Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 709 God and Caesar

That was the last thing he wanted to think about. That lost past was only related to pain.

Even though the gears of time are always spinning and the past is passing by little by little, that black history can never be erased no matter what.

And today...

"Edogawa," he raised his eyes, lightly closed his eyelids, and did not restrain his aura intentionally. The fierce aura spread around his body, wrapping his body translucently. "This game will be dominated by me."

The warm tone was full of endless arrogance.The boy's introverted aura was finally fully displayed at this moment, as sharp as a knife.

The girl's dark red eyes were as calm as water, without any waves, the sound of the wind matched the starting point of her heartbeat, infecting her indifferent words: "Don't let me down."

The indifferent voice, the self-confident and sharp arrogance, never restrained because the other party was Yukimura, accompanied by the sharp aura spread, silently, slowly, oppressing to all places.

hum-

The imposing collision exploded in an instant, and the aftermath scattered in all directions, resembling the loud noise of swords and axes clashing, constantly echoing in the sky.

The wind, like a silent hand, pushes two different people to fight against each other.

puff~
puff~
Tennis, bouncing back and forth between the boy's hand and the ground.Lightly touch the surface of the ball, watching its bouncing figure, and then, grasp it with five fingers, and lean back.

Watching his actions, Nanjiro's face gradually became serious.Although the two children are not very old, he doesn't think that the two children are just a simple competition.

hum-

The ball, thrown into the air,
The light figure is more beautiful than ever.

Edogawa...

this life...

The yellow-green reflection spun around the pupil, and the tip of the iris-purple hair slowly floated, Yukimura stepped back with his right foot, suddenly, his pupils froze and his shoulders trembled.

I will never lose twice! ! ! !

bang——

With a sound of shock, the tennis ball flashed away like light, and the sharp air cut through the space, as sharp as a knife, first the monstrous huge waves roared towards them, as if they were going to crush the opponent completely!
Strong ball, strong power, strong Qi!
However, under this effect, tennis seems to have no other changes except for a faster speed.

Plain strokes, plain swings, plain balls...

However, there seems to be a fundamental difference.

Something about the qi hidden in the tennis ball is being born, and something is dying...

See through, enigmatic ball.

Plain, but with a sharp illusion.

Such a simple ball gave her a feeling of restraint.

As expected of Yukimura, the man called the Son of God.

Snapped--

However, Yingyi still swung his racket crisply and neatly, without the slightest sloppiness, and even without unnecessary movements, it was simple and powerful.

The tennis ball instantly returned to the same path, and the ordinary posture was surprising.

However, Nanjiro squinted his eyes, his eyes were quite deep, and the game played by the two of them was too simple, like a novice who had just started.But he would never think so. At his level, he sees the details and sees the depth beyond what others can understand.

Perhaps, he may not be able to see her strength.

Snapped--

Swing again, ordinary lob.

Even Taocheng can easily return such a ball.

But if you look carefully, there is a thin layer of air, like a thin film covering it, and you can't see it unless you look carefully.

Sakura raised her eyebrows slightly, and Yukimura's attack gave her a sense of danger and boredom.

That simple swing, that simple stroke, it seems...

There are all kinds of subtle traces lurking, as if something is accumulating.

(End of this chapter)