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

In order to experience the effect of the new title, he stood up and walked towards the platform outside the court.

Next.

Under the astonished looks of Maori and Tetsuya Hara, he, dressed in tatters, actually accelerated and started running.

"No, isn't it?"

Yuan Zhe also seemed to be looking at a monster and lost his voice: "He still needs to be trained like this. Is he really a human being?"

"Well."

Maori feels even more profoundly.

After seeing the match just now, he comforted himself that this was Ishikawa's own talent. Others cannot learn from it.

but.

As he watched Ishikawa's back gradually disappear, Maori's eyes revealed a look of enlightenment.

"He is so strong and he never relaxes at all. Why do we have any reason to rest?"

Done.

Mao Li also started training.

Yuan Zhe, who had been thinking about taking a day off after the team competition today, saw this and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

His strength is not as good as Mori, and even more so than Ishikawa.

just now.

Neither of these two stronger men let up at all. If he relaxes, he will definitely be pushed further and further away from these two people.

Immediately.

He gritted his teeth and continued training today.

When the other players on Court No. 3 saw this, they were also infected. Everyone gritted their teeth and continued training.

See this.

Outside Court No. 3, especially the high school students on Court No. 2 and No. 1, they were also sweating profusely from watching this involution scene. They all put aside the idea of ​​relaxing and started training with all their strength!

Ever since.

The entire U17 training base.

The high school students all seemed to be under a spell and started to involuntarily start to get involved!

Not far from the U17 base.

After climbing over the 90-degree vertical cliff, at the top of the deep mountain, on the wide platform above the cliff, wisps of smoke slowly drifted across.

Look closer.

There is a small wooden house on the platform.

at this time.

An unkempt old man with a red nose and a grey coarse vest was leaning back in a chair, humming a leisurely tune.

The old man was holding a gourd in his hand. When he was humming to his heart's content, he put the gourd in his hand and took a sip.

"Not bad."

The drunk old man couldn't help but laugh.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

And not far away.

A brown-haired young man wearing a white T-shirt and round-frame glasses is practicing hitting the ball against the stone wall.

This person was none other than Irujiang Kando who left the U17 base a week ago, and his whole person seemed to have evaporated.

Since a week.

He was undergoing hellish training in this place.

watch carefully.

Clear scar marks can be seen on Irie's face and arms. The racket in his hand made a dull sound every time he swung it.

Looking at Irie's struggling expression, it was obvious that the weight of this racket was unusual.

"Is this what Byodoin and Tokugawa call hellish training?"

He gritted his teeth and swung his bat into the river, his face and body covered with sweat. Every day here, he lived a very painful life.

but.

However, he relied on his amazing willpower to adapt abruptly. Now, even swinging this special lead racket is easier than before.

but.

Irie vaguely guessed.

The training he has received so far is only basic. The truly hellish training has not yet fully begun.

"That Mifune head coach."

Turned.

From the corner of the river, I looked towards the wooden house.

The old man in the coarse cloth vest is the head coach of Japan's U17, Mifune Irido.

On the surface, the other person is just an alcoholic. Speaking vulgarly and speaking in an arrogant tone.

But in fact.

This is a truly capable person.

The former Byodo-in, and later Tokugawa, all completed their spiritual transformation under this man's hands and understood the secrets of Asura Shinto.

Even though Irie can rely on his own talent, he can imitate the effects of Asura Shinto and light hitting.

but.

What is fake is fake after all.

No matter how closely you imitate other people's things, they are not your own.

After losing to Ishikawa, Irie conducted a thorough self-reflection. He eventually came to the conclusion that he had to forge his own path.

then.

He chose to come here. This place is called [Heart Cliff], but it is actually a hellish place.

Ring ring ring! ! !

At this time.

The phone next to Mifune suddenly rang.

"Hey!"

The old man took it and said in a thick voice: "I am Mifune."

"Kurobe? What's the matter?"

"A group shuffle match, you said... Ghost had a match with that newcomer?"

"puff!"

Suddenly.

Under Irie Jiang's stunned eyes.

The old man, who was usually stern and stern, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of wine.

"what?!"

next moment.

Mifune suddenly sat up from his chair, his eyes widened like bells and said, "You said the ghost lost?!"

Swish!

This statement came out.

Irijiang, who was still a little surprised at first and was curious about what happened, his pupils also shrank suddenly.

"Did the ghost lose?"

"Who did you lose to? Could it be that Byodoin is back?"

"No, that's not right!!"

Sudden.

Irie thought of the key words Mifune had just said.

"Newbie?"

Suddenly, an expression of disbelief appeared on Irie's face: "Could it be that the ghost also lost to him?!"

"hiss"

Irie couldn't help but take a breath.

He knew the ghost's strength very well, and it was not at the same level as him.

Even the ghost lost!

It is hard to imagine how terrifying the newcomer's strength has reached!

"Well, I see."

not far away.

Mifune hung up the phone and stood there without moving for a long time.

"Hey, boy over there."