Net King: Opening Ten Draws

"How could someone take such a counterattack? Minister, let's abstain."

The faces of the Qinggaku people were heavy, and they could all see that Oda Meng's body was injured unimaginably, and it was very likely that he had left a dark wound.

If you don't pause, the result will get worse and worse.

"Watanabe's counterattack is stronger."

Yuezhi Yueguang took a deep breath.

The strength that Watanabe has shown now is even more exaggerated than the practice match at the beginning, more than a little bit stronger.

"Minister, can you hit second base...or third base?"

Yuan Muzhen swallowed and asked curiously.

"Your second base is strong, or light hitting is strong."

Lin Bing rolled her eyes and said angrily.

The power of the light shot will increase according to the improvement of the five dimensions of the body.

His physical strength of 5 makes the light shot have the power of the fifth-level increase of all attributes, which is not something Watanabe can compare.

"makes sense."

Shin once recalled the extent of the damage to the arena on the day of the practice match, and an embarrassed smile appeared on his face.

I feel a little stupid with this question.

........"Don't abstain, you go back, the game is still over"

On the arena, Oda Makoto stood up again after returning to his senses, and said with a serious expression.

Fujimura and the others couldn't beat each other, so they could only return to the battle zone again and looked at the arena worriedly.

The game continues! Under the shocked eyes of everyone, Oda clutched his chest and slowly walked back to the bottom line.

But this time, his body muscles kept twitching and shaking was obvious.

After receiving two heavy blows in a row, each time heavier than the other, the opponent was still able to stand up.

! Watanabe scored 30.

The referee swallowed and blew the scoring whistle.

If you give him a chance, never again... He wants to be the referee of the Ice Emperor's game. Moonlight's high-speed serve and Watanabe's powerful bombing have all left him with a shadow.

...."Interesting, can you still stand up?"

Watanabe's face lost his smile, and Oda's fierce insistence made him admire.

Willpower may not be a factor in determining the strength of tennis players, but people with weak willpower can never become strong.

...."Keep playing!"

Oda took a deep breath and looked at Watanabe with a solemn expression.

The tennis ball is thrown high and a corner kick is hit again.

"This is trouble. If you can bear it, then I may not be able to complete the task the minister gave me."

Watanabe scratched his hair in distress and smiled.

"It can only knock you out completely."

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Chapter 111: Have I Allowed You to Speak? (1 more)

I have to go to work today, I will try my best to do 10 shifts, the dead rest in peace, the heroes go well all the way.

Boom! As soon as the voice fell, a heavy breath burst out from Watanabe.

The momentum descended from the sky, the dust and mist on the ground floated up, the smile on the face was replaced by the seriousness, and the muscles of the body arched.

Zilla! The tearing sound sounded, Watanabe's shirt burst violently, and the muscles were clearly exposed in front of everyone.

"Okay... he exaggerates his muscles, I thought he was just fat."

"My God, his body is full of muscles, no wonder his strength is so strong, this..."

"I thought it was a big fat man at first, but I didn't expect..."

The audience exclaimed, and looked at Watanabe in astonishment.

After the burst of clothes in the last practice match, Watanabe chose a looser set, and "[*]" could not be seen from the outside.

What kind of muscle, it's a bit like obesity.

It is not surprising that people are misunderstood.

"Looks like Watanabe's clothes need to be one size bigger."

Yuanmu said with a smile.

Bang! Just as everyone was talking, Oda suddenly swung the racket and hit the tennis ball out.

Boom! Watanabe slammed the racket without hesitation, and the power exploded! The moment the ball was hit, a huge cyclone erupted at the hitting point, and the ball was almost crushed into a biscuit.

The ultimate power erupts, and a faint light surrounds the sphere.

Third base! "If you can get back on the field with this ball, let me lose."

After hitting the ball, Watanabe turned around and walked off the court, speaking calmly.

The audience was stunned for a moment, Qingxue and the others also showed puzzled eyes, but Watanabe didn't pay much attention to it.

Boom! Just as Watanabe stepped out of bounds, there was a loud noise behind him, and a mushroom cloud rose up.

The audience was attracted by the movement of the arena, showing their frightened eyes.

There was a cobweb-like harsh wind on the ground, and Oda rolled his eyes suddenly, stood out from the dust mist, and quickly hit the wall.

A hole was smashed out of the wall, Oda was stuck there and did not land, blood slid from the corner of his mouth, and his body twitched uncontrollably.

Since hitting third base in practice games, after this period of practice, I can hit third base on my own, and I no longer need to rely on luck.

Third base is a ball skill that integrates power skills in the sweet zone, and its power is second only to home runs.

No matter how tough Oda Meng was, he couldn't stand up under this extreme skill.

"My...my."

The audience was stunned, Sei Gaku and the others looked at Watanabe in horror, with deep fear in their eyes.

With everyone watching, Watanabe walked back out of the war zone.

There was a state of loss of voice in the arena for a time, and it was so shocking just now that everyone didn't know how to speak.

On the field, Oda was taken by Qing Xue's people.

rushed to the medical room for treatment.

The staff is also cleaning up the scene as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry... Minister... I lost."

After returning to his senses, Oda Takeru said word by word, with pain in his tone.

"It's okay, leave the next game to me."

Fujimura said solemnly, his face covered with heavy weight.

With a four-game losing streak, Qingxue has not seen such a record for many years.

As a minister, even if it is because the team members are not strong enough..., he has a responsibility that cannot be... shirk.

In this game, he must win for the team, and only in this way can he wash away the shame.

After all, the opponent is also the minister.

This is a coaching between ministers and ministers.

Thinking of this, Fujimura walked towards the arena begging for criticism.

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Rin Bing looked indifferent, as if he didn't pay attention to Fujimura, his coat was blown by the wind on his shoulders.

The Minister of the other party has not appeared in the original work, even if he has good strength, he is too far away to compete with him.

Ding dong! Fujimura Ichi, Physical Strength: Level 4, Soul Strength: 5, Ball Skill: Full-court sniping, the limit of the brilliance of the selfless realm.

With such a luxurious attribute, if it's not him, but someone else in the Ice Emperor Tennis Department, he might not necessarily be able to defeat the opponent.

Too bad there is no if.

Lin Bing is the king of the Ice Emperor, if someone wants to challenge him, he can only smash the opponent completely.

Pull out the racket and walk to the court.

The moment they set off, all the women in the audience exclaimed... 0 And the ice emperor girls who came to be the cheerleaders cheered even more, looking at Lin Bing with blushing faces, making the surrounding audience envious.

...the two walked to the center of the arena and stood far away across the net.

"Atobe Rin ice...I wanted to play with you, but...I have to beat you with a big score to save Qingxue's face."

Fujimura said seriously.

Although he didn't know Rin Bing's strength, it would not be too bad to be able to become the Minister of Ice Emperor, but where a first-year student can be strong, at most he is about the same as Watanabe.

He is the minister of Qingxue, and among the top five of their generation, no more than three people can defeat him.

"I will definitely win this game, so be prepared."

Seeing Rin Bing ignoring it, Fujimura continued.

This battle is about the glory of Qingxue. Even if Atobe Rinbing is his junior, there will be no mercy. "Enough said, referee, let's announce the start of the game."

Lin Bing turned to look at the referee and said.

In his opinion, this kind of pre-match talk is a stupid behavior and disgusting.

"You guy... Fujimura's face sank, he didn't expect Rin Bing to be so disrespectful.

However, he also noticed the coat on Lin Bing's shoulders, and frowned.