The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

After Akaji finished speaking, he took a step and walked towards the rest area.

And Himawari, with his back to Seijuro Akaji, sneered.

“Unfortunately, I can see a much further future.”

There was a bit of confidence in his voice.

Subsequently, his aura became different from before.

Like a dark valley, it is gradually shrouded in a layer of haze.

And under that haze, a pair of blood-colored pupils were faintly revealed.

“Appeared, Himawari’s ‘Demon Eye’!”

Kurokuchi slapped his thigh excitedly, and instantly turned into Himawari’s number one fan.

Everyone else was surprised.

The “Demon Eye”, like the “Eye of the Heavenly Emperor”, can accurately predict the opponent’s every move.

That oppressive and dangerous aura came, and everyone held their breath and quietly looked at Xiangri.

Sitting in the rest area, Xiangri’s blood-colored pupils shrank, full of coldness and threat.

“The game continues, Hyde serves to the sun.”

Xiangri stood outside the end line, his eyes focused, and a cold light shot out.

There is always the arrogance of looking at all things, and there is pride that transcends everything.

Tennis balls are held in hand.

Boom!

The serve is fast, as if given some kind of magic, and the ball path is curved.

“That guy served the net!”

Ryota Huangse exclaimed in disbelief.

After all, if you want to fight Akaji in front of the net, you need a lot of guts.

Even Sanada, who was called the “Emperor”, was suppressed to death by Akaji in front of the net.

Unless, this Himawari thinks he is stronger than Sanada.

An unconscious aura emanated from Xiangri’s body.

And the source of that aura was his blood-colored eyes.

Those eyes, with a trace of coldness, made people shudder.

On the sidelines, someone snorted.

Bang!

Himawari swung his hand sharply, and then appeared in the drop position in advance.

Whether it is speed, power, or rotation, it is more than twice as strong as before.

The racket hit the tennis ball, and there was a muffled sound.

Akaji quickly stood still and swung his racket.

Boom!

Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed that the opposite Himawari had quickly moved to the right corner.

A short ball that caught off guard landed limply on the ground.

“15—0.”

Now he can still take a point from Akaji’s hands, and the momentum of Hyde Middle School is greatly boosted by Hinata.

Soon, Kurokuchi led everyone to shout cheering slogans.

“Hyde will win!”

“Rising Sun will win-”

Himawari stood on the court and slapped the tennis ball on the ground.

In his eyes, there was gloom, like a puppet doll that had been manipulated.

Without any emotional ups and downs, Himawari knocked the ball out.

The serve bursts out of the air, like a flying star grazing the sky, leaving a string of flames,

And that flame instantly gathered and formed, turning into a central and heavenly fire.

In Akaji’s heterochromatic pupils, a fire burst out.

The flames spread across the pitch.

Bang bang!

“30—0.”

On Akaji’s racket, there are burning marks.

The violent rotation caused the net of the racket to break.

Akaji’s pupils were covered with a strange layer of light.

Unexpectedly, in middle school students, someone has developed dimensional ball skills.

The ball just now set the pitch on fire.

This is the real “burning serve”.

Looking up at Himawari on the other side, the smile at the corner of Akaji’s mouth became colder.

Very good, such an opponent, he can’t ask for it.

Even if his dimensional ball skills are not mature, they are enough to compare with Yukimura and Tezuka.

Akaji bent his knees slightly, his eyes fixed on the opposite side, Himawari.

There is nothing special about his serve, but it has changed a lot compared to before.

Himawari squeezed the tennis ball tightly and threw it.

Bang!

The serve landed, the felt bit the ground, and the time of the bounce was just right.

Then, the tennis ball burst into flames on the ground.

Instantly transformed into a fire in the sky.

The fire engulfed Akaji’s half, jamming him like a tongue of fire.

Bang bang!

“40—0.”

Scoring on two consecutive serves, Himawari’s expression showed no joy.

Instead, he became more ruthless.

Like an iron-masked judge, and like an endless night, blooming above him.

Bang bang!

The serve goes off the line.

“Hyde Sunward Score, 5-1.”

Himawari carried the racket on his shoulder and relaxed his body shape.

The corners of his mouth raised and said coldly.

“The ‘Eye of the Heavenly Emperor’ or something, it’s simply weak.”

Saying that, he did not forget to show a disdainful look at Akaji.

Then he raised his middle finger.

“Diguang, defeated.”

Hearing Himawari’s words, Huangse on the sidelines was the first to be unconvinced.

He gripped the upper end of the railing tightly and leaned forward.

Gritting his teeth.

“What is that guy talking about, Diguang will be defeated? He really dared to say it! ”

Atsushi Zihara, who was standing behind, ate snacks on his own.

It doesn’t seem to take what Himawari said to heart.

Click, click, click.

The aroma of potato chips blooms on the taste buds.

Atsushi Shihara said lazily with a bit of satisfaction.

“Ahhh~~ was won by the other party~~”

In the seventh game, it was Akaji’s turn to serve.

The game just now made him realize that Xianghi in Hyde Middle School, in addition to dimensional ball skills, also had powers that he did not discover.

Boom!

After sending out the tennis ball in his hand, Akaji resolutely stood on the bottom line.

Almost at the same time as Akaji serves, the opposite Himawari moves towards the predicted drop position.

He waved his racket with a grim and indifferent expression.

Bang bang!

The ball was streaked and rubbed with the net.

Immediately, it fell to the ground and made a “whoosh” sound.

Akaji just wanted to take a step, but he was slightly startled.

Seeing the rapidly spreading fire, he withdrew his racket.

“0—15.”

The ball rushed out and landed off the line.

Akaji stood in place, motionless looking at the ground.

The scratches on the ground are real.

It was obviously rubbed by drama.

The second serve crossed the net, and Akaji still chose to defend the bottom line.

He holds the racket in his right hand and rests his left hand on the racket throat, his expression calm and calm.

On the other side, a blood-colored light appeared in Xiangri’s eyes.

That light focused on the bouncing tennis ball.

Swing, arm force.

Boom!

He also hit the net again.

Yikes!

The sparks bloomed and the sight was spectacular.

It’s like dropping a Martian son, so that Akaji can’t get closer.

Bang bang!

“0—30.”

Akaji noticed something, and a smile crossed his eyes.

I see……