Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

This serve, put on the Korean team, is also the top level of elite high school students.But unfortunately, for him, Park Daxing, it is far from enough to see.

"Speaking of technology..."

The corner of his mouth twitched lightly, and he stepped out with his left foot.

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, when the players of the Japanese team looked again, Park Daxing's figure appeared before the tennis ball landed.

"So fast?"

Yuan Zhe exclaimed.

For a moment, he didn't see how the other party moved at all.In contrast, Kenya's Naniwa Star is basically kindergarten level.

"He is the Almighty King..."

Mitsugu said solemnly: "Whether it is speed, technique, strength or physical strength, he is at the top level. Facing this kind of opponent, even if Shiraishi is careless, the result will be irreversible."

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"It's not that exaggerated, is it?"

Maori smiled, if the other party is so strong, how can he be the [-]th in the world.

"You do not understand……"

Mitsugu shook his head and said, "This is world class, making possible what we can't understand!"

Whoa!

At this time, Park Daxing moved.

He pulled the racket horizontally and caught the tennis ball with precision.The next moment, immediately, his arm trembled slightly, exerting a certain rotational force on it.

"This ball..."

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flew out, and the curvature of the corner of Park Daxing's mouth turned a little higher: "It's an existence beyond your comprehension."

Whoosh!

In an instant, the tennis ball disappeared from everyone's sight.

How can it be?

The audience's face changed.

Actually, even they can't capture the trajectory of the tennis ball?

This...is it world class?

"give up……"

In the passage on the second floor, Baikalche shook his head and said, "This is not a field you can relate to at all."

"is it?"

At this moment, a faint laughter sounded.

Snapped!

With a soft sound, the 'disappearing tennis' played by Park Dae-sung appeared out of thin air.Moreover, as if it was stuck, it was firmly stuck to a... silver racket.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

racket!

A silver racket!

In an instant, the extremely suppressed atmosphere on the court exploded suddenly as if it had found a tipping point.

chi chi...

Tennis, spinning at high speed.

But he couldn't break through the shackles of the racket, and Shiraishi's left hand flicked lightly, cutting it out.

Fight back!

In an instant, the Korean team only felt that their brain was about to explode.

That kid actually hit back at their captain's tennis ball?

How can it be?

"What a neat trick."

In the passage on the second floor, a blond young man holding a railing smiled and said, "Harvey, did you see that he just cut out the tennis ball with his backhand."

"I saw it, I saw it."

Hearing this, a gray-haired white man next to him waved his hand lazily: "Just now, it was indeed a good response, but you don't need to be so surprised, right?"

"hey-hey……"

Hearing this, the blond young man couldn't help touching his hair, and said a little embarrassedly, "You know, I'm very curious about this kind of skillful tennis."