Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 936

A male voice came from the radio, solemn and solemn.

There was a rustling sound in the auditorium, and they stepped back again and again, discussing with the strangers around them.

This is the second time.

Tezuka's eyelids closed slightly, and the white light on the lens covered all the worries in his eyes. The sleeve of Sakuraichi's left wrist was already soaked with blood, and the deep red color made him feel inexplicably dazzling.

In the next game, I must not be able to use my left hand, otherwise...

Tezuka raised his hand and gently held his left elbow, his eyes were dim. Her injury was more serious than his own.

boom!
With a dull bang, the steel net was lifted.

The referee sat down on the high chairs in the four directions, and the photographers who captured the ball track were also in their positions. All the conversations gradually died down, the clouds were surging, and the solemn atmosphere was spreading.

"That hand of yours is injured." Chengyuan Temple raised the corner of his mouth, playing with the racket in his right hand, his eyes were full of jokes: "Can you still pick up the racket?"

Sakura's eyes sank slightly: "You don't need to worry about it."

"Tch, this tone," snorted coldly, squeezed the tennis ball, "As expected of Caesar." After a pause, he continued, "I will use the means for the purpose, so I will not let go of your hand."

"For you, the right hand is enough." Yingyi said indifferently, then turned the racket to the right hand.

Seeing her right hand holding the racket, Chengyuan Temple suddenly felt a burst of anger, burning hotly, as if bubbling up from her bones, the fury made her gasp between her teeth: "Edo Chuan, overconfident, but conceited."

Sakura looked at her, her deep eyes did not make any waves: "An opponent who is not on the same level cannot be said to be conceited."

"Tch, you just hang on." Clenching the tennis ball tightly, Chengyuan Temple turned his eyes and landed on Yingyi's injured left hand.

She is not a bad person, but she is definitely not a good person. Off the court, she can chat with Qingxue, but on the court, sorry, it is only about winning or losing!
"Beep—"

The referee blew his whistle and raised his hand to signal his attention: "Seigaku VS Tachikai University, Singles1, Edogawa VS Jogenji, start now."

hum-

As soon as the words fell, the air suddenly sank, and the chilling atmosphere became more and more solid, as if it would turn into liquid in the next second.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
The sound of slapping a tennis ball was crisp and clear, but it hit everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Snapped!
Chengyuan Temple grabbed the bouncing ball and tossed it upwards. Suddenly, a wave of fiery air surged in. Three airflows visible to the naked eye swirled counterclockwise towards the tennis ball in her hand, forming an intertwined cyclone!
The fluctuations of Qi faintly emanating from it made people feel trembling.

"Edogawa, I'll send you a trick—" Chengyuan Temple's eyes sank, and he swung his clap with a loud snap: "Baqi Bian!!!"

boom---

There was a muffled sound, and the fiery cyclone wrapped around the tennis ball exploded suddenly at this moment.

While the flames were flying all over the sky, a very small yellow-green tennis ball suddenly rushed out of it, broke through the cyclone and let out a sharp hiss, and shot towards Sakura like lightning.

The condensed flames that flew randomly also stirred up the calm air and suddenly became irritable, and the resulting cyclones shot up from it, quickly catching up with the tennis ball.

(End of this chapter)