The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

The high school students who saw the No. 10 court had little fighting spirit.

Sanada was obviously very dissatisfied with their attitude.

“These guys, it’s too lax!”

Tono Taijima taunted in agreement.

“Those guys, just ignore them.”

Saying that, he took a bite of the apple in his hand and made a crisp sound.

Sanada glanced at Tono Taijima rather unexpectedly.

I really didn’t expect that this strange-tempered Tono would take the initiative to talk to them.

Saito stood on the court, gathered the players from both courts, and announced.

“In a moment, there will be a shuffle match between Courts 10 and 9, and the winning side…”

Kintaro Toyama couldn’t help but interrupt Saito’s words and said in a whisper.

“I know I know, if we win, we can advance to Road 9, right?!”

After he finished speaking, he looked smug and praised, and glanced at Echizen Ryoma, who had been silent.

Echizen Ryoma pressed the brim of his hat and said coolly.

“So that’s the case, Course 9, it’s still far from it.”

In Court 9, several high school students standing together whispered.

“Eh, Suzuki, those two junior high school students fought us yesterday, right?”

Suzuki and the others’ gazes were locked on Akaji and Jibe.

“That’s right, it’s them, I recognize them when they turn to ashes.”

Suzuki subconsciously looked at his right wrist, his face was livid, and he was a little pale.

His wrist still doesn’t use force.

It’s all thanks to them.

“Aha, Suzuki, I heard that a few of you were beaten badly by junior high school students last night?”

A yellow-haired high school student squeezed forward and asked with a malicious look.

Suzuki’s face could not be hung up, and he forcibly defended.

“What is called being beaten, we are talking and communicating with each other.”

Several others began to chime in.

“That’s right, it’s just a competition, how can we bully junior high school students.”

The yellow-haired one was unimpressed, turned his head and left.

Keigo Jibe next to Seijuro Akaji asked in a low voice.

“Akaji, when did you practice that ball last night, and it really scared Uncle Ben, ahhh~”

Although Keigo Jibe admired in his heart, he still looked arrogant and self-satisfied on the surface.

He was carrying a tennis racket, and his long body blocked a large area of light.

Seijuro Akaji said lightly.

“When it was practiced, I don’t know.”

He just thought yesterday about how much force that ball should have, and then it was produced.

It can be said that after opening the zone, this degree is nothing at all.

In the stands, Irie Soudo, who was idle, lay on the railing, smiling and looking at the people under the field.

Behind him, a more leisurely voice interrupted his thoughts.

“I said Irie, didn’t you have a competition today.”

Irie turned his head and saw that the gray-haired man in front of him was looking at the place he was looking with a bright smile.

“It turned out to be Shuuji, and this should be exactly what I wanted to ask you.”

Shuji Tanishima, the second U17 player.

His mysterious abilities are unfathomable, and he is one of the few masters in the U17.

People like him who are both talented and willing to practice, ordinary people can’t catch up.

Shuji Tanishima’s gaze fell on Akaji in the crowd, and said with a smile.

“Irie, is that kid the one you said he shot through the wall with one ball?”

Irie held up his glasses and replied.

“I didn’t say that.”

Shuji Tadashima also leaned against the railing and watched the shuffle match between Courts 9 and 10.

“It is estimated that those junior high school students will soon threaten the ghost.”

Irie smiled and looked at Shuji Tadashima.

Then he said quietly.

“You can’t talk about threats, maybe you can be a good partner.”

Shuji Tadashima didn’t say anything more.

By this time, Court 10 had won two sets in a row.

Next to appear is Seijuro Akaji.

An ace player in the eyes of junior high school students, Akaji, the captain of Teiguang.

Today, he is still like an emperor, exuding a powerful aura all over his body.

The sound of hitting sounded, and on the sidelines, Suzuki breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, his opponent is not Akaji.

Boom!

“Akaji won this game, 4-2.”

In less than ten minutes, he took the initiative from the aces of Court 9.

Seijuro Akaji’s eyes lit up with a hint of essence, and he pinched the tennis ball in his hand and threw it into the air.

The tennis ball spun out, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Along that arc, there are also everyone’s eyes.

The high school students at Pitch 9 were all serious, never thinking that they would lose so badly.

Conversely, the high school students at Court 10 did not expect it.

Bang!

The tennis ball landed heavily on the ground, bounced up, and directly passed the person opposite Akaji.

The man’s eyes widened, and he didn’t dare to take the ball just now.

“Boom!”

With a loud bang, everyone saw the wall that had been cracked by the ball.

On the wall, a “spider web” was instantly caged.

The tennis ball landed, rolled some distance on the ground, and slowly stopped.

Seijuro Akaji kept batting the ball, revealing an orange eye covered with a layer of red light.

The upturned corners of his mouth highlighted his pride and confidence.

Subsequently, the momentum of the No. 10 course was greatly improved.

“Come on, junior high school student!!”

Even the high school students who usually don’t look at the first middle school students cheered one after another.

At this time, they were united in hatred and hatred.

Bang bang!

The sound of hitting sounded again.

But because of Akaji’s super destructive return just now, his opponents did not dare to act rashly.

Saito held his chin in one hand, thoughtfully.

His narrow eyes showed a bit of deep meaning.

The destructive power is amazing, which makes him think of Byodoin.

At the same time, the shuffle match between Courts 1 and 3 is also underway.

Unsurprisingly, Course 1 has an overwhelming advantage.

The Lord will abstain from the right to enter the river, and they will not have the slightest chance of victory.

On the sidelines, a blond-haired high school student sat upright.

The air around him seemed to condense.

This person is the current number one player in U17, Byodoin Phoenix.

Under the bangs, his eyes were like eagle falcons, glowing faintly.

As if to swallow up the people on the court, it is full of momentum.

Behind him, Duke Watanabe said slowly.

“Head, the island is gone again.”