Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 110 Fuji Shusuke's Battle Intent

"I knew it." Echizen pressed his hat, with a helpless expression on his face.

Unsurprisingly, he was doomed.

Unlike Echizen Ryoma's helplessness, Akutsu was full of fighting spirit.

"Hey, if I win, it's okay for you to do anything, right?" He asked with a malicious expression.

"Of course, as long as it doesn't violate the law." Shendailan spread his hands.

"Very well, then I'll predict 6-1." Akutsu grinned.

Guan Yue doesn't have any muscles on his body, and his shooting posture is fairly standard, but it just gives people a soft feeling, and his strength is definitely not strong.

On the contrary, Fuji Shusuke has completed the evolution after being baptized by Godai Lan, and the current Fuji Shusuke is a player that Akutsu dare not guarantee that he can win.

So the score of 6-1 is still stable.

"Then I'll go 6-3." Echizen Ryoma frowned, thinking.

He has his own considerations.

Fuji Zhouzhu's strength is indeed very strong, and it is easy to crush Guanyue.

but!

The fatal flaw of Fujisuke's character is letting go of water.

He will definitely not go all out, but will slowly force Guanyue to use all his strength.

Based on his understanding of Fuji, Echizen Ryoma would boldly give a score of 6-3.

"6-3? Echizen, you're so smart that you chose the score I wanted." Kojiro Lan made a helpless and regretful expression.

"Then I can only choose 6-0." However, he changed the subject and said with a smile.

"Oh, something is wrong." Echizen's expression froze, and an ominous premonition spontaneously appeared in his heart.

"6-0, you think squinting too much." Akutsu laughed arrogantly.

Echizen secretly shook his head.

Senior Yakutsu, you are really too tough. Since the minister proposed to play this game, it means that he has full confidence in winning.

Qingxue also noticed Fudofeng who came to the stands.

"Do they want to see how we defeat Saint Rudolph?" Taocheng said carelessly.

"After this competition, we will compete with Yinhua for the place in the final, and Fudongfeng's opponent is Bingdi." Qian's eyes flickered, extremely dignified: "Our chance of defeating Yinhua is as high as 89%, but we can't beat Yinhua. Neither Dongfeng nor Bingdi have a winning rate of less than 20%."

"Hey, come on, you're too disappointing, the game hasn't started yet!" Kikumaru protested dissatisfied.

"Although it's sad, this is a theory deduced from scientific data." Gan said with a blank expression.

"Don't worry about these things, as long as we play well in every game, our Qingxue will definitely enter the national competition this year." Tezuka said solemnly.

It's a bit sad to say that, Tezuka Kunimitsu, who should have been ranked first in the national middle circle in terms of strength, didn't just yearn for the national championship, but just entered the national competition.

What an irony.

In the arena, Guan Yue glanced at Fuji Yuta on Qingxue's side, with a chill in his eyes.

He took a fancy to Fuji Yuta's talent, brought him to St. Rudolph, and taught him the unique skill of spinning the ball outside.

In the end, he lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot.

Fuji Yuta not only left St. Rudolph, but also joined Seigaku to become St. Rudolph's opponent.

Seeing the hostility in Bu Er's eyes, Guan Yue only felt irritated for a while.

I raised my younger brother for you, but you still look at me like this!
"Hmph. Two brothers who don't know how to be grateful." He couldn't help but sneer.

"Grateful? You want me to be grateful for teaching Yuta a game that will affect your physical development?" Hearing this, Fuji's expression turned cold, and a cold light flickered in his eyes.

Guan Yue was at a loss for words, and took a moment to argue: "Cut, this is all for victory. Without that skill, he is nothing but cannon fodder now!"

"Damn it, Guanyue." Fuji Yuta grabbed the barbed wire angrily and stared at the field.

"It's useless to say more, let's guess." Fuji turned the racket.

"front."

"Qingxue Fuji will help kick off the ball." Under the referee's announcement, the two stood up on their respective courts.

"It seems that they have a grudge." Echizen Ryoma narrowed his eyes: "Judging from Fuji Shusuke's character, he will slowly tease this guy, so, senior, is your prediction of 6-0 ill-considered? "After careful thinking, Echizen Ryoma finally came to the conclusion that Jindai Lan would overturn.

"Oh? That's not necessarily the case. The current Fujisuke is not the past Fujisuke." What Shendai Lan said is worth thinking about.

"Shua." Fujisuke raised his arm and turned the tennis ball vigorously. The tennis ball fell freely under the high-speed rotation.

"Whoosh." The tennis ball immediately flew towards Guanyue.

"Hit the ball? Could it be?" This familiar movement made Echizen Ryoma feel ominous.

"This ball will disappear." Fuji Shusuke returned to his usual smile.

The next moment, the trajectory of the tennis ball after it crossed the net suddenly became weird and elusive. It flashed continuously in the air, left and right, up and down, and disappeared from sight completely after forming countless afterimages.

"Hmph, the missing serve? It's useless. I have carefully collected the match between you and the Age of God. I have already seen through the disappearing serve. The angle is raised by 15 degrees, and the racket is lowered by 5 degrees. Take a step forward , with a standard force, you can fight back." Guanyue showed a wild smile on his face, laughed, and swung his racket suddenly.

"Oh? It seems that he is also a data type, and he seems to be very powerful!" Kikumaru looked stunned.

"Wow, this moon watching seems to have two brushes." Many junior high school candidates also whispered.

"Bang." The tennis ball flew out of the court.

"15-0."

The venue was silent, and it was only for a moment that there was a burst of laughter.

"Is this a joke?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"How is it possible? His counterattack is different from what the data shows." Guan Yue couldn't believe it.

"It seems that Fujisuke is going to be fully fired." Echizen Ryoma sighed.

"Damn it, why is this waste so bad!" Yajiujin grabbed the barbed wire angrily and yelled at Guanyue: "Hey, boy, be serious, or I will kill you."

"Kindai? So you're here too." Fuji Zhousuke noticed Shendai Lan with deep eyes.

After that battle with you, the desire to win and lose in my body seems to be on fire. In order to defeat you, I will train harder.

In this game, I will let you see the results of training.

"Whoosh." Fujisuke spun the ball and sent out another serve that disappeared.

"30-0."

"40-0."

"Game, 1-0, Qingxue Fujizuo takes the lead."

"Damn it, how could this be? Why is his ability and statistics completely different?" Guan Yue was puzzled.

When passing by, Fuji Zhousuke said: "Hey, the data you collected has long been outdated, and no one will stand still."

　The first order is about 1550, not bad
　
(End of this chapter)