The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

“Next, let’s go to the seventh game.”

Seeing Seijuro Akaji get up and leave, the Byodoin Phoenix stopped him.

“Akaji, the game is not over yet, where are you going to go.”

Seijuro Akaji’s coat swayed in the wind.

He stood on the steps, looked at everyone condescendingly, and spoke.

“I’ll go warm up.”

Byodo Phoenix frowned.

“Don’t overdo it, you still have a game in a moment.”

Seijuro Akaji ignored Byodoin Phoenix’s words and walked straight towards the exit of the stadium.

Seeing Akaji leaving, Qingfeng Daiki on the side of the second army immediately followed out.

Home stadium, the game continues.

But on the practice court, smoke burned between Seijuro Akaji and Daiki Aomine.

“Akaji, I haven’t seen you for so long, will you stand against us as soon as you come back.”

Aomine Daiki carried a tennis racket, looked at Akaji untamedly, and greeted.

Seijuro Akaji was about to practice against the wall alone, turned his back to Daiki Aomine, and slowly spoke.

“Now that you know, don’t be an enemy of me, quit consciously, Qingfeng, this is my last advice to you.”

Qingfeng Daiki snorted coldly.

He pulled a tennis ball out of his trouser pocket and threw it high into the air.

Boom!

The serve brushed past Akaji’s ear, causing his hair to move slightly.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Seijuro Akaji’s mouth.

His voice was like snow that melted only in spring.

“Are you provoking me, Qingfeng.”

Daiki Aomomine moved his steps and walked to the court.

“I have long wanted to challenge you, it is better to choose the day than to hit the sun, and I also just want to learn the level of the first army team.”

Seijuro Akaji turned to look at Daiki Aomine, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

“It seems that you have forgotten who I am.”

He is Seijuro Akaji and has not tasted a single defeat.

The match between the two was about to begin, and Daiki Aomine’s mood was very flat.

Daiki Aomomine walked outside the end line and threw the tennis ball high into the air.

With a muffled bang of the ball, the game between the two began.

“Tread!”

The footsteps became hurried and messy.

The force of the arm burst enough to make the tennis ball violently detach.

Seijuro Akaji turned orange in one of his eyes.

“Eyes of the Heavenly Emperor”, as far as the eye can see, is Qingfeng Daihui’s every move.

Including every next step of Aomine Daiki, Akaji is in control.

A ball rushed out of the line, and Daiki Aomomine stretched his racket, but at the last moment he watched the ball fly away.

“0—15.”

Seijuro Akaji maintained the posture of hitting the ball and said lightly.

Qingfeng Daiki had a gloomy face, looking unwilling to lose the point just now.

He flicked his clapping hand and said in a hoarse voice.

“Come again.”

He slapped the tennis ball on the ground, then swung his racket to knock the ball out.

The tennis ball flew out, crossed the middle net, and cut a graceful arc in the air.

On the opposite side, Seijuro Akaji stood with both feet and was already waiting for the drop position.

His arm sank and he gripped the upper end of the racket.

“Bang!”

The sound of hitting the tennis ball appears very heavy.

Aomine Daiki immediately made a big stride online.

He intercepted the tennis ball in flight forward, moving very quickly.

“Drink!”

While hitting the ball, a roaring fire burned in his eyes.

At this point, he regarded Akaji as a real opponent.

Boom!

Tennis balls flew over Takachiji’s head, flying at very high altitudes.

If it is an ordinary person, this ball is categorically uncatchable.

But Aomine Daiki found that Akaji’s side, the red air flow was getting stronger and stronger.

All the air currents converged in one place, like a big hand that rushed into the sky, intercepting the tennis ball high in the air.

The tennis ball fell and took the initiative to fly towards Seijuro Akaji.

Seijuro Akaji swung his racket and hit the back half of the tennis ball.

At that moment, sparks burst out.

After the tennis ball broke away from Akaji’s racket, it instantly transformed into a burning fireball.

That fireball was getting bigger and bigger, like a snowball.

Until he came to the half where Aomine Daiki was, a powerful force burst out.

That force bounced off the racket in Aomine’s hand and took his whole person out.

“Boom!”

After Aomine Daiki fell, he immediately stood up.

He glanced at the racket that had fallen nearby and grabbed the grip.

The force just now was not something he could fight back now.

He held the racket and faced Seijuro Akaji with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

“Aha, Akaji, you’ve become stronger.”

This sentence sounded ridiculous, but it did not cause Akaji’s emotional waves.

Seijuro Akaji stood in place, his expression indifferent.

He holds the racket in both hands, his knees slightly bent, and his eyes are level with the front.

“Serve, Aomine.”

Daiki Aomomine has lost two points in a row, but he has not felt the pressure.

In this match, he originally just wanted to test Akaji’s current strength.

But he wasn’t sure if he could force Akaji to do his best.

He chatted while surfing the Internet to intercept.

“Akaji, leave Teiguang to play tennis better.”

Seijuro Akaji hit the ball back and replied lightly.

“That’s right.”

Aomomine Daiki frowned.

He jumped up and slammed the tennis ball down in the air.

After the tennis ball was knocked out, it fell heavily on the ground and exploded at the feet of Seijuro Akaji.

“15—30。”

Qingfeng Daiki landed steadily, his expression confident and arrogant.

“The expedition races make you stronger, but I don’t stay where I am either.”

Seijuro Akaji glanced at the tennis ball that landed off the court, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He tightened the net of the racket and spoke.

“You’re wrong, it’s not that the expedition race makes me strong, but that I’m strong enough to go on an expedition.”

The corners of Qingfeng Daiki’s downward mouth showed a bit of alienation.

He took a step and moved quickly from side to side, creating a double shadow of his body.

As if magically, two Qingfeng Daiki were divided on the field.

“Bang bang!”

Although Seijuro Akaji’s “Eye of the Heavenly Emperor” is powerful, the Qingfeng Daiki under the high-speed movement is still a little difficult to capture.

His racket was aimed at the bouncing tennis ball and a muffled sound was heard.

Boom!

While the two were playing, on the main court, the doubles match between the first army and the second army also had a result.

All four on the pitch were exhausted.

The two groups of partners supported each other, sweating like rain.