously.

When encountering difficult opponents, even Sanada, it becomes uneasy.

What’s more, without Yukimura now, he must support Tachikai.

With a bit of absoluteness, Sanada unconsciously sweated more.

His hair was also soaked with sweat.