I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

Bang!

Bang!

The two kept fighting left and right.

Snapped!

At this time.

The wooden hand suddenly released a short ball.

"This is a short ball. Ugh!"

Inoue outside the court was very puzzled: "Ishikawa is not far from the net. More importantly, if you do this, it will destroy the fast playing rhythm that Kite has improved!"

In his opinion, there is no gain in doing this.

"Forehead."

Zhi next to him thought for a while and said, "Is it possible that he wants to use the move that Ishikawa just used to retaliate against his opponent?"

"Lob shot?"

Inoue frowned.

Although there was some truth to this statement, he always felt that something was not quite right.

Tap! !

At this time, Ishikawa appeared in front of the net and hit the tennis ball with his racket.

Chi Chi

The wooden hand lowered the racket head, held the racket at an angle and pulled it close to the ground, creating a burst of sparks.

"Moon-climbing interception?!"

A thought popped up subconsciously in Inoue and Shiba's mind: "So, is it really a lob?"

Whoa!

however.

No one expected it.

Mu Shou was not hitting a lob at all, but just wanted to throw the dust on the ground and the stone that he had noticed earlier towards Ishikawa.

call!

In an instant.

Dust filled the air.

A sharp stone, flashing a dangerous cold light, was heading towards Ishikawa's face.

"Kid!"

After making a move, a cold light flashed in Mu Shou's eyes: "If you want to blame me, it's because you are too naive. No one will talk to you about benevolence, justice and morality on the tennis court."

call out!

But the next moment.

A light yellow luster suddenly magnified in front of Mu Shu's eyes. His pupils shrank suddenly, and he instinctively turned his head away after sensing danger.

Whoosh!

But the sharp cold light that followed was faster than his reaction. With a swish, it brushed against the wooden hand's cheek.

Along with the intense pain, the wooden hand felt a hint of warmth.

Bang!

Ishikawa's counterattack.

Accurately pressed on the bottom line.

Although his vision was obscured by smoke, it did not affect his precise ball control skills at all.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

And this time.

Everyone just noticed that there was blood dripping from Mu Shou's cheek.

"Why, how could that happen?"

Kai, Heira Furuba and others were stunned.

No one expected that Mu Hand's sure-fire blow not only failed to affect his opponent, but actually injured himself.

"Yoshiro!"

At this time, Kai quickly said: "Do you want me to get a band-aid?"

"No need."

Mu Shu wiped the blood on his face with his shoulder and said coldly: "I'm not that delicate yet."

Immediately.

Then he changed his position again and assumed a posture to catch the ball.

"This person is so cruel!"

Many passers-by and spectators were shocked after seeing Mu Shou's actions.

Obviously.

This is a ruthless person.

However, Ishikawa, who counterattacked his opponent after being plotted, was obviously superior.

"This guy is so naive."

Shishido shook his head and laughed: "He shouldn't think that Ishikawa is some kind-hearted first-year freshman, right?"

Hear the words.

The Ice Emperor team members next to him also laughed.

Even Sakaki Taro had a playful smile on his face.

The opponent's players not only underestimated Ishikawa's tennis prowess. It also far underestimated his playing experience.

The entire Ice Emperor.

Including Atobe, no one can compare with Ishikawa in terms of experience in this area.

This wooden hand wants to plot against Ishikawa, but he obviously has the wrong target!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Next.

The more Ishikawa fought, the more merciless he became.

Every ball he hits is in a position where the wooden hand can reach it, but it is difficult to exert force. The beating made the opponent feel very frustrated, but he did not dare to stop.

even so.

Mushou was also opened up by the opponent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bang!

"Game!"

"Hyotei Ishikawa, 2-0!"

Bang!

"Game!"

"Hyotei Ishikawa, 3-0!"

Bang!

"Game!"

"Hyotei Ishikawa, 4-0!"

In the blink of an eye, Ishikawa got four games.

On the other hand, Mushou not only failed to get a game, he didn't even get a point.

This minister in Higa is a man known as a ‘killer’. At this moment, he looked down and out. Even Higa's team members couldn't stand it and turned their heads to the side.

"It's so ugly!"

Coach Saotome shouted coldly.

"Well."

Mu Shou, who was suppressed to the point of being unable to fight back, was sweating continuously from his forehead. The salt from the sweat was constantly applied to the wound, making the veins in his hands throb with pain.

but.

It is precisely because of this that he can remain calm enough.

"He's too strong."

Kute, who has experienced it personally, has no doubts about Ishikawa's strength.

Under normal circumstances, his chances of winning were already close to zero. If it were someone else, they would have probably given up.

But the wooden hand didn't.

He stared at Ishikawa, and strategies to defeat the enemy kept flashing through his mind: "If we continue to fight like this, I will definitely lose. Therefore, I must affect his emotions and make him lose his mind."

Wooden Hands tried some small methods, such as breaking stones and lifting dust, but not only did it not work, but he was injured.

therefore.