Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 675 The Disappearing Serve

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The yellow-green ball turned back in an instant, because Kikumaru's water release speed was not very fast before, but under the force that Okawa intentionally added, the speed of the tennis ball's return was constantly increasing, even though gravity was reducing it.

The bubble burst with a pop, and Marui appeared in the backhand area of ​​the backcourt in an instant. His eyes locked on the tennis line, and he took aim and raised his racket.

At the same time as the sound of the shot, the tennis ball returns quickly, with the power applied to it.

"It's a pity. Although the speed is as good as it is, the strength is still a bit short." Marui said with some regret, shaking the racket in his hand casually.However, looking at Xu Chuan's expression was a bit darker, this kid's reflex ability seemed to be much stronger than he imagined.

Standing in front, Kikumaru couldn't help but nodded when he heard Marui's words, "The judgment is very strong, and she can judge the route of the ball and Kivy almost instantly, but she is still too small, and her strength can't catch up with us at all. , why don't you just let the water go?"

"That being said, but." Pointing his thumb at the person sitting opposite, Marui said angrily and weakly: "Don't forget the one over there, if she steals the ball, the two of us will have nothing to do." Trouble."

"What exactly is Sakuraichi thinking? Why did you let Okawa play? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Didn't hear what the two were talking about, Okawa just focused on catching the path of the ball. Before the ball arrived, her pupils narrowed, and streaks of yellow light gathered in her eyes, like lakes flowing into the sea .In this light, little by little, Kiwi of tennis emerges.

"Accelerate clockwise, counterclockwise and counterclockwise, short volley." Okawa spit out these words lightly, his feet flipped over, and several afterimages appeared on his body for a while. The first one has not faded, only a snap , the tennis ball disappeared into the air.

"Eh? Disappeared?!!!" Kikumaru stared at Cat Hitomi.

"Disappeared?!!!" Ruoren Hong straightened his hat, and gently rubbed his chin with one hand, as if thinking carefully about the reason why the ball disappeared.

"It's Sakuraichi's 'disappearing serve'!" Bei Dao frowned, and his orange pupils couldn't help but think a little more.

Yingyi's strength is unquestionable, and it is inevitable for someone to imitate her ball, but it does not mean that imitation can be imitated, if there is no certain foundation and strength, it is completely impossible.

Therefore, the strength of those who can completely imitate her ball will not be low.Especially the other party is still a child who is only 12 years old, not far from Ying Yi who was 10~11 years old back then.But the words of strength are still not at the same level.

Even so, Okawa's strength is not bad for this grade.

"Yeah..." Kikumaru blinked his eyes, his eyes slowly scanned from left to right, and suddenly, his pupils froze, "I see!!!"

"Kikumaru. Bazooka!!!"

bang——

The racket hit the air, and there was a muffled sound. The tennis ball hidden in the air instantly appeared, rubbed against the string for a moment, and then exploded, bringing a golden-green beam of light and a white cyclone, "Hoi~Hoi ~, little one has to catch it."

Okawa didn't speak, just bent his knees and stood firm, holding the racket with both hands, calmly watching the flying tennis ball.The strong wind hit first, and the bangs on her forehead fluttered gently, revealing the smooth forehead below.Suddenly, the tennis ball made a big turn and flew directly towards Yingyi.

The strong wind that arrived first whizzed past, causing Sakura's hair under the brim to flutter violently, and even the sleeves and collars began to undulate in small waves, making a rustling sound.

Almost at the same time, Okawa appeared behind Yingyi, his pupils opened at this moment, and the thin purple lines below looked a little cold and angry.Aiming at the tennis ball whistling past her ear, holding the racket with both hands, letting her sleeves rattle, she hit back with a snap.

Called back? ! ! ! !

Dashi's eyes widened, and Okawa hit back! ! !

(End of this chapter)