Legendary Light of Prince of Tennis

Chapter 24 Sweep!

The girls around the court saw that Jing Zhiguang was going to single out the entire tennis club, and they all screamed!

“Ah!-my prince is so handsome, so domineering!”

“I really like it, it’s amazing!…”

…

Hearing the screams of the girls on the sidelines, the third graders couldn’t help but hate Jing Zhiguang even more.

Jing Zhiguang, who was on the side of the court, didn’t pay much attention to the screams. When he saw another big tall man walked out, he couldn’t help but sigh that he really should have grown taller. In fact, he is not short either. He is 11 years old and 155cm. The original Ryoma12 Only 151cm old! It’s just that the opponents he met were all seniors, so they were all higher than him.

But he didn’t care, and he didn’t even want to check the opposite data. He said that he didn’t feel a little bit of the opponent’s strength.

“Boy, look at your little arm, don’t get discounted by me next. Haha—” The opponent came up with a sneer.

Jing Zhiguang shrugged and said hurry up and serve! I will use my left hand to hit you and I don’t have to use my full strength, secretly saying in my heart.

“Huh!—” The defender snorted angrily, and finally clenched racquet, ready to serve.

After gently tossing the tennis ball, the opponent bowed his waist tightly, bent his legs and hit the tennis ball with force. “Bang!” Hearing a hit, the tennis ball swished out and hit the other side of Jing Zhiguang. Jing Zhiguang stood still and didn’t move. Seeing such a serve, the third grader on the sidelines couldn’t help but admire, “Yes, the goal is very high and the speed is very fast. That kid probably didn’t react! ”

“Yes, just like that, I still want to challenge us and let Zhongshou teach him a lesson…”

In their opinion, Jing Zhiguang was completely unable to react and stood still, but Minister Rukawa Jiro didn’t look at it that way. He didn’t believe it when he looked at Jing Zhiguang’s indifferent or even smiling face. The strength of this boy is that simple!

Just when they were expecting a direct serve to score, Jing Zhiguang moved, and his legs moved instantly, as if a phantom dangled. However, they arrived at the tennis ball’s drop point in one step. The tennis ball appeared there before it hit the ground, and then racquet lightly waved with his left hand.

Bang-Bang!

I only heard two ball sounds, the sound of hitting the ball and the sound of landing at the same time. It was indeed a direct score, but Jing Zhiguang returned the ball and scored directly. The opponent Mark did not react. He was stunned watching Jing Zhiguang motionless, on the sidelines. All of the tennis club members were stunned. They didn’t expect Jing Zhiguang to be so fast, and the speed of returning the ball was extraordinary.

“Okay, amazing…”

“It’s a fast ball, the third-year senior can’t react at all.”

The first-year and second-year players next to him began to talk about it. At the beginning, when Jing Zhiguang challenged the third-year senior, they didn’t dare to speak out and were not optimistic, but this ball directly changed their minds.

“Wow, so handsome, score directly…”

“Ah, the batting posture is so handsome!”

…

This is the call of the onlookers, and with the news of the match, more people come to watch the challenge this time.

“Eh, seniors over there, please hurry up and serve? I want to hit the rest of you!” Jing Zhiguang looked at the opponent who was completely unresponsive and couldn’t help but start urging.

“How, how is it possible?!” The disbelieving Nakamori said that this must be a coincidence, yes, it happens, how could a first-year student have such a strong strength.

Rukawa Jiro was a little happy to see this scene, and finally there is a decent person who can join the tennis club.

After the middle guard hypnotized himself once, he played the second serve again. The speed of the ball was a little faster than the last time, and the strength increased. However, Jing Zhiguang said that it was still a weak serve.

This level is estimated to be the level of the regional competition. At most, it is the bottom of the conference. It is too weak. How did Makinofuji defeat Tachibana Yoshihei and Chili Chitose Lion Music a year before the beginning of the plot in the original work, and even won the runner-up in the national competition. He expressed doubts and curiosity!

It is estimated that Chitose’s eyes were injured at that time, and his strength has dropped a lot!

If you don’t understand, you don’t think about it anymore. Jing Zhiguang doesn’t want to waste too much time with them.

With this time, it’s better to find a way to improve the tennis team’s strength, so Jing Zhiguang quickly returned and saw the ball hit back faster than the previous one.

boom! He flew behind Zhong Shou after a short burst. At this moment, everyone stopped thinking that Jing Zhiguang’s counterattack was a coincidence. This is strength!

“Wow-scored again, come on!-Prince Charming!”

“come on!……”

…

Hearing a deafening sound of cheering, everyone looked around in surprise and found that the court was surrounded by dense crowds of people unknowingly, and most of them were girls.

Rukawa Jiro said that apart from the fact that the tennis club was so popular when the last minister was there, he hasn’t seen so many people since he took office!

The next match is very simple. It is not a level at all. No, it should be said that I don’t know how many levels are worse. I only see that the score becomes 1:0.

Then 2:0,

3:0,

…

In the last 6-0, at the end of the moment, Zhongshou almost knelt down, but for five intermittent minutes, he felt like a year, it was simply torment, and now he is finally liberated.

“Hey, those seniors over there, please hurry up, don’t you overtime?!” Jing Zhiguang pointed at racquet in his hand, and saw the crowd leaning back, one after another.

Seeing all the gazes around, the third-year seniors who felt shameless had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Maybe they still had the idea of ​​winning a game before they played, but Jing Zhiguang would tell them that it’s impossible.

6-0,

6-0,

…

6-0

All I saw was a 6-0 score, a row of third-year candidates lying on the court, and some unconvinced third-year seniors.

On the opposite court, Jing Zhiguang said that he didn’t have any effort at all and just finished warming up.

There was another screaming around.

“Too strong, he swept the tennis club!”

“So strong! Worthy of being my prince charming!”

“What?! Obviously mine!…”

“mine……”

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