The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

At this time, his eyes appeared with a gaze that he had never seen before.

The chill almost froze the warmth around it.

Holding the racket in his hand, the corners of Akaji’s mouth raised.

Dimensional ball skills or something, as long as he wants to, naturally can be completed.

Atsukyo Tono and Duke Watanabe stood by the railing.

Originally, the two of them were going to leave after watching the match in Tono Taijima.

But Seijuro Akaji’s sharp serve caught their attention.

Although Duke Watanabe looks rough on the outside, he is actually a man with a careful heart inside.

Thinking that this group of junior high school students was screened out by coaches layer by layer, the strength must not be weak.

Maybe you’ll encounter it in the shuffle tournament later.

Seijuro Akaji walked onto the court, his eyes like ice exploding.

And the high school student standing across from him huffed and gasped.

After five rounds of fighting…

No, to be precise, it was crushed by Akaji in large ways.

The high school student was still confident and arrogant, but now he is like a rooster that has been defeated.

He hung his head and slapped the tennis ball on the ground.

The heavy beating sound, like the bell on the top of the church, was solemn and solemn, making people hold their breath, and the atmosphere was particularly condensed.

Bang!

Serving across the net, Akaji spotted the incoming ball, extended his racket, and hit the bouncing ball.

At this moment, everyone looked at the tennis ball that had been knocked off.

I saw the ball falling to the ground like a flying star in the trap of airflow.

The dents on the surface of the tennis ball are very noticeable.

Then, with an upward elastic force, the tennis ball flew out again.

Heading towards the opponent’s face, this ball is fast and powerful.

The high school students at Court 9 retreated one after another.

Instinctively, in order to protect his face, he blocked the racket in front of him.

The ball actively falls into the racket, but the power is amazing.

The man’s face twitched from the force, and bruises burst out of his arms.

The whole person also stood motionless in place like petrification.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to move, but the power of that ball seals him to death, making his power unable to emit it.

As a result, he fell into passivity and was shot away with a racket.

Boom!

Seijuro Akaji saw his opponent being knocked away, and the whole person fell to the ground, the corners of his mouth raised, cold and strong.

“0—15.”

The momentum of Stadium 10 is exciting, and the crowd of Stadium 9 is particularly lonely in comparison.

Although they are only one pitch apart, there are not many differences in the level of strength.

In previous card reshuffles, they never took the gang of Court 10 seriously.

But now, it’s completely beaten.

To be precise, he was hanged and beaten by those junior high school students.

On the 9th course, Suzuki, who had been abused by Akaji and Jibe before, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

Are today’s junior high school students all at this level?

At his age, I’m afraid he’s just hovering around the door of amateur tennis.

If he hadn’t been called into the U17s, he would have had to mess around with the street tennis courts.

But these guys have just entered U17, and it is still very far-fetched to say that the training here has strengthened them.

It can only be said that their original foundation is very powerful.

Next to him, Saito glanced at the data logger’s record, and his eyes narrowed.

Then he looked at Akaji on the field, and only felt that the data he had just had was a little incredible.

That kid only played half of his strength.

So, if he gives his best, will he be able to make it to the No. 5 court?

Saito asked himself, touching his chin from time to time and falling into thought.

Bang bang!

“Akaji won this game, 5-1.”

Seijuro Akaji raised his eyes to look at the high school student opposite, and his eyes were covered with a layer of pride.

“Only the last four goals left.”

Saying that, he looked at the yellow-green tennis ball in his hand, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, his eyes of different colors glowed with cold light, like an eagle falcon, sharp and domineering.

Even, in the eyes of the opponent, Akaji’s eyes are very fierce.

Like a killer walking in the dark night, his eyes are like knives.

Seijuro Akaji threw the ball into the air, pushed his feet hard, and jumped his body.

Swing your racket and hit the back half of the ball.

In an instant, this ball was given a lot of force and flew towards the opposite side.

Wrapped in a cloud of airflow, the point of the ball is very unclear.

The opponent’s pupils are shrunk and focused on the ball, trying to see more clearly.

But in the blink of an eye, the ball was already flying in front of his eyes.

Bang bang!

The ball landed, leaving a black scratch on the ground.

“15—0.”

“Big brother red-haired serve scored!” Kintaro Toyama is energetic and in high spirits.

Sanada’s face under the brim of his hat was very calm.

He said to himself that for Akaji, victory was not difficult at all.

But he always felt that Akaji was plotting something.

On the sidelines, the arrival of Byodoin Phoenix and others startled Tono Atsukyo.

He shrank back, and in doing so, he pushed Duke Watanabe out as well.

“Head… You, why are you here? ”

Duke Watanabe realized that his purpose in coming here was not to watch the game.

So he lowered his head and was very ashamed to say sorry to the Phoenix of Byodoin.

But Byodoin Phoenix ignored Duke Watanabe, but looked at the court and asked in a deep voice.

“It looks like the game is wonderful and can make the two of you forget the training time.”

His words made Duke and Tono even more uneasy.

At this time, Seijuro Akaji on the field was already about to deliver the second goal.

He raised his racket and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Bang bang!

He didn’t move his hand and watched as the ball flew past his feet.

Now, he’s lost…

But he was not reconciled.

For him to admit defeat like this, to make him admit it in front of junior high school students, this is impossible in any way.

Bang!

The serve crossed the net, and Akaji’s opponent suddenly awakened, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

Under the training of several U17 coaches, these people will not obediently accept their lives even if they know that they will lose.

He raised his racket and slammed it at Akaji’s serve.

Only a muffled “bang” was heard.

The feeling of a racket hitting on a tennis ball is so real.

He even cried with joy.

The eyes were red, and the fighting spirit turned into a fire, burning …

“It’s a pity that I was actually beaten back, ahhh~” Keigo Jibe said without care.