Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 507 Never Give Up
"Hey, what is this?!"

"What's going on? How could such a thing appear?"

In the auditorium, Shiraishi Yukali narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze moved with the movement of the two of them.

She has already recognized Edogawa, at least so far, only she has the qualifications to fight her.

"Why is there a light screen?" Tan Taiyi blinked his eyes, and in doubt, stretched out his right hand to reach over.

"Take back your hand," Akutsu on the side narrowed his eyes, and after Tan Taiyi gave an 'eh' in surprise, he said, "This is the magnetic field generated by the violent collision of Qi, and there is no distinction yet. .At this time, any touch will be strangled, even if it is a stone."

"Hey!" Tan Taiyi's eyes widened, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

Seeing that he was fine, the other men's tennis players who were looking this way withdrew their gazes and continued to pay attention to the game.

Snapped--

The sound of hitting the ball kept ringing, and the two people on the court swung their rackets back and forth.

The two kinds of qi are colliding and fighting fiercely, and the intersection is the color of destruction tending to death.

And the black-haired girl of Bingdi, every shot, every ball, exhausted all her strength.

The ball in the past has been hardened by her air and rotated at a high speed. The accumulated centrifugal force plus the hardness of the racket after the hard air is hit can give the opponent a powerful blunt impact.

It's just that this kind of play hurts others and hurts oneself.

Because every time a ball is hit, the rotational force of the ball will increase geometrically, and the arm strength required to hit it again will also increase. Under the action of gravity acceleration and centrifugal force, the heavy blows on the shoulders and arms will gradually deepen. Brings a terrible burden on the body, thus.
"Cough~poof~"

The blood was spit out with the sound of coughing, and the scarlet color slid down the corner of Matsumoto's mouth, which was a bit dazzling.

Snapped--

However, Matsumoto still insisted on hitting the racket and hitting the ball.
Snapped--

Sakura shot the ball back without wasting any effort.

Even the facial expressions have returned to their original sloppiness. Fighting at different levels will infinitely magnify the fatality of the weak.

"Matsumoto."

"Matsumoto."

"Senior Matsumoto."

"Thousand cranes."

Snapped--

In the counterattack, there is no shadow of the ball, but there is only the sound of hitting the ball again and again.

Matsumoto patted and chased, while maintaining the perfect clothes, while insisting on this desperate style of play, as she ran, her face became paler and paler.

In particular, the blood that kept slipping from the corner of the mouth was as red as the flowers on the other side of the Wangchuan River, which was extremely eye-catching.

"Matsumoto, is it worth it?" Looking at the girl who insisted on the field, Sakuraichi asked indifferently.

If you keep your body, at least there will be a chance to fight in the future, why bother now
To risk his life for a victory that never dawned.

Snapped--

The streamer flickered, and Matsumoto supported himself with the spirit of winning, "People, when you come to this world, you have to cough cough. Seriously once."

"Matsumoto, stop hitting!" In the salon, Asahina yelled loudly, "Your shoulder will be crippled!"

"Matsumoto-san! Stop!"

"Senior Matsumoto!!"

However, no matter how loud the shouting in the club was, the two people in the stadium couldn't hear it.

The magnetic field isolates everything, and no one can stop them unless they want to.

"Aha--"

Snapped--

The sound of hitting the ball was crisp, black hair was flying in the airflow, Matsumoto's eyes were gradually blurred, only the body was returning the ball spontaneously.

Everything becomes ethereal.

It was as if this was a world she didn't understand.
So, she has been wandering in the mist.

Then, try to escape your fate,
But on the road of trying to escape fate, he met his own destiny.

The day is burning.

She seemed to see the calm girl opposite.

Watching her condescendingly.

Watched her bewildered soul.

Contempt, arrogance, supercilious, but indifferent like frost.

A thorn fell on her heart like a thorn, and it hurt endlessly.

bang~
The sound of falling to the ground sounded, accompanied by exclamations from outside the court.

"Is it worth it, Matsumoto." Yingyi's indifferent voice was a little ethereal, as if it came from nothingness, "Your shoulders can no longer be lifted,"

Snapped--

"I still want to, persist." It was still that ethereal voice, so indifferent that there was no slight ups and downs.

"What about the shoulders, cough~" The blood was spreading, and he stood up with his tired body, and his hand holding the racket suddenly tightened, "Edogawa, I, have my own pride, as long as I don't die, I, absolutely do not give up!"

The dark red pupils shrank suddenly.

don't give up.?
(End of this chapter)