Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 108 The acting fight is over, the god acting blue makes a move
"Today, I'm really unlucky." Qianshi's pupils were full of fear.

Shendailan in sight was like a god of death, chasing him constantly, wielding the scythe of death.

Now the score is 5-3.

He was one game away from losing the match completely, but he wanted to lose more than ever.

This is how to escape from this place.

His eyelids were drooping, and he kept the serving posture for a long time, and he didn't recover until the referee reminded him.

"Shua!" He tossed the ball and was about to jump up, but his vision suddenly went dark, and he was caught off guard and swung an empty racket.

"Faulty serve."

Qian Shi squatted down in a state of embarrassment, fumbling for the ball, his eyes full of fear.

"I can't see it, why can't I see it?!" He murmured to himself in panic, finally groped for the tennis ball on the ground, and grabbed it tremblingly.

"He covered the doll's eyes." Gan noticed the movement of Jindai Lan.

"It's horrible, I don't want to play with him." Kikumaru hid behind Dashi, fearful.

"This kind of ability may only be comparable to Yukimura, the son of God. Tezuka, the chances of us encountering Fudo Peak at this metropolitan conference are very high. No one has a [-]% chance of winning against the Age of Gods." To Tezuka, the words were not finished, but everyone knew the meaning.

For Seigaku's victory, he wanted Tezuka to avoid Kandairan.

Tezuka's eyes were calm and calm, no one could see through his inner thoughts.

"Okay." After a while, Tezuka, who cherishes words like gold, spat out a word.

"Then our goal is to win three rounds in advance, otherwise, we will lose." Gan brows were furrowed, and he whispered.

"Faulty serve.

"15-0."

"30-0."

At this time, under the unbearable eyes of everyone, Qian Shi had already sent away two points.

"Huchihuchi." He panted hard, exhausted physically and mentally.

There is even a faint tendency to collapse.

"Looks like it's over." Shendai Lan shook his head secretly.

Qianshi is not like Bu Er, a player who can make a breakthrough in one fell swoop. The problem with Qianshi is the current tennis style.

It is necessary to overthrow the current tennis and relearn new tennis.

This is a big project.

All Shendailan can do is to make him understand that tennis is not a game of luck.

Thinking of this, Komyo Lan removed the hand covering the doll.

"Let's end it quickly." He walked into the court carrying the racket.

"Oh, can't you play?" Fake Qianshi felt a little regretful, but chose to accept it.

He looked at Qianshi and said with a smile: "Qianshi, you are really lucky. To be able to fight against the Age of God, you must become stronger. I will look forward to the second fight with you."

"Don't talk so much about clones." With a wave of Shendai Lan's hand, the fake Qianshi immediately turned into liquid and disappeared into the air together with the doll.

"Hurry up and serve." Jindai Lan looked at Qianshi with an indifferent expression.

"Is it over? I can see it." Qianshi's chest rose and fell violently like a blower.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, but found that his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

"Shua." He tossed the ball, and the direction of the ball was a little backward. He had no choice but to take a step back, bent his body back, and then sent the ball.

"His posture has been completely deformed, and his mentality has collapsed." Countless people shook their heads.

Mentality is the most important thing for a tennis player.

If you even think that you can't win, how can you come back.

"Bang." As soon as the ball passed the net, it flew upside down at a faster speed, hitting Qianshi's feet and popping up. Qianshi didn't even make a tentative swing.

"40-0."

One last ball left.

"Qianshi, what are you doing, be serious." Several Yamabuki Zhengxuan shouted angrily.

Even if Yamabuki loses, he can't lose so ugly.

Among so many countries, even Lihai came to watch the battle, but Sengoku represented Yamabuki!

Qianshi threw the ball numbly, and the voices of disputes kept coming to mind.

"Cheer up, this is already the last ball, you can't just lose like this."

"The opponent is too scary. Anyway, it's the last ball, so let's lose like this."

The two villains in my mind had a fight.

Finally, Qianshi's eyes became clear.

"Kindai, you are really strong. You made me understand that there are such terrifying existences among my peers. Compared with you, maybe my talent is nothing at all." He held onto the tennis ball tightly.

"Thank you for making me realize how naive I was in the past, I will find a way to change!"

Qianshi threw the tennis ball vigorously.The ball was thrown very high, and at the highest point, he jumped up suddenly, his eyes focused like never before.

No matter what the outcome is, no matter whether the opponent will use that terrifying skill, now he only wants to play this ball well.

At least.

To score a point.

"Tiger Cannon!" His arm muscles bulged, and he grabbed the tennis racket and buckled it down hard.

This is the perfect tiger cannon, even more powerful than his past tiger cannon.

"Whoosh!" The tennis ball was like a cannonball passing over the net, bringing up a sharp wind, before it arrived, the momentum had arrived, and the rolled up wind blew on his face, making Shendailan show a long-lost satisfaction.

"This ball is so interesting."

"Then let you see it, a blow that weighs like a thousand pounds."

"Buzz." There was the faint sound of spears hitting in the air, and the steel chariot faintly emerged, with the bones of beasts embedded in the whole body, the steel wheels were thick and strong, the wind howled past, and the red light condensed at the muzzle of the gun.

"Breaking the Way 63 Thunder Roar Cannon."

"boom."

At the moment when Jindai Lan's racket collided with the ball, the huge force seemed to find an outlet, leaning out, engulfing the tennis ball and heading towards Qianshi.

The extremely violent power turned the thunder and lightning into red, rushing up.

Qianshi's pupils were occupied by red, and the thunder and lightning rushing in the air made his body feel paralyzed.

"Is this your power? Age of Gods."

"You are far stronger than I thought."

"Ahhhh!"

He roared angrily, clapped his hands, and rushed forward frantically.

"Is he crazy? This ball can't be caught!!" Many people in the audience were restless.

They couldn't understand Qianshi's behavior.

"Qianshi is pure, although it is a little weaker, but it is not bad." Atobe's deadly tsundere praised him.

"Sure enough, the Age of Gods will end with me."

When the racket was touched, an unstoppable force struck, and the upward-spinning tennis ball directly drove Qianshi's body.

"Bang." When Qianshi's body was at least one meter above the ground, the seemingly strong racket finally broke under the weight, and Qianshi also fell from the air to the ground.

"laugh."

The tennis ball pierced through the racket flew high into the air and disappeared from sight.

"Sengoku!" Masayoshi from Yamabuki Middle School hurried into the venue.

"I'm fine, everyone." Qianshi climbed up with difficulty, only to find that his arms had lost all feeling, and there was a faint thunder and lightning wrapped around his buttocks, which made his butt hurt from the landing.

"Crack." At this moment, the tennis ball slowly fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and stopped.

Everyone looked at it, but found that the tennis ball was completely charred and black.

(End of this chapter)