Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 100 Attack
Next to the Barcelona Tennis Club is a large green park.

The park is very popular among outdoor tennis enthusiasts for its beautiful scenery and quiet environment.

The park is lined with tall trees and provides shade.

When the sun goes down, tall trees and clusters of bushes become a paradise for small animals.

At this time, under a big tree deep in the park, a group of figures wearing black clothes, hoods, and holding special tennis rackets stood quietly.

Their eyes were extremely indifferent as they stared at Zong Yan and the other three who had just walked out of the club.

The leader was leaning on the tree trunk, constantly throwing a ball that was twice the size of a regular tennis ball in his hand. He couldn't help but scream in surprise when he saw this scene.

"Hey, why is there an extra person?"

"Do you have any information about him?"

After speaking, the man looked to the side at another black figure.

"Boss, I checked just now, but I didn't find any information about this person. I'm afraid it's an unknown character. Don't worry about it..."

"Snapped!"

"Little characters?"

The leading man grabbed the ball in his hand, stood up straight, and used his arms to restrain the speaking man to his chest.

"Who is Medanore? When did he treat minor characters so well?"

"Yes, yes, boss, I'll check it right away!"

The black figure seemed to be very afraid of the leading man, and did not dare to refute his words.

And others around them were not surprised at all.

"Forget it, it's too late to check now..."

His voice slowed down a bit, the leading man seemed to have remembered something, and looked at the two figures in the crowd.

"Keith, Xiulin, you have already seen the underground tennis world. Didn't you say that you want to return to England to establish the Clark Organization and take revenge on those who expelled you?"

"Then tonight, that little guy is your nomination certificate, go and get rid of him!"

The leading man didn't care about Zong Yan, but he didn't want to let him go.

Hearing the chief's request, two tall figures stepped out from the darkness, one with long blonde British hair, and the other with an Asian face.

The two didn't hesitate about the leader's order: "Yes, leader."

"Well, Hebrew, you can take two more people to go with Keith and the others. As for the others, come with me to give us a small surprise for the strongest genius in Spain!"

……

As evening approaches, the last ray of sunlight between heaven and earth disappears.

The street lights in the park also started working.

"It's time to go home! I don't know if my mother has time to make dinner for me today."

Zong Yan slightly lifted the tennis bag on his shoulders, and couldn't help complaining.

This was his first time in a foreign country, and his father actually just sent him an address, which made him speechless.

Fortunately, the distance is not too far, and I visited the club today and saw the advanced training system and training methods in Spain.

Moreover, he made an agreement with Tokugawa and Medanore about the game.

He was still in a good mood.

I feel that this trip to Spain was not in vain, at least on the first day I gained a lot.

He not only got a new training schedule from the club, but also found a direction for the next training.

And in today's match with Tatum, he really developed the prototype of this move that he showed during the match at Tongbyoin.

The match with Byodo-in before leaving Neon was the most miserable match that Zong Yan had lost in so many years.

Except for the first two tentative points scored by serving and falling.

After the Court of Equality took it seriously, he was completely tortured.

His current physical fitness has not really reached the minimum threshold for unlimited use, so in one game, he can only hit seven or eight goals at most.

But even so, his backhand attack is still a bit immature and poses no threat to Byodoin at all, and he can easily counterattack.

Of course, Zong Yan is not without gains, after personally experiencing the bloodthirsty tyranny of Asura Shinto.

Zong Yan combined darkness, spirit, and kendo's slashing and sword drawing.

This is how the random flower burial took shape.

This gave him one more trick that he lacked.

Another thing that makes him happy is the club’s training process and standard volume.

It feels like it was tailor-made for him.

After all, in Neon, a country with an immature tennis training system, there are not even U-14s now.

It's just an inter-school competition, the pressure is too low.

The training is not up to standard at all, and the effect of perfect exercise cannot be achieved.With this training form, he can avoid many detours.

Zongyan was walking while imagining the next direction of training, and just as he was approaching the exit...

Whoosh!Whizzing……

Behind the bushes, several aggressive tennis balls struck Saeki Zonghiko with piercing screams.

"Who!"

Zongyan, who was very mentally alert, immediately sensed the crisis and quickly moved the tennis bag behind his back forward.

Quickly took out the racket, and with a few swings of his arm, he accurately blocked the tennis balls coming from all directions.

"Puff...boom..."

Behind Zong Yan, there was the sound of a tennis ball rushing through the greenery, followed by another muffled sound, and then the sound of the tennis ball rolling down to the ground.

"Oh, I thought it was a small role, but I didn't expect it to be a big fish. Boy, are you a member of the youth training team?"

It seemed that seeing Saeki Sohiko's performance and reaction were extraordinary, a cold voice came from the shadow.

Then, five figures emerged from the shadows.

Zong Yan looked around and found that the way he came and the way ahead were blocked. It was obvious that this group of people came with bad intentions.

Zong Yan didn't answer, and quickly took out two rackets from the ball bag, one in each hand, and was very vigilant about their next actions.

At the same time, his gaze quickly swept over the tennis ball that fell to the ground.

He just felt that the tennis ball that hit him was much larger and heavier than the regular tennis balls used in competitions.

There are still some gaps left by intertwining.

"Is this...real tennis?"

Zong Yan's sharp gaze was focused, and the memories in his mind flashed back quickly. He actually forgot that there was such a group among the Prince of Tennis.

He already had a guess in his mind as to the identity of the visitor.

At this moment, the street lights on both sides suddenly flickered on and off. Zongyan's mental senses were much stronger than others, and he immediately realized the danger.

Seeing Zong Yan, he didn't answer.

From the darkness, several more tennis balls flew out and hit him at extremely fast speeds.

"You bastard, how dare you attack me."

Zong Yan was furious. He didn't expect that the underground tennis forces circulating in Europe would actually find him.

He just arrived in Spain today.

Where exactly is the problem?

But this is not the time to think about these things. Even if the light is not right now, he can still see the flying tennis ball clearly.

Don't dare to hold back at all when dealing with them.

A circle of dim light appeared around Zong Yan, and there were also black fireworks flashing on the racket, which were almost invisible in the dark night.

Zong Yan didn't keep his hand at all, and directly hit the tennis ball back in the direction it came from with a dark shot.

"what!"

A scream came from the woods, and one of the people who had just attacked had been hit by Zongyan's secret ball.

"The feeling when I hit the ball just now, the tennis these people play is actually real tennis!"

The anger in Zong Yan's heart was getting higher and higher. These sneak attackers came here to destroy him.

Otherwise, why use something like real tennis that can kill people.

Real tennis is real tennis, also called court tennis.

Invented by an English king in the eighteenth century, it is the basis of modern tennis.

But because too many people were killed, people thought that real tennis was too dangerous, so it was not used often, and it was gradually transformed into what it is now.

The biggest feature of courtyard tennis is that the inside of the tennis ball is not rubber, but filled with stone or wood.

Hitting people can really kill people.

Therefore, it can be expected that the person who was just hit by real tennis's secret ball may have suffered serious internal injuries.

Zong Yan had no mercy for this.

He is influenced by darkness, and he is extremely irritable and full of destructive desires.

"Be careful, this... this guy's ball is very powerful."

The other sneak attack was obviously frightened by Zongyan's shot just now. He quickly ran to the injured person to check, and finally came to such a surprising conclusion.

There was some trembling in the voice, and some anger, they wanted to beat others, not be beaten by others.

……

Ask for a monthly ticket~
(End of this chapter)