Net King: Opening Ten Draws

"Your coat is not ready to be taken off 1.

6 Come..."

"Have I given you permission to speak?"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Bing suddenly turned his head, a pair of ice eyes glowed with extreme chill, and the surrounding smell dropped sharply.

Fujimura shivered all over, and his pupils shrank sharply.

His body was stiff and unable to move, and under Lin Bing's gaze, thoughts of fear and surrender filled his heart.

"you you......"

"It's rude to interrupt someone."

"Let's start the game, referee."

Lin Bing squeezed the racket and turned to the bottom line.

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Chapter 112: Sniper in the audience?Joke (2 more)

Chapter 12: Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the game officially begins.

Beep beep! In the semi-finals of the Tokyo Metropolitan Conference, Ice Emperor played against Qingxue, and the singles match began, and Atobe Rinhi was the first to serve.

On the big screen, the battle lists of both sides appeared.

Atobe Rin Hito Muraichi.

Boom! Boom! Boom! "Remember what you said."

Lin Bing knew that Fujimura wanted to save face for his team, but he would never lose.

In an instant, the chills spread all over, and a depressing breath gushed out from the body.

Huh! The tennis ball flew out from the fingertips, the knees jumped, the body and the tennis ball were on the same horizontal line, and the racket-holding arm was pushed down.

High-speed flat shot! Bang! Under Lin Bing's hard slap, the tennis ball was almost out of the range of the flat shot, the ball body was violently rubbed against the air, and the epidermis was flushed.

The cyclone spread out of thin air, and the golden light rushed to the opposite field.

"Hmph, it's an ordinary serve, look down on me!"

Fujimura sneered, his body flashed quickly, and ran to the landing point before the ball hit the ground.

The moment the tennis ball hit the ground and rebounded, the racket slammed violently.

Bang! "What!"

The sound of the impact sounded, and the face of Fuji Sanmura changed dramatically, and the impact force erupted from the ball was beyond imagination.

After regaining his senses, he quickly put the other arm on the racket, and pushed the ball back with both hands.

"Amazing power."

Fujimura took a deep breath.

He couldn't imagine how Lin Bing's slender arms could strike with such power.

The tennis ball flew upside down and went straight to the corner of the court: the swing speed was very fast.

"By the way, Mitsugu, what do you think the minister of the other party can do... What is the limit of the radiance of talent?"

Seeing this, Watanabe suddenly turned his head and asked, as if everyone in the club knew about this kind of game except himself.

"You don't know... by the way, you played tennis in France before."

As soon as he asked, Mitsugu patted his forehead.

Then he took out his notebook and turned to one of the pages, which clearly recorded the ability of the triple door without me.

"Watanabe looked surprised when he saw this."

.........."Why... a small serve also has to hit back with both hands."

Lin Bing's expression was cold, her figure flashed quickly, and she struck back again.

Each of his return hits is in the sweet spot area, which the average player can withstand.

Even the country's top three, Fujimura, couldn't easily fight back.

Seeing this, Fujimura showed a dignified expression. Although he didn't know how Rin Bing made such an accumulating blow, he was still able to maintain the confrontation with both hands fighting back.

What is missing now is... looking for opportunities to defeat the opponent.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The tennis ball bounced back and forth on the court, and the golden streamer kept flashing.

"Oh...that...the first-year minister of ice is very strong."

"Yeah, after all, Fujimura is a well-known expert in our Tokyo. The opponent can actually beat him, it's too strong."

"This year's newcomers are really unexpected, especially the guys from the Ice Emperor, they are amazing."

The audience around was amazed, after all, Lin Bing is a newcomer, and the strength displayed is so amazing.

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Hearing the discussion, Yuezhi Yueguang showed a disdainful expression.

It seemed like a tense situation, but everyone in the Ice Emperor knew that Lin Bing was just leveling the ball, and every counterattack was extremely easy.

On the other hand, Fujimura kept the ball in his own half for a long time every time he hit back, and he had to hit back with both hands. The gap was obvious.

"You can only hit the ball, then I'm welcome."

Fujimura suddenly held the racket with one hand, stretched his arm back, and assumed a strange posture.

Boom! The racket is swung fast, and the muscles stretch to produce great explosive power.

At the moment when the racket hits the tennis ball, a penetrating force is poured into the ball, the force of the ball is dissipated, and it turns into a golden beam that runs through the arena.

The whole court sniped! The air wave was shocked, and the tennis ball was catapulted to the farthest diagonal line, and the speed was extremely fast.

"Appeared, the Minister's full-court sniping! As long as he wants, he can hit the ball on any landing with an accuracy comparable to a sniper rifle."

"Not only that, but a momentary swipe can counteract the rotation and force of the ball."

"Fantastic, the Minister finally got his strength... Defeat that guy!"

Seeing Fujimura's actions, the Qinggaku team members showed excitement.

Lin Bing glanced at the tennis ball that flew straight out, her expression was calm, and she was not in a hurry to chase after it.

Before the tennis was out of bounds, the court glowed with golden fluorescence, and the ball drew a strange arc and flew back to Lin Bing.

Bang! Driven by the racket, a strong swipe made the tennis ball rush out with a whirlwind, and the dust mist swept up.

"What!...this!!"

Fujimura was shocked.

His full-court sniping is a straight-line swipe type of ball skill, there is no rotation, and the ball actually flies to Lin Bing for no reason.

With such a gorgeous ability, there is only one field of ball skills in his impression of '06! "In an instant... one room was hit back, how is this possible."

"That kind of ability, wouldn't it be a field, I've seen it in professional competitions."

"What a joke, a freshman actually mastered the field."

The Qingxue team members were pale and couldn't....... looked at Lin Bing in disbelief.

In the face of the fast flying ball, Fujimura did not choose to dodge, and once again took a weird posture, the racket stretched to the back.

The moment the ball flew straight, the racket stretched in a straight line and blasted forward.

The strength of the ball shattered, and the straight golden beam reappeared.

Sniping all over the court! Shah! A piercing sound of breaking through the air echoed, and the racket slammed back on the tennis ball.

The ball that was running fast, quickly disappeared from everyone's field of vision, and when it reappeared, it had already flew out from the outside corner of the opposing field.

"A full-court sniping is never about a one-time score."

Fujimura said seriously.

"That's it...the hits are the same."

The gold fluoresces as vortex rotation.

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Chapter 113: More and more powerful ice (3 more)

Chapter 13: "Your sniper tennis, no matter how many times you use it, is useless to me."

Lin Bing didn't take a second look at tennis at all.

The golden fluorescence turns into a swirl, and the racket swings quickly in front of a ball that is about to fly out of bounds.

Bang! The racket rubbed against the ball, the arm exerted force in an instant, and the tennis ball came out of the racket and quickly rushed through the net.

The harsh whirling sound echoed in the eardrums of the audience, making people feel emotional.

Yan flashes back! Super-strong rotation strikes back! Shah! The tennis ball hits the ground, and the rotation brings a cloud of dust.

A cold sweat fell on Fujimura's forehead, and he made a retaliatory gesture.

However, the ball did not bounce at a large angle as expected, but bounced slightly and slid quickly towards the front.

It was as if there was no rebound at all.

With the current strength of Lin Bing, Yan Huihui is no weaker than the 'Phoenix Returning to the Nest' created by Fuji.

"Yan flashes back... I've never seen this skill before."

"Yes, the minister's recent games are all simple and crude scoring methods. I haven't seen such delicate counterattacks in a long time."

"It seems that the minister doesn't plan to end the other party so soon, is he planning to tease?"

When the Ice Emperor team members saw Yan's flashback, their eyes lit up.

After getting along for this period of time, everyone knows that Yan's flashback is a relatively weak ball skill that Rin Bing hits all the balls.

Although the score effect is obvious, I always feel that there is a lack of momentum.

"How is it possible, as if it didn't bounce at all."