The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Akaji did not dodge and looked at the traces with a slight smile.

Although his eyes were smiling, he said coldly.

“I said that in this world, only victory is everything, the winner will be affirmed, and the loser will be denied.”

Jibu’s fist stopped at a distance of no more than a centimeter from Akaji.

The tear moles in the corners of his eyes were also a little annoyed.

“Less talking to yourself there, Akaji, do you think you really won’t lose!”

Keigo Jibe lowered his fist with a solemn expression.

Seijuro Akaji’s eyes moved slightly, and he replied very indifferently.

“I, Akaji, have never lost in anything before, and I never will.”

He was full of confidence and his words were quite persuasive.

Because in the impression of Jibe, Akaji really did not lose a single game.

Just when Keigo Jibe was temporarily shaking, Seijuro Akaji said lightly.

“I think you can answer me now if you decide to follow me.”

Keigo raised his eyes and looked at Akaji, complex emotions mixed together.

Seeing that Jibu was hesitating, Akaji continued without hesitation.

“Didn’t you already taste the taste of failure just now?”

Keigo Jibe’s pupils shrank and he felt a heavy blow.

His hands were clenched, and the back of his hands was bruised.

Akaji’s words undoubtedly aroused his anger.

Touching Akaji’s eyes that were as clear as the moon but could see through all people’s thoughts, Trace bowed his head slightly.

The expression on his face was very ugly.

“Don’t say it!”

Keigo Jibe put on his tennis bag and prepared to turn and leave.

Akaji did not intend to continue convincing Jibu, but just said with a sneer.

“Sure enough, failure can be uplifting?”

As soon as the words fell, Keigo Jibe, who was already about to leave, suddenly turned his head.

He walked in the direction of Akaji with steady steps, not showing any expression on his face.

“Uncle Ben has never been convinced by anyone, you are the first.”

Saying that, Jibe extended his right hand to Akaji to show his willingness to cooperate.

Seijuro Akaji shook Shangbu’s hand quietly, his expression was faint, but as cold as frost.

“Don’t worry, I will tap your potential and make you have stronger strength.”

The hand he held secretly forced, and his face still concealed the intention of killing.

Keigo Jibe sank his face, obviously still a little reluctant.

But in order to be able to become stronger…

“Your insight is indeed better than ordinary people, but it does not play its role well.”

Seijuro Akaji said as he took out his tennis racket and stood face to face with Keigo Jibe.

Trace’s physical strength is now running out, but he still catches the ball sent by Akaji.

The yellow-green tennis ball is like a swirling rocket, flying straight upwards.

The tennis ball flight path shines in the dark night.

The flames of the sky burned in Trace’s eyes, and he narrowed his eyes, wanting to concentrate more.

Akaji’s ball is fast, but it is still within the range of the naked eye.

Keigo Traces swings his racket, and the ball bounces up and is knocked out by Traces.

The tennis ball flew in the direction of Akaji, and its speed and strength were average.

Seijuro Akaji easily hit the topspin back.

Saw the incoming ball and aimed at the second half of the racket.

The racket rotated flexibly in his hand, like a sharp weapon in the hands of a samurai, exuding a fierce temper like the master.

In an instant, a red air stream rose from the soles of Akaji’s feet.

Like smoke, it soon buried his whole person.

His eyes revealed a cold light, staring closely at the traces in the opposite half.

Under the “Eye of the Heavenly Emperor”, Keigo Jibe’s every movement is in Akaji’s calculations.

At this time, only the two of them were left on the court, and the air around them became very quiet.

Occasionally, you can hear the night breeze rustling the leaves.

The silvery-white moonlight spilled out, brightening the shadows cast by the two on the ground.

It was late at night, and many people were already asleep.

In the practice room, Tokugawa Kazuya is still doing physical training.

Sweat seeped through his tracksuit, and behind it were mottled sweat stains.

The white face, beads of sweat slipped down it.

“Hoo-hoo-huh-”

He adjusted his breathing rhythm, and the whole person stood upside down against the wall.

The muscles on the arms are large protruding, and the bruises on the forehead are also very impressive.

His whole body was as if he had been fished out of water, sweating profusely, which was very surprising.

“I’m right, Tokugawa must still be training here.”

Outside the door came the hearty and bright laughter of a boy.

As he said this, Irie had already stepped into the practice room with one foot.

In the huge training room, Tokugawa was the only one in sight.

Under the interlacing of light, Tokugawa Kazuya’s handsome face became more prominent.

He stood up and glanced at Irie Sota, who had walked beside him.

At this time, Irie Sotou was full of comfort, and his expression was arbitrary, relaxed and at ease.

As the main player of Court 3, Irie’s strength is undoubted.

In the last shuffle match, he deceived his opponent with his superb skills and acting skills, making his opponent doubt his life.

In addition to playing tennis, he usually plays saxophone, or trains Tokugawa with oni.

When he was bored, Irie Sotato went to the window and sat down.

Looking at the moonlight of the silver painting outside, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but evoke the arc of a natural smile.

Tokugawa Kazuya raised his dumbbells as if Irie Sonata did not exist.

All the values of his body have improved, which is inseparable from his self-discipline.

Tokugawa Kazuya, who grew up overseas, is obviously talented.

But now, he knows that talent must be supported by extraordinary physical strength.

If your physical fitness can’t keep up, no matter how powerful your ball skills are, you can’t reach 100% power.

“Have you heard, Tokugawa?”

Irie withdrew his gaze, looked at Tokugawa Kazuya, and suddenly asked.

Faced with Irie’s unforeseen question, Tokugawa Kazuya didn’t know what he was talking about for a while.

Irie added.

“Coach Saito’s reshuffle between Stadium 5 and Stadium 9, don’t say you don’t know.”

Irie raised his eyebrows, a little proud.

Tokugawa Kazuya thought for a moment, then nodded.

“I’ve heard them talk about that.”

Obviously, Tokugawa Kazuya did not take this matter to heart.