Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 4 Unrivaled Skills

Of course, the change of Budu's temperament on the field cannot be hidden from Zong Yan's eyes.

He is also very aware of Fuji's talents.

I used to like this character very much when I read the comics. Now that I live in the world of the Internet King, I can talk to him cordially, and I can feel his charm and gentleness.

He has unparalleled talent, but such talent has been suppressed by him due to various reasons.

In other words, Seigaku's stage and Tezuka's strength trapped him, making him always regard Tezuka as a signpost for progress.

Although Tezuka is indeed very powerful, but because of Tezuka's injury and Aigaku's speechless main election system, Fuji was only recognized by most people in the third grade.

You must know that he was known as a genius when he was in elementary school.

Genius is not second Zhouzhu!

The title of a genius lasted for three years.

This was not a happy thing for him.

A true genius should take off this label as quickly as possible and become a truly strong person.

Genius is not a strong person, but a title given after being recognized by a strong person.

Only the strong will be remembered.

Genius can only make people expect or regret.

"Take a look at my tennis, Budu!"

"The world is actually very big, and you shouldn't be dormant here like in the comics."

What Zong Yan was thinking in his heart, Buer was not very clear, but he could feel the kindness that Zong Yan conveyed to him.

But the extremely dignified and powerful aura coming from the other side made him really serious.

"Is this the belief you want to convey to me? Zongyan-kun, I feel it."

Munuhiko Saeki's serve just now seemed basic, just a simple throw of the ball and a swing of the racket. However, the skills and sweat involved were countless.

Without years of accumulation and training, and without a strong foundation, it would be impossible to serve like this. I don't know this very well.

This is also one of the few serving techniques that are difficult for ordinary people in tennis in the normal world that is not fantasy.

Volley high pressure ball!
Although there are various skills in the world of tennis kings, not everyone can learn this technology.

Moreover, it is still as simple as Saeki Zonghiko, and the angle is tricky, I am afraid that few people can do it.

"Zong Yan's strength has grown again!"

Saeki Torajiro, who was sitting in the referee's position, could see it very clearly, and at the same time felt a huge pressure in his heart.

He was very aware of the efforts of his cousin. What was even more frightening was that he worked so hard even though he had a strong talent.

"Zongyan-kun, great serve!"

Fuji took a deep look at Munuhiko, and after saying that, he walked to the receiving position again, sank to his knees and stared closely at Munuhiko Saeki's movements.

Munehiko Saeki smiled, but did not answer, nor was he very excited. He had practiced this kind of serve countless times.

Whether it is a normal racket or a special racket filled with lead, he can now play the same effect.

"Snapped"

"Snapped"

Munehiko Saeki continued to play tennis.

Fuji's attention at this time has been completely attracted to him.

boom!
There was another explosion, the same action again, precise ball control, the tennis ball was even a few minutes faster than the previous ball, pressing firmly on the mark of the previous ball.

But this time Fuji didn't get what he wanted.

"Oh!"

A crisp sound of hitting the ball.

Fuji Shusuke fought back. Excellent dynamic vision and good physical fitness allowed him to keep up with Munuhiko's ball speed.

however.

The tennis ball has just passed the net, before he starts his body for the second time.

Saeki Sohiko's figure had already appeared in front of the net, and he blocked the counterattack directly in the air.

With one stroke, the tennis ball quickly landed in the blind corner of the baseline on the other side.

"30-0."

At this moment, not only Fuji felt the pressure, but Torajiro's voice also trembled a little.

The game continues.

Bang!
Another great serve, but this time Munehiko Saeki added some spin to the tennis ball.

Fuji Shusuke felt it the moment he caught the ball, but spin was a good thing for him.

Just as he was about to fight back, he glanced at Saeki Sohiko's position, and found that he was standing firmly on the bottom line this time.

"Don't have access to the Internet?"

"Did you see his upcoming counterattack?"

At this time, Fuji was still immature. He hesitated slightly and missed the best opportunity to counterattack. Wei Wei made a move, killed the slightest spin, and then gently hit the ball in front of the net.

I want to steal the ball!
"No two, your thinking is too simple!"

"Tread...tread..."

Saeki Munehiko ran quickly, came to the net in the blink of an eye, and hit the ball with another backhand.

"boom!"

Return and score!
"30-0."

……

"Oh!"

Score the ball!
"40-0."

……

"game, Munehiko Saeki, 1:0"

End of game.

Munehiko Saeki immediately kept serve, and their exciting battle began to attract other people in the hall to stop in twos and threes.

The rustling noise came to my ears, and the smile on Fuji's face was gone.

He felt the huge pressure, felt the blood rushing in his body, and only then realized that he was a little excited without knowing it.

This feeling……

All the previous game scenes flashed in his mind, no one could give him such a huge sense of suffocation, Bu Er's blue eyes became sharper.

"Zong Yanjun, let's fight with all our heart!"

Standing across the court, Fuji issued his own declaration.

"No problem at all!"

Nodding his head, Zong Yan replied with a smile. After being stimulated by his few shots, he could feel the fighting spirit ignited in Fujisuke.

Fuji stood in the backcourt, tapping the yellow ball in his hand with his racket.

pop... pop... pop...

The rhythm of shooting the ball is clear and crisp.

Bang!
Clenching his palms, his sharp eyes shot straight at Saeki Zonghiko who was opposite.

Instead of throwing the ball high, Fuji held the tennis ball in front of him with three fingers of his left hand, then gently twisted it to let it spin and fall naturally.

"boom!"

The racket in the right hand made a cut from bottom to top, and a curved yellow light flew towards Saeki Sohiko's field.

"This ball will disappear!"

There was a trace of determination in Bu Er's blue eyes, and his cold voice echoed on the court.

shhhhhhhhh...

The tennis ball scratched a scratch on the ground, then bounced up, then quickly swayed up and down, left and right, and rose up.

Munuhiko Saeki swung fiercely, but there was no feeling of hitting the ball.

Seeing the yellow tennis ball rolling to his feet, Zong Yan snorted softly.

"Cut serve? Not bad, no two."

"Ace, Fuji Shusuke, 15-0"

But unfortunately, he has already seen through the trick of this ball.

"Go ahead, Zong Yan-jun!"

"boom!"

Chela again, the tennis ball was still swaying and rising as fast as the previous ball.

"Tennis isn't going away, Budu!"

Saeki Sohiko's arm swung quickly with his left hand first, then turned around again, switched the racket to his right hand, and confidently counterattacked the back right of the last position where the tennis ball appeared.

Imitating the counterattack action of Shiraishi and Fuji during the national competition.

boom!
There was a crisp sound, and in the center of the racket was the yellow tennis ball that seemed to have disappeared for a moment.

call out!
Bu Er only felt the red-yellow light of the tennis ball being hit, and when he saw it again, the tennis ball had bounced and landed behind him.

A fine bead of sweat appeared unconsciously on his forehead, and there was a hint of shock in his eyes looking at Saeki Sohiko.

"It's just one goal and you can see through it. Such a sense of oppression..."

Even though Fuji had already predicted it, Saeki Munuhiko's strength still made him unbelievable.

The tennis technique, which has always been invincible, encountered a huge blow at this moment.

(End of this chapter)