The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

A backhand slap and a blow to the ball.

“Bang!”

The ball landed on the ground, and Keigo Jibe jumped again.

The second kill, the strength and speed are stronger than before.

And this time it was aimed at Akaji’s left-hand side.

Akaji turned the racket to his left hand, moving skillfully and naturally.

There was an exclamation from the sidelines.

“Amazing, is that Akaji ‘Erdao Flow’?”

“The legendary samurai Nanjiro’s ‘two-knife flow’ is very powerful.”

Everyone showed their eyes of surprise and admiration.

And Akaji is very calm and calm.

No matter which direction the ball comes from, he can adjust to the most suitable hitting position in the shortest possible time.

“Traces, when you come to U17, you have to make some changes.”

After saying this, Akaji raised his eyes to look at Keigo Jibe with an indifferent expression.

“Your seemingly gorgeous technology will not get any benefit at all in the battle of masters.”

“Instead, it will expose your shortcomings.”

With that, Akaji aimed the return shot at the corner of Keigo Jibe’s half.

Keigo Jibe quickened his pace and ran towards the drop ball.

Just as the tennis ball landed on the ground, he swung his racket to hit the ball back.

But looking up, Seijuro Akaji on the opposite side didn’t know when he had come to the net.

At this time, the expression on his face was very cold.

Those deep, red eyes exuded a chill.

Just as the ball crossed the net, Akaji’s eyes became strange and sharp.

And behind him, the image of a samurai gradually appeared.

But the image is a little blurry, not very clear, but only a slight outline can be seen according to the agreement.

Keigo Jibe’s brown eyes concealed a little surprise.

Shrinking his pupils, he wanted to mobilize his extraordinary insight.

But as far as the eye can see, everything seems to be covered with a layer of fog.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze focused on Akaji’s swing.

However, Akaji’s movements were very fast, and the moment he waved, the wind gathered around him.

The air flow circle wrapped around the tennis ball, and everywhere it went, the air became chaotic.

Bang bang!

Tennis quickly broke the line.

Akaji scored another point.

Keigo Jibe’s expression was very serious, changing his previous frivolous arrogance.

The opponent is Seijuro Akaji, and he must concentrate.

Boom!

The serve crosses the net, and Keigo follows the ball and runs to the net.

A red cyclone rose from the soles of Akaji Seijuro’s feet, and in his eyes, the miniature of the traces was clear.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and his gaze towards Keigo Jibe was half a bit more than a trial.

Keigo Jibe stood in front of the net, aiming at the tennis ball in flight.

The interception beat was sharp and swift.

Like a lion that has been waiting for a long time, it finally stretched out its claws.

Keigo Jibe stretched his racket and hit the back half of the ball.

A heavy hit sounded.

I only saw that the tennis ball was subjected to a strong reaction force and flew in the original direction.

Akaji had already calculated the position of the next ball and quickly stood still.

The powerful aura exuding from his body made people dare not come out.

On the other side, Keigo Jibe reacted quickly, retreated, and ran towards the other side.

His observation of the ball seems to be more delicate than before.

Correspondingly, the judgments made have become more accurate.

As Akaji swung his shot, Keigo’s body moved.

He doesn’t need to go through the brain’s information processing, he plays completely out of physical instinct.

This feeling is very wonderful!

Keigo Jibe’s heart fell into an inexplicable excitement and excitement.

But in addition to being excited, he was worried that this perfect state would not last long.

He enjoys the pleasure of tennis.

At the same time, the body’s functional responses seem to be racing to achieve the most perfect state.

If normally his game is 80%, now it is 100%.

All the power is liberated and unleashed!

Bang bang!

Keigo Jibe jumped, and his bouncing power was much better than before.

A swift kill ball dropped.

Bang!

The ball crossed the net and flew towards Akaji’s wrist.

Before Seijuro Akaji could change the racket to his left hand, he was hit by this ball.

Obviously, this kill was much stronger than before.

The most prominent is the increase in speed.

Immediately afterwards, the ball bounced back into the racket in the track, and he hit the second kill while the iron was hot.

“Towards a waltz of destruction!”

Keigo Jibe was more arrogant than ever, and his raised eyebrows and upturned corners of his mouth were all confident.

Boom!

The ball landed, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

Keigo Jibe also landed steadily, maintaining the posture of hitting the ball, and his tone was insolent.

“Immerse yourself in Uncle Ben’s gorgeous ball skills, ahhh~~”

He snapped his fingers with his left hand and restored his previous image of a grandfather.

On the sidelines of the stadium, everyone watching the game could not help but have some doubts.

Obviously, from the very beginning of the game, the traces have been suppressed by Akaji to death.

Why just now, the traces seem to have a feeling of being ready to go, and the state is getting better and better.

“This feeling, as if it is open, it seems that the fire is fully open.”

Hearing the discussion of the people next to him, Keigo Jibe was also playing drums in his heart.

He also had difficulty describing the feeling.

Subconsciously looked at the arm he was holding.

It’s as if…

Power is constantly coming out of his body.

That’s what it feels like to have power, how wonderful it is…

Keigo Jibe’s eyes glowed red, and his gaze became sharp and cold at this time.

“Waltz towards Destruction—”

He raised his arm and hit the ball in the air.

The moment the racket hit the ball, his power gushed out.

Amazing explosive power!

Boom!

Bang bang!

The two kills, which were overwhelming, also built a lot of confidence for the traces.

Being able to score consecutive points from Akaji’s hands makes even Jibu proud.

Seijuro Akaji was in no hurry to counterattack, he maintained a calm style of ball, constantly hitting the ball into the depths of the track.

In this way, Akaji slowly blocked the trail near the bottom line.

Keigo Jibe’s arm muscles bulged out of size, and he wanted to use the power he had burst out.

“Drink!!”

He roared low, like an angry lion.

The slightly upturned hair ends, there are already beads of crystal sweat dripping.