The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

“30—0.”

Two consecutive ace shots boosted the morale of No. 9 Stadium.

After all, as far as those high school students knew, no one had yet been able to be late to the ace ball at the hands of Oni Jujiro.

Therefore, they have a new understanding of Akaji’s strength.

The people of Stadium 5 no longer dared to talk about Akaji casually.

They honestly watched the game, hoping that Oni Jujiro would give them a fight.

But even with the third ball, Oni Jujiro still couldn’t receive it.

“That’s not the speed that humans can play, it’s too fast.”

Everyone couldn’t help but sigh.

Saito Zhi also feels this way.

But he thinks it’s not impossible.

In fact, those professional players who have opened the realm of selflessness can still reach this speed.

That’s right, the current Akaji has opened the door to his selfless realm.

Saito touched his chin thoughtfully and smiled slightly.

But now rashly use the selfless realm, so that it will not last until the end.

After all, the opponent is not an ordinary person, but the powerful Oni Jujiro.

The selfless realm has side effects.

Once Akaji’s physical strength is exhausted, Oni Jujiro will immediately fight back.

Saito gradually felt that the chances of victory on the ghost side were greater.

There was a bit of clarity in his smile, and he could almost predict the next battle.

On the court, Seijuro Akaji won the second set with four ace balls.

After Akaji saved the serve, everyone on Court 9 applauded.

Even those high school students who usually look at Akaji and others unfavorably also expressed their heartfelt admiration.

After all, at this time of the shuffle match, they have to be unanimous.

In the third game, it was Oni Jujiro’s turn to serve, and the players on Court 5 had been waiting for a long time.

So far, Oni Jujiro has not occupied an absolute dominant position.

This is already a loss of face.

Especially in the second game just now, after being won by junior high school students with four ace balls, the momentum of the No. 5 court was greatly lost.

“Come on Big Brother Ghost!!”

“Come on! Come on! ”

Amid cheers, Oni Jujiro began his serve for the third inning.

He holds the tennis ball in his hand, and his eyes are very sharp.

Raising his eyes to look at Seijuro Akaji on the opposite side, his lips pursed.

“Boy, don’t think that with this strength, you can do whatever you want in U17.”

“This is too underestimating us!”

After saying two words in a row, Oni Jujiro threw the tennis ball in his hand into the air.

The ball landed lightly on Oni Jujiro’s cross-shaped racket.

Bang bang!

Although the game has reached the third inning.

But seeing Oni Jujiro using that special racket to catch the serve, the junior high school students still felt incredible.

Kintaro Toyama was curious and confused.

He scratched his head and asked.

“Can you really play tennis with that racket?”

Hearing Kintaro Toyama voice his doubts, several other junior high school students looked at him.

Kintaro Toyama was a little excited to see Oni Jujiro playing so smoothly.

“Oh, it’s fun to play with that racket, and I want to give it a try!”

Echizen Ryoma was standing next to Kintaro Toyama.

Slightly irritated by him, Echizen complained and reminded.

“Hey, can you keep quiet, it’s really noisy.”

Kintaro Toyama is naturally not the one who shuts up easily.

He stuck out his tongue at Echizen Ryoma and said with a grin.

“Of course, the competition will be lively, but I am cheering for Brother Chiji!”

Echizen Ryoma pressed the brim of his hat, very helpless, so he had to move.

Bang bang!

Just as Echizen Ryoma moved, he suddenly felt a killing intent coming from behind him.

His pupils shrank instantly, stood still, and looked back.

What a powerful return ball it was to make such a heavy sound.

I saw that the half where Seijuro Akaji was was raised a lot of dust.

It was like a deep fog, shrouding his whole person in it.

When the “mist” cleared, his eyes full of cold were faintly revealed.

“30—0.”

Oni Jujiro scored two points in a row, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

Immediately after, he was going to deliver the third goal.

The expressions of Sanada Kenichiro and the others became very serious and nervous.

In contrast, Akaji on the field seemed very calm.

Oni Jujiro aimed his racket hard at the tennis ball, and then quickly hit the ball.

Akaji stood on both feet and quickly came to the drop position.

Oni Jujiro’s eyes narrowed.

It was that feeling again, that feeling that every move was in the hands of that guy.

Could it come from that kid’s sense of oppression?

Oni Jujiro kept asking questions in his mind, and he became more and more puzzled.

They were meeting for the first time, could they have seen through his path with those first few games?

This is too impractical.

But if Akaji that kid just happened to appear in the drop position.

Once is a coincidence, three or four times is a fact.

Oni Jujiro is constantly tempting Akaji.

He presses the racket down, and while exerting force on his feet, he gradually concentrates all the strength of his body on the arm holding the racket.

After the ball broke away from the racket, there was a “whoosh” sound that brushed the air.

Another black tomahawk, leaving a scorched smell of flames in the air.

Seijuro Akaji’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Hidden under the eyes is endless darkness.

Expecting that Oni Jujiro would come and hit the “Black Tomahawk”, Seijuro Akaji’s arm was charged.

Kick your right foot forward, press your waist, and swing your gripper’s arm.

Suddenly, a powerful force surged up, causing him to exude a powerful and cold aura.

Boom!

Seijuro Akaji directly shot a tennis ball flying in the air.

Between the electric flint, it seemed that there were figures of two people clashing flashed.

Oni Jujiro’s surprise was only for a moment, and then he immediately reacted and met the opponent’s return shot.

Being able to fight back against his 100% “black suspension”, Akaji this kid is indeed very strong.

But this is only the appetizer, the real power is yet to come.

Oni Jujiro clenched his racket, his eyes shining sharply.

“Drink!!”

A flash of red light flashed, like an axe slamming at Akaji’s body.

Tong!

After a muffled sound, Akaji caught the ball steadily.

But when I caught the ball, my arm also received a strong vibration.

His brows frowned slightly, and a cold light flashed under his eyes.