Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 115 You Can't Even Last Ten Minutes
Minson Tennis Park.

Venue No. [-] was buzzing with noise.

The golden sun shines on the dew.

The two people running on the court were reflected in a particularly shining light.

Kitagawa Sora's running speed is faster than Atobe's.

Wait until the tennis ball from Atobe's counterattack arrives.

He has already crossed the midfield line.

next moment.

Beichuan Kong's eyebrows narrowed.

Those eyes, as calm as a pool of water, stared at the tennis ball.

In the calm and indifferent without any change.

He paused and stepped sideways.

Lead the shot, swing.

Bang!
With a crisp sound, the tennis ball, which was unloaded by dragging the racket, was cut downwards by Kitagawa Sora, adding an extra layer of spin.

Bring up a crescent arc.

It flew straight to the left half of the court, close to the near corner sideline of the net.

"Crush me head-on?"

"Atobe, you're still far away!"

The provocative response words came from Kitagawa Sora's mouth, but they seemed so ordinary.

Ta~ta~ta~~~
There was no trace of panic in the footsteps.

Kitagawa Sora took another three or two steps and came directly to the net.

And this time.

Under the mobilization of Beichuan Kong.

Atobe, who had no choice but to run to the near corner, broke out into a smile.

"How far am I?"

"Then how do you catch this ball?"

After passing over the net at low altitude, the tennis ball began to fall in an arc, which was a small diagonal cut from top to bottom.

boom!
Kinetic potential energy and spin are canceled out a lot in the tennis ball.

Under the fine control of Atobe.

He bounced off the tennis racket and jumped straight to the right half of the court.

Although the speed is not very fast, the angle is controlled very well.

It's almost a mirror image, a short ball that falls close to the net.

however.

next moment.

With the tennis ball slowly crossing the net.

The smile on Atobe's face has not yet fully bloomed.

A figure quietly appeared in mid-air against the backdrop of the blazing sun.

"Beichuan!"

"So fast!"

Atobe's pupils shrank instantly.

Kitagawa Sora, who had a subtle smile on his face, was rising into the air, looking at Aibe who was squatting down, and swung the racket in his right hand away without mercy.

Boom!
Under a heavy muffled sound like a mountain falling apart.

A golden stream of light flashed past Atobu's feet.

That terrifying ball speed made the spectators on the sidelines rub their eyes.

Before he could stabilize his figure, he forcibly stretched out his racket to make a save move, but he didn't touch the ball at all.

Wow~
Kitagawa Sora, who gave Atobe an aerial interception, fell to the ground.

Looking at Atobe in front of him, he smiled slightly and joked.

"Hey~"

"Just catch the ball like this~"

Those teasing words full of bad taste made Atobe finally unable to help but his expression darkened.

however.

Looking at Atobe who started to take a deep breath, Kitagawa Sora had no intention of just letting him go.

Now that I'm ready to train my special little friend.

Then the arrogant and confident guy in front of him would have to suffer a really heavy blow.

Otherwise, there is no evolution.

You are not seen.

Kitagawa Sora spent so much effort on Fuji.

From the skills, from the body, from the mind, and even to the concept of tennis path.

After going back and forth for so long, it was only with the help of today's national-level strength that allowed the genius to embark on the road of the strong.

And for the trace part.

From Kitagawa Sora's point of view, strong medicine is needed.

It's best to let this guy lose so hard that he doubts his life, so that he can be reborn from the ashes and return to the Frozen Throne.

next moment.

The smile is restrained.

His expression suddenly turned into indifferent Sora Kitagawa.

said coldly.

"Atobe, to be honest, I am very disappointed with your current strength."

"You are really too weak."

brush!
Atobe's gaze suddenly froze as he looked at Kitagawa Sora.

As the two looked at each other, there seemed to be sparks of electric light flickering.

"If you still can't take that step and are always blocked by that door."

"In this competition, you can't even last 10 minutes in my hands."

In fact.

Kitagawa Sora was serious about these words.

Even, the so-called 'two 10 minutes', what he said was still in the hands of the 'Beichuan Kong' in his normal state.

If you go all out directly.

That scene, tsk tsk tsk.
That's it in one sentence.

——I don’t even know how strong I was at that time.

And this time.

Atobe finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Two 10 minutes?"

"Ah!"

"Ha!" "Ha~ha~ha~ha~~~"

"Two 10 minutes!"

After laughing wildly.

bass!
A cold light flashed in Atobu's eyes.

An inexplicable momentum suddenly condensed from his body.

"Very good, Beichuan!"

"It's been a long time since anyone dared to look down on me like this."

At this moment.

Standing across the net, the two people were looking at each other. The fighting momentum, the soul-stirring coldness, and the intertwining cold ice flames began to spread directly to the entire audience.

Let everyone watching this scene.

They all began to swallow uncontrollably.

At this time.

Kikumaru, who has always been lively and optimistic, looked at Atobe and Kitagawa Sora, and after shuddering, he couldn't help but speak.

"Sigh~~~"

"Scary meow~~~"

"By the way, the two of them won't fight, right?"

Immediately, without waiting for everyone to answer, Kikumaru looked at Gan Sadaharu.

"By the way, A Gan, I remember that I saw it at your place. There should be people practicing swordsmanship in Beichuan, right?"

"If that's the case, then there's no problem. You should be able to beat that Abbot to the ground."

Kikumaru's somewhat off-the-cuff words made everyone feel as if a flock of crows were flying by.

Good guy.

There are also real-life fights coming out.

Oishi couldn't help looking at Kikumaru with a black line on his face.

"Eiji!"

"Even if there is a duel or something, it will definitely be with tennis balls. What are you thinking?"

immediately.

Everyone laughed when they looked at Kikumaru who was beginning to be washed by Oishi's "words of instruction".

On the field.

The two looked at each other without any flinching or avoiding.

Speechless.

Kitagawa Sora's gaze said everything.

——It’s not a question of whether you look down on me or not, it’s just that you are really good now!
This time.

Atobe was completely offended.

The monarch's dignity must not be insulted!

Da~da~da~
Come to the teeing position on the other side of the court.

Amid the sound of batting, Atobe's eyes, which began to exude a cold feeling, stared closely at Kitagawa Sora.

He was enraged.

Those proud eyes that can see through everything.

It’s time to start having insights!

brush!
Toss the ball and take off.

Bang!
With a bang.

A serve that was even more powerful than the previous one, carrying Atobe's anger, went straight to the right field.

Looking at Atobe in this state, Kitagawa Sora nodded secretly in his heart.

That's the way it should be!
brush!
next moment.

At a glance, Sora Kitagawa directly analyzed the trajectory and landing point of this serve.

A catapult started, directly locking the return position.

呲味~~~
boom!
The soles rub against the ground.

With the help of the side pull of the body, he pulled the tennis ball back with a sharp blow.

Target landing point.

Backcourt, baseline, corner.

A diagonal pass directly blocked Atobe's rhythm of going to the net again.

"hateful!"

The ball speed is very fast and the angle is very tricky.

From his current position, he had no time to intercept the ball, so he had to turn around at a 45-degree angle and run towards the corner of the field.

Bang!
Ajibe, who was extremely fast on his feet, rushed to the position, turned around and pulled back, hitting the tennis ball back.

and.

It's a straight shot.

In other words, aim for the empty corner of the right half.

Kitagawa Sora, who gave way to the other side, also started running.

This was Atobe's response.

He, Mr. Atobe, will not fall into Kitagawa Sora's trap, he can only run back and forth to save the ball.

"Beichuan!"

"Since you want to block my net, play left and right corner kicks."

"Then come with me and run!"

brush!
呲味~~~
immediately.

The soles of the two people's shoes began to rub against each other on the court.

The figure of the Mercedes-Benz shows a left and right mirror image.

Bang!
boom!
Bang!
boom!
One goal, another goal, another goal.

fight back!

Corner!

Transfer!

Benz!

In the gradually stunned expressions of everyone.

Two people on the court.

A super high-level fight began!

"is that a lie!"

"This level of sparring"

"We are still in junior high school, right?"

"This is the king of Hyokui and the master of Seigaku!!!"

"It's so scary!!!"

(End of this chapter)