Tennis King: God-level Player

Shuangchi, the god of the fox, also twitched the corner of his mouth. Senior Irie really loves acting! Shuji Tanegashima pouted and said, "Irie, stop acting, no one will believe your performance."

Irie Kanato shrugged with a smile on his face.

At the same time, he had already held the racket and walked into the court.

Australia's second singles this time is Tristan, ranked.

The two stood in front of the net, and a depressing atmosphere spread around.

"Team Neon, it's enough to come here, I'll blow you up!"

Tristan sneered and said to Irie Sonata.

"Really, it's really scary."

Irie Zanda was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of fear.

Team Neon.

Many of the first army were watching the two people on the court with all their attention.

The fox god Shuangchi couldn't help but said curiously.

"Speaking of which, I still don't know that Senior Irie's true strength has never been seen fully demonstrated by him."

Since entering 1, he has never seen Zanda Irie show his true strength.

Tanegashima Shuji shrugged and said with a smile: "This guy, I don't even know when he's acting or when he's not, and I haven't seen his true strength."

Byodoin and Oni Jujiro also fell into a trance and said, "I have never seen Irie's true strength."

Compared with the other First Army, the strength of Kanae Irie is still a mystery until now! Inside the stadium.

"The game begins, Australia's Tristan serves!"

The referee announced loudly! Tristan sneered, grabbed the tennis ball, and slapped it gently on the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The orderly batting sounded slowly.

"That's it, Team Neon!"

Tristan gave a loud shout and threw the tennis ball high in the eyes of everyone! Immediately after, Tristan jumped up, leaned slightly in front of the net, and swung the racket.

Bang! The racket hit the tennis ball with a thunderous sound.

Huh!! The tennis ball is like a streamer of light, with afterimages, it quickly flew in the direction of Kanata Irie.

"I can't catch the ball so fast!!"

Zanda Irie looked anxious, and his footsteps seemed a little messy.

Step! He hurriedly stepped forward, facing where the tennis ball landed, swinging his racket.

Bang! The tennis ball flew back in an instant. Seeing the tennis ball flying back, Irie Sakuta's face was filled with joy.

"Good luck, I actually called back."

heard.

The sneering smile on Tristan's face grew thicker.

"It seems that the Neon team has no one, and they let you play!"

In Tristan's view, the outcome of this match is already doomed.

The Neon team would choose such a player to play, and they panicked as soon as they played.

Audience seats.

The Australian backup team was in high spirits and the voices were loud.

"Tristan! Tristan! Tristan!"

"Australia!! Australia!! Australia!!"

"Oh oh oh oh, just beat him!"

The local French audience is now also full of disappointment and puzzlement.

"How could the Neon team send such a player up? It's too easy to see through. In this game, the Neon team was miserable."

"It should be that there are no other players in the Neon team. After all, the previous players were all very tough."

"That's right, it seems that the previous battle situation is all the background of the Neon team."

Now, a lot of people are finding reasons for the Neon's sudden strength.

It should be the players who played before, all of them are the strongest background of the Neon team.

in the Australian team.

Jonathan Browning and Adolf Craigavon ​​looked at each other.

They both clearly saw the joy and a touch of regret in each other's eyes.

"Team Neon should have no other strong players, this time, Tristan wins!"

"Yeah, it's a pity that Tristan was sent for such a player."