Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 66 The melted racket surface
Boom!
Zong Yan roared!

He temporarily raised his racket and held it in front of his face. Reiji Kamijo's tennis ball sank deeply into Munehiko's racket, creating a deep dent.

But he was still blocked by Zong Yan. Although he was hasty, he still hit him back, but the strong energy still hit the side of Zong Yan's face, which made him feel a little pain.

"Lingzhi..."

On the coach's bench, Huamura Aoi, whose expression didn't change much even after consecutive losses, made a gaffe on the court for the first time.

Because this is forbidden by her, it is designed to attack the human body, and it is easy to make people afraid of tennis, killer tennis!
However, if Zong Yan knew what she was thinking, he would probably chuckle. Compared to the tennis he is about to play, what kind of killer tennis is this?
"Tch, isn't it not bad?"

Just when the scene was silent, Saeki Sohiko's cold and plain words slowly sounded.

No one thought that in that situation, he didn't dodge subconsciously, but responded positively to Lingzhi's ball.

"What kind of man is this?"

Kajimoto Takahisa also looked a little astonished, and the fingers on his chest twitched involuntarily.

"He didn't dodge..."

When Reiji Kamishiro saw Zongyan's unshakable figure, his pupils were also shocked.

The other party's reaction just now made his heart waver a little at that moment, and then was suppressed by cold reason.

"If it doesn't work once, then do it a few more times, and I won't believe you won't hide!"

Bang!
In Zong Yan's serve, an extremely simple serve fell directly at the feet of Reiji Kamishiro. It was Zong Yan who took the initiative to let him play the tennis ball just now.

The latter gritted his teeth, crossed his arms in front of him for a moment, and a somewhat eerie blue light appeared on his body again.

"Deep power!"

boom!
The tennis ball kept tearing and vibrating the air, drawing a violently trembling yellow light directly above the middle net.

The extremely fierce wind caused the net to swing violently.

Sure enough, the speed is faster.

This kind of double-accelerated tennis doesn't take too much time for people to react.

However, the tennis ball with its strong harmful aura and the deep malice made the darkness lingering in Zong Yan's heart even hotter.

Being stimulated, An also wanted to vent.

On the court, the wind swept through.

"I really thought you were the only one who knew how to play violent tennis. What can you do with a movement that can only be regarded as a small blade?"

"Ah!"

"Kamijo Reiji, please don't hate tennis from now on!"

"After all, if you come and don't reciprocate, it's also..."

While speaking, a thick darkness instantly swept across the entire stadium.

In the darkness, only two flames could be seen beating in Zongyan's eyes, releasing everlasting brilliance.

Yingyan continued to spread, and finally fell into Zong Yan's heart. The gloom entrenched on his body became deeper and deeper, and the dark lines at the corners of his eyes became heavier and heavier...

Whoa!

He reached forward with his left hand, bursts of dark flames burst out from his palm, and raised his right arm towards his chest, the entire racket was shrouded in a layer of gloomy light wrapped in flames.

There was no emotion in his eyes at this moment, and a fiery desire to destroy flashed across his eyes.

boom!
The tennis ball flying over began to tremble continuously under the shroud of darkness, like a dark ball of light, as if it was burning.

"This is……!!"

On the sidelines, Aoi Huamura saw her heart beating wildly for some reason. In fact, it wasn't just her. Everyone felt an extremely dangerous aura coming from Saeki Sohiko.

The next moment!
There was a bang.

"Falling!"

boom!
There was a muffled sound, and the black light on the racket was like ink, covering the tennis ball.

Zong Yan's dark ball falling light bloomed from his hands again.

call out!
A dark shadow quickly swept from Zonghiko's half to Kamishiro Reiji's half, and the sound of tennis passing through the air sounded again!
After the tennis ball flew over the middle net, eight shadows of the ball immediately appeared in Kamijou Reiji's half-court area. I don't know if it was revenge, and several of them flew directly towards Kamijou Reiji's face.

Reiji Kamishiro's eyes were extremely shocked, and his body reacted subconsciously to avoid it.

"Oops!"

But Zong Yan's huge mental pressure had already weighed on his shoulders, making it extremely difficult for him to move, so he had no choice but to passively swing his racket towards the nearest tennis ball.

As Reiji Kamijou's movement just rose, the tennis ball that was hit back by Zong Yan gathered together from eight paths again and became one.

However, at this time, everyone on the court, including the surrounding spectators, felt a thrilling sense of danger from the flying tennis ball.

Whizzing!

buzz~
The billowing air waves and the black-lighted tennis ball finally grew bigger and bigger until it formed a basketball-sized tennis ball in everyone's sight.

At that moment, it was like a black sun falling from the sky and finally hitting Reiji Kamijo's racket.

boom!
"what!!!"

Gravel splashes.

Kamijou Reiji let out a shrill scream, and his whole body was thrown out.

And the racket in his hand was completely destroyed at this moment, the surface of the racket seemed to be melted, leaving only the bare frame of the racket, and the tennis ball directly penetrated the racket and fell at his feet.

A pothole the size of a basketball appeared on the ground of the court. It was not until the smoke and dust cleared that the tennis ball was still spinning in the pothole...

"This ball..."

At this moment, the eyes of everyone watching the game flickered. The aura emerging from the ball Zong Yan hit, and even the terrifying aura conveyed, were far beyond their imagination.

It's not a one-dimensional tennis game at all.

At this time, everyone knew why Zong Yan would say such a small blade, and why don't you hate tennis.

What kind of murderous tennis was played by Reiji Kamishiro, what he played by Saeki Sohiko was the real murderous tennis!
"stop!"

"stop!"

"Lingzhi, don't fight anymore!"

Huacun Aoi, including Chengcheng Shonan's main election, all rushed forward, forcibly preventing the continuation of the game.

Saeki Zonghiko's goal just now made them deeply realize that the opponent's strength is not as kind as he showed.

But a very dangerous guy.

If you are not careful, you may be in danger of death.

"Lingji, are you alright?"

Takahisa Kajimoto helped Reiji Kamijou who had fallen down, and everyone surrounded him, asking worriedly.

Reiji Kamishiro's expression was a little dazed, his brows twitched uncontrollably, his eyes stared blankly at the empty racket in his hand, and a big hole the size of a basketball in front of him.

His arm muscles had begun to turn red, which was the sign of a muscle sprain.

The destructive power of Zong Yan's dark shot is not as great as Byodoin's light ball. Byodoin's light shot destroys all the power.

So it looks imposing and terrifying.

However, there are many manifestations of power, one is outward, and the other is restrained and twisted.

"Saeki-kun!"

Huacunkui looked a little unhappy, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted directly by Zong Yan.

"Coach Huacun, I've already kept my hand!"

As if knowing that the game could no longer continue, Zong Yan packed up his things, picked up his tennis bag and prepared to leave.

"Coach Huacun, my invitation is still valid, if possible, please contact me!"

After speaking, Zong Yan handed his number to Huacun Aoi, and then left Chengcheng Shonan with a tennis bag on his back.

Huacunkui, on the other hand, looked at the number in her hand, lost in thought with Zong Yan's back.

In the end, for some unknown reason, she ordered the team members to take care of Reiji Kamishiro, while she chased after Monghiko herself.

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　I worked overtime yesterday until 09:30 in the evening, and it was already late when I got home. I worked an extra day today, and I probably won’t work overtime on Saturday. Then I can write more for everyone~~ I’m not like many full-time writers. After all, it is life, but I must try my best to write. No matter how busy I am, I can still do at least two chapters a day~~ Thank you for your support. I saw many friends gave me monthly tickets and rewards. I haven’t had time to thank them. Make it up when you make it up

　　
　
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