King of Nets

Liu Lian'er's expression changed, and the other candidates couldn't help but be moved.

Did Yukimura's fake move show the other party?

In the stands, Fuji shook and said, "It's not so much that Yukimura's feint was seen through by the opponent, it's better to say that his feint is not as perfect as that of King Lin!"

"Indeed! There are still flaws!"

Tezuka nodded, and they could see it most clearly from the sidelines.

Compared with Lin Wang's feint, Yukimura still owes his time.

In the final analysis, King Lin's skills are superior! .

Chapter [-] Even if it is you, you will only lose!

"game! King Lin, 1-0."

Soon, the game was over, and Lin Wang used four perfect balls to break serve.

"Minister Yukimura lost the game~!"

Kirihara was in a trance, and Minister Yukimura, who was like a god of war in his heart, was actually broken by the opponent.

"It seems that even Yukimura, who is as strong as the Son of God, is helpless in the face of King Lin!"

In the stands, Fuji shook his head and said.

Regardless of the technical level or the spiritual level, King Lin is one level higher than Yukimura as a whole. Under such all-round suppression, it is undoubtedly difficult for Yukimura to win this game.

On the side, Kan Sadaji kept recording the data of the two in his notebook, which would be a good reference for him.

During the exchange of venues, the two passed by, but King Lin stopped, glanced at Yukimura, and said lightly, "You should probably use that move too? Yukimura!"

Yukimura stopped, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's not time yet!"

"Is it?"

Lin Wang smiled lightly, it seemed that Yukimura was still holding on.

But think about it, if he is as strong as the Son of God, if he is not driven to a desperate situation by others, I am afraid that he will not use that trick. Just like in elementary school, when he was cornered by King Lin, Yukimura finally used it. one move.

"Trust me, after this game is over, you will make it out!"

After speaking, before Yukimura could speak, King Lin walked straight forward and walked to the opposite field.

On the contrary, Yukimura frowned. He looked at King Lin and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you so confident?"

After the exchange of venues, it was Lin Wang's turn to serve.

At the bottom line, Lin Wang gently slapped the tennis ball, raised the tennis ball in the air with his left hand, and immediately raised the racket to the back.

The next moment... shuh!

The tennis ball seemed to have been hit by a samurai sword, and shot towards the opposite side.

Super light serve!

One of King Lin's three stunts.

call out!

A harsh wind sounded from Yukimura's ears, and the tennis ball smashed in front of Yukimura like lightning. The terrifying speed made Yukimura's heart twitch.

Yukimura subconsciously swung out his racket, but his racket just dropped a few inches when the tennis ball flew off the court.

"This!"

Yukimura's body trembled.

"So fast!"

In the stands, Fu'er looked stunned for a moment. They stood outside the field, and they didn't even see King Lin's ball clearly.

"King Lin's serve is faster than when he played against Tezuka!"

Gan Zhenzhi said in horror, and was about to pick up a pen to write down King Lin's serve data, but the next moment he stopped.

This kind of terrifying serve, even if he can feel it clearly, what can he do?

Can't call back at all.

In the corner of the auditorium, Byodoin grinned: "Oh? Are you finally starting to get serious? It seems that this game will be over soon!"

boom!

Another serve as fast as before.

Once again, Yukimura lost points without even touching the ball.

"Minister Yukimura!"

Li Hai Dazhong, Kirihara's face changed.

Minister Yukimura could not catch the opponent's serve.

"Yukimura!"

Sanada gripped the iron railing tightly with both hands.