The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Boom!

The score was completely one-sided.

2—0

…

3—0.

……

Until “6-0”, Akaji has always maintained a smooth atmosphere and rhythm.

Keigo Jibe stood on the sidelines of the court and said very easily.

“If you mess with Akaji, no one will want to retreat all over, ahhh~”

He looked like he was watching a good show, his right hand was in his trouser pocket, and his expression was open.

If it is all at this level, without the need for his traces, Akaji alone must be enough to deal with it.

At the next field, Oni Jujiro and the others, who were practicing for the shuffle match, heard the sound of batting.

On the side of the court, Irie pricked up his ears and laughed and teased.

“At this time, in addition to ghosts and Tokugawa, there are actually people practicing, which is really rare.”

Oni Jujiro frowned, hearing Rusho’s ridicule, and replied.

“Are you going to keep being so lax, Irie.”

Irie held up his round glasses and looked into the distance.

The sky is an endless night, dark, shrouded in people’s hearts.

Depressed, a layer of almost suffocating depression rose from the bottom of the heart.

Bang bang!

“The game is over, you lose.” Seijuro Akaji’s eyes glanced lightly, revealing a bit of disdain.

The coldness in his eyes was like ice.

Like a bursting dam, the aura field continues to emerge.

Several high school students lost in a row, and very completely.

Suzuki wiped the sweat from his forehead, he really underestimated the kid.

That junior high school student was actually so capable, I thought he was in this state…

“Senior, you are left next.”

Akaji’s icy voice interrupted Suzuki’s thoughts.

Suzuki suddenly raised his eyes and met Akaji’s cold eyes.

Then, the sweat on his forehead oozed more and more.

This kid, could it be that he is still afraid that he can’t make it!

Suzuki also wondered why he was so upset, how he could lose to a junior high school student.

Think about it, how they have also trained in the U17 for so long, and they have improved a lot in all aspects.

But thinking about it, that kid’s ball style just now was simply suffocating.

It was as if every ball was in his hands, and it didn’t feel good.

Hesitating, Suzuki stepped onto the court.

Seijuro Akaji spun the racket and asked coldly.

“Where?”

Suzuki immediately replied, “Positive.” ”

The racket lands on the ground with the letters facing up.

Suzuki exhaled, it seems that his luck is very good.

Keigo simply sat down in the rest chair, not worried about Akaji’s condition at all.

He seemed to have beaten chicken blood, and he was simply beaten more and more spiritually.

Boom!

Suzuki raised his racket and knocked the tennis ball out.

The serve is fast and the power is also very good.

The ball quickly rushed to the ground, making a black scratch on the ground.

Immediately afterward, the tennis ball flew into the air.

He was about to flee the court, but was intercepted by Akaji’s sudden racket.

The racket actually hits the back half of the tennis ball.

With another force, the tennis ball bounced back in its original direction.

Huh——

When swinging the racket quickly, the racket rubs against the air.

The ball fell into the racket and was quickly hit out.

A cyclone rose again at Seijuro Akaji’s feet, forming a circle with a diameter of five meters around him.

Keigo Jibe put one hand next to his eyes, gaining insight into the situation of the two people on the field.

The width of the singles is 8.23 meters, and the defensive range of the “red field” can be described as very large.

In order to break through Akaji’s domain, it is not only necessary to break through the rotation he gives, but also to strengthen the attack.

Keigo Jibe imagined himself standing on the court.

Although he and Akaji have been practicing for a while recently, they haven’t had a real match with him yet.

Bang bang!

Ball is introduced again and again by the “red field”.

Suzuki became a little impatient, and he gradually approached the front of the net, trying to take advantage of the attacking position.

On the opposite side, Seijuro Akaji’s gaze locked on the soles of Suzuki’s feet.

His defensive blind spot is too obvious.

Boom!

A bleaching flat cut ball passed by Suzuki.

Suzuki’s eyes widened, unable to imagine that the ball had just passed.

Akaji scored many points in a row, and Suzuki was very anxious.

In front of so many people, if you lose to a junior high school student here, it is really a shame.

There is a shuffle game tomorrow, and he originally just wanted to practice with these junior high school students.

But now, on the contrary, he has become the object of training.

Suzuki began to regret it, he already knew this, why did he want to make himself bored and mess with this junior high school student.

But now regret has no solution, Suzuki sinks.

After all, I am a high school student, and I have a lot of experience in competition.

Suzuki quickly adjusted his rhythm and focused all his strength on the right arm of the grip.

Closing his eyes, he felt the power come together in one place.

That place was the point where his power exploded.

When he opened his eyes again, Suzuki’s eyes lit up, and the muscles on his arms bulged.

“Drink!!”

A low roar, like a roaring lion, full of arrogance.

“Appeared, Suzuki’s ‘Ball of Fire’!”

On the sidelines, several high school students watching the game were very excited.

This ball is like fireworks soaring into the sky, and it is like a roaring flame.

There was a “whoosh” spinning sound, as if the air around the tennis ball was burned.

In the air, a burning smell spread.

With a “bang”, the tennis ball falls heavily on the ground, leaving a shrine mark on the ground.

It is clearly visible that the felt wool on the tennis ball has instantly worn off a lot.

“40—15.”

The high school students were ecstatic, and this point gave them the long face of the No. 9 court.

“Suzuki, win this round with a bang!!”

“That’s right, win this round! Color that kid and see! ”

Suzuki flicked his arm, his expression showing a bit of confidence and pride.

“Boy, that’s the price you paid for provoking me.”

These words were said to Seijuro Akaji, but they seemed to have some lack of confidence.

Seijuro Akaji held the racket and turned back to the tee.

With his back to Suzuki on the other side of the net, Akaji said coldly.

“In this world, only victory is everything, the winner will be affirmed, and the loser will be denied.”

Saying that, a cold light flashed in his eyes, “What I want to say, that’s all.” ”