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

Is this guy really playing tennis?

"This boy"

Seeing Yuanshan's serve, Gui's eyebrows slightly raised. He could feel the amazing fighting spirit emanating from the boy.

"Well, let me see your so-called passion for tennis!"

boom!

Suddenly.

The ghost swung his racket and collided with the tennis ball that was smashed down from the mountains and bounced off the ground. The terrible explosion spread and hurt some people's eardrums.

The strong shock wave turned into air waves and spread violently in all directions.

however.

Even such a powerful serve was easily blocked by the ghost. With the swing of his arm, the tennis ball instantly turned back.

"You're calling back now?"

Qiansui's eyes trembled slightly.

He could feel the terrible power of Yuanshan's serve. Even compared to the opponent's [Super Invincible Absolutely Delicious Big Wheel Mountain Storm] in the national competition, the power was almost the same.

but.

The ghost's racket didn't even shake at all.

"This ghost is very powerful."

Ishida Gin next to him narrowed his eyes: "He should be a power player of the same level as Duke."

Among all the people present, he was the only one who had the most acute sense of power. After all, Yuanshan's serve was even stronger than his [Table 108].

"So, you little brat from Shitenboji are just too naive."

Guan Yue at the side could not help but shake his head: "The serve jumps so high, once the opponent breaks the trick, he will be finished."

now.

The distant mountain was still two or three meters above the ground. The ghost's counterattack had already flown over, and it was too late for him to respond.

Shua la la.

But that's it.

But all I could see was the distant mountain in the air, curled up into a ball with his hands on his knees. Then, the whole person turned rapidly towards the baseline in an exaggerated manner.

"What's this?!"

Guanyue was stunned.

Because the match between Ishikawa and Toyama was a one-goal matchup during the national competition, few people really knew the characteristics of Toyama's playing style.

"What on earth is this kind of unsystematic tennis?!"

Marui was also stunned.

Except for the top few players in the winner group of other schools, they were all stunned by the tennis style displayed by Yuanshan.

Swish!

In a blink of an eye.

Yuanshan had already passed the baseline, and his feet stepped on the wall behind him. He used the force to push off and pounced towards the tennis ball that bounced off the ground.

boom!

The crisp sound stirred.

The ball that Guanyue and others thought was unstoppable was actually hit back by Yuanshan.

"Slippery."

In response, the ghost glared at the boy and said in a deep voice: "Since you want to play, then I will let you have more fun."

boom!

immediately.

The ghost swung the racket.

The tennis ball was precisely controlled by him and landed on the bottom line in the other direction.

Tap! !

Yuanshan immediately ran wildly, caught up with the tennis ball and hit it back before it hit the ground for the second time.

boom!

but.

But the ghost was merciless and hit the tennis ball to the other side again.

"Well."

Looking at the tennis ball that fell to the ground almost instantly, Shiraishi, Chitose and others from Shitenhoji Temple felt a very strong sense of oppression.

"As expected of you, you are the ghost uncle."

but.

Yuanshan, however, turned around with a smile and ran quickly towards the place where the tennis ball landed.

boom!

boom!

boom!

It takes a few breaths.

The two fought for more than ten rounds.

Facing the strong attack of the ghost, Yuanshan showed no signs of being suppressed at all. Instead, he fought bravely and showed signs of counterattack.

"good."

After some probing, the ghost nodded and said, "The speed, destructive power, and skills have improved a lot compared to when we were in the back mountain."

While he cherishes Yuanshan's talent, he also cares for him like his own younger brother.

He didn't want such a talent to be buried.

Ishikawa, needless to say, does not need a ghost to care about his future growth. And Echizen himself has Nanjiro, the legendary tennis player, as his father.

Only distant mountains.

This innocent boy had amazing talent, but his basic skills were seriously lacking. In order to prevent such a talented boy from being neglected, Gui took the initiative to take on the role of his master.

Now, more than a month has passed since the training in the back mountain. Gui also feels that the time is right and is ready to give his disciple a pre-training assessment.

Hoo ho ho! ! !

Suddenly.

The ghost suddenly threw out four tennis balls, and together with the one from Yuanshan, five balls were hit out at the same time.

"Appeared."

A high school student cheered up: "It was Oni-senpai's five-goal streak!"

"What's this?"

But on the Shitenhoji side, Zaizen said confidently: "Kintaro has already entered the realm of ten balls!"

Ten goals?!

Most of the high school students were shocked.

Many people subconsciously looked at the thin young man with a complicated expression in the crowd: "Right End, is this true?"

"Ah."

Right end Wei Tailang took a deep breath and said with emotion: "His strength is even more than the level of ten balls."

boom!

boom!

boom!

really.

As Oni and Toyama fought, one ball was added every two rounds. In just over ten seconds, the number of balls increased to 10.

bang bang bang! ! !

Seeing that Yuanshan really hit all ten balls, the high school student's eyes couldn't help but tremble.

too exaggerated!

You know, no matter how strong the junior high school students in front are, they are still third graders. And this kid named Yuanshan is only in the first grade of junior high school.

At such a young age, he has already crossed the ten-ball realm, which is a watershed for elite high school students.

"Kintaro, he's more skilled than last time."

Irie showed a pleased smile on his face. He was also very optimistic about Toyama and took care of him like a younger brother.

"but."

After a pause, he said meaningfully: "The higher the upper limit is, the more difficult it will be to break through. At the same time, the pressure from the opponent will also increase."

hum!

really.

The ghost on the court suddenly sped up his swing. A dark afterimage flashed by, and the people closest to the court clearly felt the evil wind coming towards them.

boom!

Subsequently.

A flash of black light passed by.

The tennis ball shot out like a cannonball, blasting towards the other side.