Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 34 Weaknesses and blind spots, the embryonic form of evolution

(Chapter 3 delivered~ I finally took a day off, it seems that I won’t be able to go out after rest o(╯□╰)o)

"Good come!"

"The Department of Traces!"

"Watch me deal with you head-on!"

呲味味~~~
The yellow-white soles continued to rub against the ground, making sounds.

Watching Atobe's smash, Zong Yan's expression did not change at all, and he still calculated the landing point of the tennis ball very stably.

When Atobe is about to score.

For Zong Yan's precise pursuit of the landing point, his pace was slightly accelerated, and then he pulled sideways to pull the tennis ball back.

After the withdrawal, Zong Yan didn't stop, but continued to rush towards the net with fiery eyes.

That forward momentum.

It has been shown from time to time in previous games, and Atobe is not surprised.

However, Atobe, who was supposed to rush towards the net, stopped at this moment.

"Hahahaha, finally... caught by me!"

Atobe, who was supporting his knees, suddenly laughed, and then stood up straight, his eyebrows and eyes narrowed.

Those eyes, as calm as a pool of water, stared at the tennis ball that Zongyan hit back.

In the calm and indifferent without any change.

He paused and stepped sideways.

Lead the shot, swing.

Bang!
With a crisp sound, the speeding tennis ball was caught by Atobe by dragging the racket to relieve the force, and was cut downward by Atobe, adding a layer of spin to fight back.

"Saeki, you are the one who promotes my progress. Let me show you my new skills!"

Atobe was very wanton at the moment.

"Atobe, I'm just watching..."

Ta~ta~tap~
Zong Yan didn't pay attention to Atobe's arrogant words, and the footsteps didn't panic at all.

Zong Yan took another three or two steps and ran directly towards the spot where the tennis ball landed.

But at this time, watching Zonghiko who was playing tennis with the pursuer, Atobe's mouth showed a strange smile instead.

Bah!
Bang!
The figures of the two kept interlacing, scoring each other, and the situation on the field became more and more intense.

Atobe is still very afraid of Zong Yan's shocking volley last time.

Therefore, he mostly entangled with Saeki Zonghiko on the bottom line.

Zong Yan frowned slightly when he returned the backhand baseline shot from Atobe again.

He noticed something was wrong, and Atobu, who had been in a state of constant confrontation and crazy attack, suddenly became quiet.

Changed from the previous attacking method before the net, and changed to a low-altitude long ball passing the bottom line, pulling back and forth with Zong Yan, seemingly preparing for something.

Zongyan thought for a while, but he didn't know yet what Atobe was doing, so he was going to wait and see.

Bah!
Another bottom line long ball.

"Um?!!"

Just when Zongyan was about to start, his right knee suddenly felt sore and swollen, causing him to stagnate.

Zong Yan was slightly startled, but quickly calmed down and suppressed the incongruous feeling.

But in just such a moment, Atobe scored directly.

"30-0."

"That was just now!?"

Zong Yan took back the footsteps he had just stepped out. This sudden incongruity made it too late for him to save the ball.

Moreover, this is also the only goal in this game that exceeded his calculation.

Zongyan's eyes narrowed and he stared at Atobe's solemn face quietly, as if he wanted to see through the mystery of the ball just now.

After taking a deep look at Atobe, Zong Yan returned to the serving line.

Because he has been exercising scientifically since he was a child, his control over his body is far beyond that of ordinary people.

In his opinion, the moment when his knee suddenly appeared wrong was definitely not accidental.

"I guess it's because of Atobe."

"What could it be?"

"Has he already started to evolve in advance?"

Saeki Munuhiko's eyes wandered, scanning Atobe's every move carefully.

boom!
It was another low-altitude ball, and then the two fell into the bottom line.

One ball, two balls...after ten balls...

"here we go again."

Zong Yan frowned, once again feeling something wrong with his knee, he seemed to be frozen, watching the tennis ball slip away from the front of the racket.

A few seconds later, everything recovered, Zong Yan stood up straight, with no smile on his face, and took another deep look at Atobe.

"It seems right, it's Atobe's method."

The corner of Atobe's mouth curled into a smile: "Saeki, it seems that you have already found out?"

Of course, Zongyan is very clear about Atobu's strength and ability.

But many of those skills are only born in the third grade, or even the U17 stage. Today's Atobe is only in the first grade.

At this age, although his strength is not weak, he can be regarded as a top player in the Kanto class.

But for Zong Yan, who has completely entered the national field and continues to move forward, it is nothing.

But it was Atobe, who he didn't particularly care about, that made him lose two goals in a row.

"And unknowingly fell into the rhythm of Atobe." Zong Yan admired Atobe's court wisdom.

"It seems that these geniuses really can't be careless!"

……

Bang, another very beautiful short ball, Zongyan caught it effortlessly.

But Atobe, who had been prepared for it, had already appeared in front of the tennis ball. His body was motionless and his right hand was stretched out.

Quote!swing!All in one go!
boom!
The tennis ball flew out at extremely high speed with an unusual muffled sound.

The moment he saw the tennis ball flying towards him, Zong Yan, who had been staring at Atobe's movements, was taken aback.

"What is this!?"

Seeing Zongyan's shocked look, Atobe laughed wantonly: "Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

Atobe laughed louder, more presumptuously, crazier, even his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Hahahaha...it's done...my uncle is finally...finally...finished!"

"Zeber! Your weaknesses and blind spots can't be hidden in these eyes of my uncle! Are you prepared to lose the battle?"

"Weaknesses and blind spots can't be hidden..." Zong Yan was sure, it seemed that Atobe had really evolved.

His pair of super insightful eyes that will be equivalent to 'X-ray' in the future have now been developed by him and have achieved initial results.

And, that's not all. At this time, Atobe's eyesight has evolved to a point where he can't simply see weaknesses: "Look at your blind spot, Saeki!"

An icicle exuding a biting chill penetrated from Atobe's half to Souhiko's half.

The chill instantly slowed his movements, and the icicle penetrated into Zong Yan's half court, falling into a place that he absolutely couldn't reach with his current strength.

Although the chill was condensed, his body seemed to be fixed, and he couldn't move a step at all.

"Snapped!"

Crystal clear ice flakes splashed everywhere, glowing brightly under the sunlight.

Da da da……

It wasn't until the tennis ball slowly rolled down to his feet that Zong Yan realized that he couldn't react at all to the opponent's counterattack.

"Is this my blind spot?"

Zongyan did not panic, but closed his eyes to feel the strange feeling just now, and experienced another wonderful use of Atobe's mental power.

"What a wonderful use of mental power!"

Looking at Atobe's wanton smile, Zongyan said lightly.

"Different people have different ways of using spiritual power, but in general, spiritual power can be said to be one's will, one's character, strong determination, and belief in victory. These are difficult to describe concretely, but they really exist. The unification of things."

Seeing that Atobe gradually put away his smile and listened carefully to Zong Yan's words, but didn't understand clearly, Zong Yan continued:
"Mental strength is the key to whether a person can enter the national field."

"And now, you already have this key, Atobe!"

(End of this chapter)