Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Finally came Maori's serve.

He held the tennis ball and tried to calm himself down.Then, hit the tennis dunk out.

"It's good to come."

Azumo nodded, and countless icicles suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Freeze it!"

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

One after another, crystal icicles fell from the sky and were inserted into Yuezhi's side.Completely block his actions.

Pop!

But the next moment, the icicles shattered out of thin air.It turned into countless powders and floated away.

Yue Zhi did not speak.

But the more this is the case, the more shocked the trace department is.

Another man with no dead ends!

Bang!

But he had no choice but to hit the tennis ball.On the opposite side, Yue Zhi, who saw through his blind spot, raised his racket and slammed it.

Snapped!

On the side of the trace body, a little yellow light blooms.He didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly shouted: "Sanada!"

"What a hassle!"

Sanada's impatient voice sounded.

crackle!

Then, in just a split second, his figure appeared before the tennis ball landed.

Move like thunder!

Sanada's racket slashed down.

Boom!

"game! Junior high school students, 6-5!"

Six to five.

After breaking Maori's serve, the junior high school students took the initiative.However, when the venue was exchanged, Sanada was looked at by Koshitomo.

"Forehead?"

Just one glance gave him the illusion that his body was imprisoned.

Aji frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's fine."

Sanada shook his head, the strange feeling just now made him very uncomfortable.Vaguely, it reminded him of the impression that person gave him during the national competition last year.

"Oh?"

On the other side, Yue Zhi was a little surprised.

He could clearly feel that the guy in the peaked cap was not too affected by his spiritual assassination.

two cases.

Either the other party's spiritual power is comparable to him.

Or, the other party has been limited by mental abilities that are more severe than mental assassination.have some resistance.

"Could it be that……"

Thinking of this, Yue Zhi subconsciously looked outside the field, the young man with a smile and a calm face.

Chapter [-]: Scherzo Towards Madness

"Senior, what's wrong?"

Maori looked over in surprise, Yuezhi shook his head, and said in a low voice, "It's alright, let's continue."

opposite.

Stand on the trail in front of the tee line and tap the tennis ball lightly.

Snapped!

Snapped!

While hitting tennis, he constantly adjusted his state.Relaxed mood, improved momentum.

Snapped!

Grab the tennis ball in your hand.

Atobe glanced at Yuezhi opposite him, and threw the tennis ball high.Immediately, the whole person bent down, and the eyes flashed with colored light.

"Don Wyther-Serve!"