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

Bang bang bang! ! !

And this time.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a ball hitting the ground from the front.

Xialudaru raised his brows slightly.

He didn't expect that there were other people playing a multi-ball game near Court No. 2.

"Ok?"

however.

When he got closer and took a look, his expression changed quietly.

I saw that the area around the court was empty, without a single spectator, and there was only one person on the court, practicing facing the wall.

bang bang bang! ! !

bang bang bang! ! !

Every time the opponent swung his racket, several afterimages would appear. And each image corresponded to a tennis ball. With Sharudaru's eyesight, after some observation, he could clearly see the number of balls hit by the opponent.

"Ten goals in a row?!"

The French prince narrowed his eyes.

Ten goals!

For those high school players who are considered elite players, this is undoubtedly a huge watershed moment.

Although both are elite, the difference between 10 balls and 9 balls is like the difference between a river and a stream. To cross the 10-ball realm is like stepping onto the threshold of a profession in the eyes of professionals.

The figure in front of him was obviously dressed like a junior high school student from the Japanese team.

"Could it be that"

As if thinking of something, Xialudaru thought: "Is this guy my opponent in the next singles match 2?"

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

at this time.

The figure opposite suddenly stopped moving.

The ten tennis balls that hit the wall bounced off and then shot towards him.

"This guy"

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Xialudalu's eyes, and then, he flashed, and several figures appeared around him. Each figure corresponded to a tennis ball, and as he swung his racket, the tennis ball flew backwards towards the opponent's position.

"Ah."

But the man smiled faintly, and slowly swayed his body from side to side, thus avoiding the tennis balls that were flying at an incredibly fast speed.

Snapped!

As for the last one, the other party lifted it with one hand and held it tightly in his hand.

Then, the other party smiled and said, "Prince of France, would you like to have a warm-up before the game?"

"This guy"

Xialudaru's eyes flickered.

Because the other party spoke in fluent French: "Are you targeting me?"

Immediately.

Sharudaru smiled.

He certainly didn't mind getting rid of his opponent before the game officially started.

Immediately.

He took a step forward and walked into the court.

the other side.

The match between France and Japan.

After the 10-minute break, a figure walked out from each camp.

On the Japanese team side, Yukimura walked into the court confidently and calmly, wearing a coat. His light blue hair and coat swayed naturally in the breeze, looking chic and freehand.

Many female spectators in the stands were delighted when they saw him. Many of the brave ones even whistled and flirted with the boy.

In contrast.

On the French team's side, Oshowal Doron looked very different as he was covered in a black smock with only a pair of eyes exposed.

"Is that a ninja costume?"

On the Japanese team, everyone couldn't help but look surprised.

French Ninja?

There's no way these two words can be connected, right?

"nondescript."

Sanada said coldly.

His opinion of the French player was simple: he was just a clown who was trying to attract attention. He could easily deal with such a guy, not to mention Yukimura.

"Ninja costume?"

Gan and Liu, on the other hand, thought more.

The former frowned and said, "Is the other party planning to use our cultural image to defeat the opponent?"

"Psychological warfare?"

Liu narrowed her eyes.

From this point of view, the other party is likely to use tactics such as psychological games.

"pity."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head.

If it was in other areas, the other party might have some advantages. But in the inner level, in the spiritual realm, the other party had no chance at all.

Because among the junior high school students, except for Ishikawa, who is a super model, in terms of mental strength, even Tezuka and Atobe are inferior to Yukimura.

"Hello, my name is Oshiowaru Doron, a French ninja who loves Japanese culture."

In front of the net.

Doron, dressed as a ninja, was communicating with Yukimura in fluent Japanese.

"Oh?"

Yukimura was quite surprised, and then politely shook the other person's hand: "My name is Yukimura Seiichi, please give me your guidance."

"This guy is so arrogant!"

On the French team side, many junior high school students frowned after seeing Yukimura's outfit: "He actually went on the court with a coat on. Does he not take our players seriously at all?"

“It’s really crazy.”

Morrow nodded.

There is no shortage of players like this in the world competition. But for some reason, he feels very different about this junior high school student on the Japanese team.

Bart shook his head and said, "To be assigned to singles 1, this person's strength is definitely not simple."

After the first two games, no one dared to underestimate the junior high school students of the Japanese team. Moreover, to be more precise, even a figure like Tezuka could only be arranged in doubles.

From this aspect, Yukimura must be very strong.

"The match is best of three sets."

After a moment, the referee on the high chair confirmed the status of the two players and said loudly: "Japan's Yukimura serves, the game is over!"

"It finally begins."

At the baseline, Duolong was very excited. He started to perform with his hands and feet dancing, which attracted discussions from the audience outside the court.

“Is this guy a clown?”

The Jackal couldn't help but frown and said.

Marui shook his head and said, "No, it's not that simple."

Swish!

Swish swish! ! !

The words just fell.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Duolong's figure instantly split into dozens of people, standing in neat rows at the bottom line, showing a posture of strict defense.

"Shadow Clone?!"

Many people stared wide-eyed.

"hey-hey."

Duolong himself couldn't help but laugh and said, "This way, no matter where your serve hits, I can receive it."

Bang!

But the next moment.

As Yukimura swung the racket, a pale yellow light instantly bloomed in front of one of Doron's shadow clones.

"15-0."

In an instant.

The dozen or so figures at the bottom line all stood there in a daze, sweating profusely.

Chapter 480 The powerful Son of God, with a terrifying vision that sees through the future!