The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Seijuro Akaji slapped the tennis ball in his hand on the ground.

The rhythmic sound sounded, causing the viewer’s heart to beat with the rhythm.

Bang bang!

After serving the net, on the side of the court, the hearts of several high school students hanged.

“Come on Suzuki!!”

Suzuki ran left and right, sweating profusely.

After only fighting for a while, he was able to consume so much of his physical strength.

With a “bang”, an afterimage streaked through the air.

Suddenly, it seemed as if I saw a fire coming out.

Everyone held their breath, and even Keigo Jibe, who had always been calm and calm, widened his eyes.

Unable to believe what they saw with their own eyes, everyone rubbed their eyes.

The power of the ball just now actually punched a big hole in the wall.

The wall cracked because of the ball just now, spreading like a spider’s web.

Suzuki stood there dumbfounded, motionless and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

At that moment, his heart seemed to have suddenly stopped.

Feeling the tennis ball fly past him, a sharp and terrifying aura emanated from the red body on the opposite side.

The power of the ball is amazing.

Seijuro Akaji, on the other hand, maintained a batting posture with a calm and cold expression.

“The strength of Pitch 9 is no more than that.”

With that, he collected his racket, turned and walked off the court.

Keigo stood up and shouted at Akaji’s back.

“The game isn’t over yet, is it?”

Seijuro Akaji waved his hand and turned his back to everyone and said.

“Forget it, I’ll leave it to you next.”

Playing against someone of that level is a waste of his physical strength.

Suzuki looked at Akaji’s back, and then at the wall that had just been damaged by the ball.

Sneak and get down on your knees.

If you look closely, you will find that cold sweat is breaking out on his forehead.

A few high school students next to him whispered.

“Eh, the power of that ball just now is terrible, right?”

“That’s right, even if it’s our No. 9 stadium, no one has that much power.”

One of the high school students sighed.

“It reminds me of the ghost and the boss of the Byodoin Temple…”

Others nodded in agreement.

“Is that guy really just a junior high school student, his strength is amazing.”

Keigo Jibe held the racket and shouted to Suzuki.

“Don’t kneel, your next opponent is Uncle Ben, ahhh~~”

Suzuki quickly regained his fighting spirit, stood up, and greeted Keigo Jibe.

Although he didn’t get benefits in Akaji’s hands just now, this kid in front of him seemed to be easier to deal with.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Keigo made a move, there was another sigh.

Boom!

He jumped up gorgeously, slamming the ball in the air.

A bleaching kill ball flew directly towards Suzuki’s wrist.

The tennis ball hit Suzuki’s wrist and the powerful impact bounced off his racket.

The ball then bounced back into the half where Keigo Jibe was.

Keigo Jibe was another fierce smash.

Suzuki didn’t have time to pick up the racket and let the ball pass by him.

The ball exploded at Suzuki’s feet and then rushed off the line.

The dust raised was stained with Suzuki’s sportswear.

Keigo Jibe landed steadily, his expression arrogant and arrogant.

“Uncle Ben’s ball skills seem to be a little rusty, ahhh~~”

He flicked his arm, the corners of his mouth twitched, and mocked.

“Move Uncle Ben, you guy.”

Suzuki was humiliated by the junior high school student, and his expression was very ugly.

Immediately afterwards, he lost consecutive points, and there was almost no chance of turning defeat into victory.

“40—0.”

After announcing the score, high school student advised Suzuki to say.

“Forget it Suzuki, we still have a shuffle tomorrow!”

They are persuading Suzuki to stop the loss.

But Suzuki is very competitive and bent on regaining his face.

A junior high school student, how could he Suzuki lose?

When encountered, although he had no physical strength, he was still stubbornly resisting.

Keigo Jibe is also very energetic, and constantly performs “waltzes towards destruction”.

The ball flew Suzuki’s racket several times, his wrist was red and swollen, and it was clearly visible to the naked eye.

Suzuki gritted his teeth and roared.

“Come again, I Suzuki haven’t lost yet!”

Boom!

Keigo Jibe’s eyebrows raised slightly.

I just wanted to swing the incoming ball, but another ball flew out of nowhere.

That tennis ball was so powerful that it bounced off Suzuki’s return shot.

The two balls landed together, leaving two scratches on the ground.

Everyone looked in the direction of the incoming ball, and their eyes shrunk.

“It’s the ghost they…”

In the stands, Oni Jujiro maintained his serve posture, and Irie Sota and Tokugawa Kazuya, who were standing next to him, were calm.

“You are not allowed to play privately here, you have already broken the rules.”

The high school students at Stadium 9 saw Oni Jujiro, it was like a mouse seeing a cat.

In an instant, they scattered, as if they had never been here.

Keigo, who remained in place, was inevitably a little confused.

Looking up at the three people in the stands, it seemed that they often appeared together.

Irie looked around the court and asked curiously.

“Uh, isn’t the one called ‘Akaji’ there?”

Keigo didn’t answer, and Irie’s gaze had moved to the shattered wall.

He gestured to Oni Jujiro and Tokugawa Kazuya and said with a smile.

“That, the afterlife is terrible!”

Oni Jujiro glanced at the crack in the wall and frowned.

The junior high school students on Court 10 really don’t know how to settle points.

Tokugawa Kazuya’s lilac eyes shrank.

That level of destructive power can almost be on par with ghosts.

Was it really done by that junior high school student named Seijuro Akaji?

The next day, the U17 shuffle officially began.

Pitch 10 is on Course 9.

A group of junior high school students who have not experienced the shuffle game are excited.

Kintaro Toyama carries a racket on his back, chirping like a sparrow in a tree.

“Oh, the younger you are, are you super excited like you?”

“To be honest, I was so excited last night that I couldn’t sleep, and I can be promoted to Pitch 9 right away!!”

Kintaro Toyama’s mood is very high, which sets off Echizen Ryoma very cold.

Echizen Ryoma yawned a few times and said coolly.

“It’s not even close.”

But hearing what Kintaro Toyama had just said, a group of high school students from Court 10 scoffed.

“It’s funny, a few of them actually want to beat Pitch 9, it’s a dream.”

“You know, although it is only one pitch worse, the comprehensive strength is very different.”