Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 390 The Puppet Manipulator
"Sang Yu, don't fight any more!" Bei Dao clenched her fists tightly, she saw that tiny drops of blood were dripping out from Sang Yu's arm little by little.

"Sang Yu's hand." Xiangzi murmured in a low voice, with deep worry in his eyes.

"Blood is oozing out." Goto put down his hand at the end of his curly hair, with a lingering solemnity between his brows, "If I catch the ball again"

Sakura didn't speak, but the eyelids drooped slightly, and the silhouette of the brim of the hat cast a faint layer of darkness on it, making those calm eyes look even more calm.

KUSO! ! !

Gritting his teeth, Sang Yu clenched the racket in his hand.

Do you want to give up this point?If the opponent takes this point, then all her opportunities will be lost, including all previous efforts will be useless. In this way, she will also lose the meaning of winning the Gravity Buckle?Even more let down Sakura's expectations of her.

However, her hands are already weak, and being able to support two rounds is her limit. Even if she takes off the gravity buckle, she will not be burdened, but the pain from the muscle strain will make her arms tremble and it is difficult to lift. If this continues, she will My arm is going to be useless!
hum-

The racket rotated in the hand, the hand was raised, and the racket fell, blood-colored beads splashed out of the arm, gradually forming tiny traces in the air!
Snapped--

The sound of hitting the ball sounded, with a harsh noise.

Light/manufacturing! ! !

Hayama|Nami narrowed her pupils and ran quickly to the first half, passing the flying tennis ball.After arriving at the venue in Zone 1, take a step back with your left foot and hold the racket with both hands again.

Snapped--

There was a crisp sound, and the shadowless tennis ball had fallen to the backcourt, but it gradually disappeared without making a sound, while Hayama Nami's racket protruded a large piece, and there was no ball on it, only rustling friction could be heard Voice.

"cut"

hum-

The sound of the wind gradually picked up, and all the surrounding air suddenly surged up, forming a tornado-like airflow at a speed visible to the naked eye, surrounding the tennis ball on Ye Shan's racket, and the yellow-green color gradually became clearer, and the speed of rotation also continued to increase. There was a hissing sound as it rubbed against the string.

Seeing the tennis ball spinning faster and faster, Arai gritted his teeth: "Damn it! Is that guy trying to break Sang Yu's injured hand?!!!"

"break--"

boom--

The tennis ball whirling with a tornado rushed towards Sang Yu on the field like a bloodthirsty beast, and the strong wind even heard the sound of the singles post cracking and deforming the moment it passed across the court.

"Sang Yu," Rina's hand on the isolation net suddenly tightened, "Don't catch this ball!!!!"

ta~ta~
Sang Yu reversed his footsteps and quickly ran to the backcourt. The piercing pain spread continuously in his left arm. It was so hot that it seemed to be burned by a raging fire. It seemed that it would burn out in the next second. That kind of pain
"Sang Yu, stop!!!" Bei Dao clenched his teeth, "If you continue like that, your hands will be destroyed!!!"

Yes, the arm is going to be useless!
"Are you an idiot?!!!!" Arai fastened the isolation net, his angry expression was clearly visible on his face, "You don't want to play anymore, do you?!!!"

play!

She wants to fight, wants to continue to fight with everyone!

However, she can't lose this year's competition, and she can't afford to lose.

but
"I do not care------------"

(End of this chapter)