Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 104 The Age of Gods Treated This Game as a Game (First Order)

"It's finally here, the singles match between Shendailan and Yamabuki's ace." The main election of the major countries who were almost drowsy on the sidelines lifted their spirits.

"Qianshi is pure, nicknamed lucky Qianshi, likes to talk about lucky, once passed the youth trials, has excellent dynamic strength, and is good at handball is a high-level tiger cannon." Gan opened his notes, found information about Qianshi, and slowly Slow down.

"But because he believes too much in luck, his growth rate is not satisfactory." Liu Lianer added.

"But he is still Yamabuki's strongest singles player."

"Oh, I didn't expect this guy to be the first one in singles. I'm really unlucky." Qianshi gripped the tennis string and complained. In his line of sight, Shendailan was already standing on the playing field, and a feeling of suffocation came over his face.

"This guy is so scary." He tightened his grip on the tennis string.

"Go, Qianshi, we must play a wonderful game." At present, Yamabuki has fallen behind 0-4, and the first round is determined, and the mood of the main players is relaxed.

"Let them see how powerful we are."

"Give it a go."

Under the expectant eyes of his partners, Qianshi scratched his head and walked into the field.

"Lucky Sengoku, I heard that you are very lucky, so let me see it." Komyo Lan looked at Sengoku with a smile, with the tennis racket in his hand facing the ground: "Front or minus?"

"The director of Fudo Peak, Kandai Lan, I heard that your tennis is very dangerous, please be merciful, I will choose the correct one."

"Shua." The tennis racket began to spin, and then fell to the ground.

"Front." Shendailan picked up the tennis racket: "It seems that your luck is really good, I hope your luck can help you win the game."

After finishing speaking, Komojiro showed a malicious smile.

Does the metaphysical attribute of luck really exist, and can it even affect a game?

Ever since watching the anime, Kandai Lan has been deeply curious about Sengoku's lucky attributes.

After the two sides stand still, the referee announces the start of the game.

"The director of Fudo Peak, Jindai Lan, is good at playing Hajika, and defeated Fuji Shusuke 6-0." Shendai Lan's message flashed in Qianshi's mind.

He thinks that his strength is not as good as Buer, and even Buer lost so badly, he must not be much better.

"I'm so lucky, maybe I can find his weakness." Qianshi's eyes became cold, and he threw the ball high.

When the tennis ball falls to a certain height, he swings his racket out.

The moment the tennis ball flew out, he ran towards the net.

Because he understands that if he wants to score, he must be surprised.

He has excellent insight, and may be able to predict the direction of the ball based on Shendailan's movements, so that he can take the initiative.

"The movement of his swing." The arm in the line of sight was slightly left behind, causing tired eyes and stinging pain. Before Qianshi could react, the sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground came through his side.

"Bang." The tennis ball turned into a streamer and flew out of the field at his feet.

"15-0."

"You'd better stay at the bottom line and play with me obediently." Under the sun, Shendailan showed a harmless smile to humans and animals.

Why did he keep me on the bottom line?
With a serious expression on his face, Qian Shi returned to the serving point with doubts in his heart.

"Papa." The entire venue was silent, only the sound of Qianshi hitting a tennis ball.

What's going on, why are my hands trembling a little.

Beads of sweat dripped from Qianshi Qingchun's forehead, his lips were pursed, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

Am I afraid?

"Kamidailan, I really look like a god of death. I just stand here as an audience, and I feel like I want to escape." Gan took a deep breath, calmed down his inner unrest, and murmured.

"This is the murderous aura of a tennis player. It's hard to imagine the pressure Qianshi is under when confronting Shendailan head-on." Liu Lianer added.

Even if Yamabuki has already lost, I will show my style in the last game, and everyone will be watching.

Can't hold back! !

Qian Shi's eyes became firm, and he threw the ball up.

The ball was thrown very high, causing exclamations from the sidelines.

If a person moves the body's center of gravity backward before throwing the ball, the thrown ball will naturally fly behind him.

and so.

Throwing the tennis ball too high is likely to cause posture distortion and even serve errors.

"Shua." Amidst many puzzled gazes, Qianshi jumped up high, raised his right tennis racket, and slammed it down hard like a smash.

"boom."

When the tennis ball collided with the racket, it seemed that a shock wave exploded, and then it exploded towards Lan Shendai like a cannonball.

"Throw the tennis ball hard, when the ball is at the highest point, the body jumps up, and hits the ball in the form of a smash, so that the ball will not only have strength and speed, but also part of the strength of the body. This kind of serve can be understood as a heavy artillery style. Serve the ball, and a weaker person can't return it at all."

"At the beginning, he was selected into the Neon Youth Team by relying on this cannon." Gan Xuxie said.

But does this hand serve really work for Jindailan?
The answer is obviously no.

At the moment when the ball bounced off the ground, a red tennis racket was quietly printed on its inevitable trajectory.

"Bang." The tennis ball immediately flew back towards the path it came from.

Without hesitation, Qianshi immediately headed towards the ball, strode out, stepped hard on the ground, and swung his right arm out.

When the ball hits the racket, the force transmitted is not as strong as he imagined, but rather weak.

"What's going on?" With such doubts, Qianshi hit the ball back, but saw that Jindai Lan was already standing loosely, waiting for the ball to arrive.

"Qianshi, let me see how lucky you are."

Jindailan took a step back, raised the racket with his right hand slightly, and pulled it out forcefully in the posture of cutting the ball.

"Shua." The tennis ball headed towards Qianshi's half court at a bottom angle.

"Is this posture a phoenix returning to its nest?" Qianshi, who had watched the video, immediately recognized the posture of Lan Shendailan when he hit the ball.

"The ball will not bounce when it hits the ground, it will go forward along the ground, so you have to hit back before it hits the ground!" Qianshi strode forward, with a phantom in his figure, and swung the racket precisely before the tennis ball hit the ground.

"Tch." The tennis ball spun wildly, and under Qianshi's astonished gaze, it crossed a strange angle, skipped his face, and flew high into the sky.

"15-0." The referee's voice trembled slightly.

"Did the ball bounce off the racket toward your face?" Qianshi's eyes widened, and he stroked his face with lingering fear, and there was a slight tingling feeling from there.

"Hey, your luck seems to be really good. The ball didn't hit your face." Shendailan's surprised voice reached his ears.

When playing this cool volley, Shendailan deliberately applied a rotation that almost turned towards the face.

The chance of this ball hitting the face should be above 80.00%.

However, the ball brushed Qian Shi's face and passed.

Lucky Thousand Stones really lived up to its reputation.

Following the creed of scientific verification, Shendailan intends to continue to test how metaphysical Qianshi's luck is.

"It's really interesting, hurry up and serve." Shendailan returned to the previous position with the racket in his hand, and said gently.

"This guy, do you regard the game as a game?" Qian Shi caressed his face blankly, only feeling shuddering.

(End of this chapter)