Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 97 The dangers of tennis (nine updates)

"call……"

Tatum felt his breathing stagnant, and Zongyan felt the terrifying mental oppression just now.

In that extremely dark world, and the purple-black fireworks that looked like explosions, he felt as if he was facing the former Medanore.

"This sense of oppression, even those U-14 perverts in the club are nothing more than that!"

Biting his back molars hard, Tatum felt a little weird. He just saw the newcomer coming here and wanted to fulfill the caress of his senior.

Unexpectedly, the Asian guy opposite me was a bit too strong.

However, he is an old man in the club after all. He has seen many geniuses and instantly thought of a way to deal with it.

I saw him looking at Munehiko Saeki cautiously, stepping forward with his legs spread wide, his body sinking slightly, his hands in front of him, holding the racket tightly in his hands.

"You need to pay attention, the other side is not a docile sheep, but a ferocious beast!"

Having been around the club for so long, he is neither a fool nor a weakling.

At this time, if he still had the idea that Asians were not good, then he would have died countless times.

"Heh... For these Europeans and Americans, it really depends on your strength to speak hard!"

Looking at Tatum, who instantly changed his attitude and took a defensive posture as if facing a formidable enemy, the dark lines on Zongyan's lowered eyelids became darker, and sarcasm flashed in his brown eyes.

Big fists are the last word. This concept makes sense everywhere.

This is even more vividly demonstrated here in Europe.

However, it would be a big mistake to think that you can catch it this way.

boom!
"Tatum, take the move!"

Purple-black flames appeared on the court again, and the world of fear of darkness was still so stunning.

"So fast!"

Tatum's eyes were focused. If the first ball could be said to be due to carelessness, he didn't see the tennis ball clearly at all, and only felt the suppression of the spirit.

And now...

Even if he concentrated, he still needed to get used to it. Under the firelight, he could only see the afterimage of a tennis ball.

boom!
As if on purpose, the tennis ball passed directly under his crotch, leaving a clear mark on the ground.

"Hoho...very good!"

Anger appeared in Tatum's eyes, and he knew that this was Zongyan's slap in the face for his previous provocation and contempt.

"30-0!"

Zong Yan didn't take it seriously, just smiled coldly, and then ruthlessly announced the score.

It's not in his character not to fight back when he's bullied.

Only more violent revenge and destruction will fit the growth of the dark path.

"Hehe...Tatum, let's continue. This time, it's on the right!"

Zong Yan's voice was not loud, just enough for Tatum on the opposite side to hear him.

This kind of fear and panic that even if you tell the opponent the path of the ball, you can't hit it back, it is Yami's best nourishment.

Zongyan, who has completely entered the path of darkness, enjoys the feeling of this competition very much.

In the past, because we were in Neon, a country in name only, and we were all junior high school students, we couldn't do too much.

At this moment, he has no scruples.

Bang!
The crisp sound resounded, and the darkness reappeared.

"found it!"

Andrew snorted heavily this time, his eyes flashed, and his mental power burst out, resisting Zongyan's silent mental oppression.

He only felt his shoulders loosen, and the tennis ball that seemed to be very fast was instantly caught by him, and his arms swelled as if they were inflated.

A thick explosive breath appeared above his racket.

Then, he took a step forward and appeared directly in front of where the tennis ball landed.

"Meteor Meteor!"

boom!
Like a meteor hitting the ground, the huge force directly scattered Zong Yan's mental power and irregular rotation attached to the tennis ball.

And he exerted a greater force to fight back.

During the whistling, the tennis ball was like a meteorite falling from the sky, hitting Zongyan's direction.

And it went straight towards Zong Yan's feet.

Chi Guoguo's revenge!

"It's actually a pure strength move that almost touches the force and breaks through the national limit barrier."

"Stronger than Ishida Yin's current wave ball!"

The light in Zong Yan's eyes flickered, and Tatum's five-dimensional data kept changing in his mind.

The power of this ball, this pure power, if placed in Neon, would definitely be at the extreme level of the national level, and its power alone should soon reach the top of the country.

However, Tatum is certainly not a junior high school student, so his ability to do so is not a matter of talent.

It's the result of years of training.

"Although I have an introduction to my current strength breakthrough, I haven't found a suitable opportunity. Do you want to give it a try now?"

A thought flashed in Zong Yan's mind, and he was eager to try.

In the group of Sitianbao Temple, he got the introduction of power breakthrough from Ishida Yin.

Unfortunately, until now, no way has been found to utilize this introduction.

Now that I have just arrived in Spain, the first opponent I encounter happens to be a powerful player. This is an opportunity.

Indecisiveness leads to disaster.

Zong Yan is a very decisive person and made a decision immediately.

The strength of the national limit may indeed help him use the introduction of strength to improve.

"Hiss... Then let's try it head-on!"

Zong Yan took a deep breath, the muscles in his right arm swelled, and he looked at the tennis ball coming directly towards his body without flinching.

Stepping on the spot with one foot, the other foot slides behind and pushes hard.

"Spiritual Flame, ignite the introduction of power!"

"what!"

The racket hit the tennis ball hard.

The moment the racket in his hand came into contact with the tennis ball, a terrifying pressure of force came from his wrist.

The racket in Zong Yan's hand creaked under the weight of this very heavy tennis ball.

However, the physique honed over the years played a stabilizing role at this moment, Zong Yan just slid half a step back, and Zong Yan stabilized the racket.

At the same time, with the help of the sweet spot technology of the best hitting point, Zong Yan kept shaking the racket in his hand to relieve the force.

As the racket continued to shake, the power of the meteorites gradually weakened, and traces of purple-black fire appeared on the racket again.

The originally powerful tennis ball was constantly eroded by the fire, and finally took the initiative again.

"Drink!"

With a soft drink, Saeki Munehiko suddenly pulled out his hand.

Bang!
The power contained in the tennis ball was completely replaced, flying towards Tatum's opposite corner with a huge shadow.

"Asian boy, I admit that I underestimated you! But..."

A figure appeared in front of the net at some point, Tatum's eyes turned hard, and the racket in his hand was once again slammed into the tennis ball.

boom!
The huge ball shadow flew towards Zongyan again.

"It's still too far behind."

Zong Yan smiled slightly in his heart. He is indeed not as good as strength, but now he has also lit the introduction and found an opportunity to break through.

He would not give up such an opportunity casually.

boom!
The tennis ball was knocked back by him again.

After two consecutive moves failed to work, the white man Tatum flashed a trace of anger in his eyes and roared in a low voice.

swoosh~
With a yellow light in his hand, the tennis ball hit Zong Yan's knee directly.

Zong Yan's eyes shrank, and he saw that the ball had a lot of power and penetrating power. If it hit the knee joint directly, it would cause a lot of damage.

"Hmph, is this the danger of world tennis?"

There was a strong disdain on Zong Yan's face, but the other party's actions completely angered him, and the fierceness in his eyes was unprecedented.

Although the ball precisely pressed his right foot that was just about to be lifted, and there was a hidden murderous intent on the tennis ball, but...

"Come and don't reciprocate to be rude, you also take my trick!"

Zong Yan's icy voice instantly resounded through the stadium.

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ps: "Ask for a monthly pass!"

(End of this chapter)