Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 855 The Initial Collision

Bei Dao frowned, but stopped talking.

He just turned his head to look at Kimura and Nagasaka who were facing each other.

Those two guys noticed Sang Yu's ball from the very beginning. Whether it was starting, swinging or hitting the ball, the trajectory of the shot seemed to be locked by the opponent.

There is no return attack, presumably it is measuring the improvement space of this attack to achieve the perfect attack effect.

Unfortunately, Sang Yu still couldn't figure it out. He thought he could grasp the rhythm of the game, but he didn't know that the opponent was already planning her rhythm.

If he stays silent on the matter of Yagyu's transfer, he may be passive in the next game.

Facing Sang Yu with a serious expression, Kimura and Nagasaka were extremely calm, not even the slightest wave on their faces.

Then, they looked at each other, nodded slightly, and walked towards their respective guard fields with their backs turned.

Clenching the racket tightly with both hands, Kimura made a posture of catching the ball, a cold light flashed in his eyes, in the end...who is sniping whom?

I really look forward to it~
Nagasaka was in the backcourt, standing on tiptoe to measure his balance.Suddenly, the movement stopped, the five fingers dunked the ball, the wrist moved, and the tennis ball in his hand was thrown out, and then he jumped on his toes, slammed the ball, and hit the tennis ball out with a snap.

The speed of this ball has increased a lot compared to before, and it quickly crossed the midfield net like the wind.

But she knew very well that this speed was definitely within Sang Yu's controllable range. After all, it was the Tokyo Heavy Seed Team. If they couldn't fight back with this speed, it would be really embarrassing.

Snapped--

Sure enough, the sound of hitting the ball resounded heavily, the tennis ball was shot from Sang Yu's racket, and the yellow-green trailing light always followed the ball tightly and refused to lag behind.While the tennis ball was running, the dark green ground still didn't reflect the slightest bit of darkness.

There are no shadows, no sounds, and no traces of movement can be felt...

Light—manufacturing! ! !

The corner of Kimura's mouth hooked coldly, and he took a step back with his right foot with a sound of sand, his body leaned forward slightly, and his whole posture formed a forward lunge for hitting the ball hard.

"Look at her muscles!!!!"

Someone exclaimed, but Sang Yu was stiff all over, and saw Kimura's right arm slowly raised, with a sizzle, the sleeve of her right arm suddenly swelled up, and there was a vague tendency to burst.

"hiss--"

"She, she, she is a woman, right?!!!!"

"I want to watch your ball again, but I'm sorry~"

Saying these words indifferently, the next second, there was only a sizzling sound, and a series of blue blood vessels bulged on her arm, extending to the arm holding the racket. The whole arm looked thick and strong. It's weird, "You actually won the ball, let me..." Suddenly, his eyes turned cold, and he looked straight at Sang Yu like a beast, "How can I bear it."

Suddenly, his figure trembled, and white light flashed.

boom--

Before even seeing the tennis ball break through the 1st zone, a deafening bang suddenly sounded in the court.

The tennis ball was pulled out of the air in an instant, but disappeared in the next second.

Kimura narrowed his eyes, "SA, Sang Yu, tennis..." Suddenly, his pupils shrank.

The cold light flew away in an instant, and with a bang, something shot into the wall behind him, sand and stone shot out, and the cracks spewed out ash like a miniature volcano.

White clouds drifted past carelessly, and the sky was full of cool wind, blowing past the girl's tea-white bangs, revealing the pair of cold orange eyes underneath, the wind stopped, and the tip of her hair covered her left eye again, and she put down the racket , she said: "Where did you... put me again?"

where?

Kimura's eyes turned cold in an instant, Bei Dao! ! !
(End of this chapter)