Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 221 Shocking the audience, a terrifying goal

"In the last metropolitan meeting, Tezuka lost by a big score. Now, can he force out more strength from Jindai Lan?" Inoue Mamoru's eyes were filled with inexplicable color.

In his mind, Tezuka is definitely one of the top three geniuses in the national competition.

But the gap with God's Blue is still terrifying.

"Yazhi."

"I know, senior." Saori slapped Shendailan fiercely.

"Give Tezuka some shots, too."

"Kakkaka."

"Tezuka Kunimitsu? Seems to be Yamato's successor?" On the side of the First Army, Watanabe said with a smile.

"He's a very talented guy, and his field is...very good."

Irie Kanata's words attracted Watanabe's attention: "Even you say he is very good. It seems that Tezuka Kunimitsu is really a genius."

"Hey, if not unexpected, we will see him in U17 soon." Irie Kanata shrugged.

Watanabe's expression suddenly changed.

This evaluation is incredible.

"Ah, I seem to have caught up with an incredible game." From the audience, Nanjiro arrived on flip-flops, stroked his breath, and saw Komyo Aiwa walking towards the field. After Tezuka Kunimitsu, he muttered to himself in surprise.

"Nanjiro, you're an old man." Sumire Ryuzaki had already seen Nanjiro when he entered the auditorium, and walked away immediately.

"Damn old woman, why are you still here? You haven't retreated yet." Nanjiro lowered his head slightly, let the sunglasses slide down to the end of the bridge of his nose, and looked at Sumire Ryuzaki with displeased eyes.

"You bastard, what are you talking about!" Sumire Ryuzaki burst into anger.

After she calmed down, she asked slowly, "Why did you come to the game? Did you want to see how your Echizen changed to a new school?" Her tone was filled with resentment.

"I'm not interested in seeing that brat in my family." Nanjiro pretended not to hear the resentment.

"I'm here to see my students." As he said, Nanjiro took out a Fudo Peak signboard and hung it on his chest: "Damn old woman, look after me, I am now Fudo Peak's coach."

After speaking, he walked towards the field with steps that his relatives did not recognize.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to be angry with Sumire Ryuzaki.

"This kid!" Sumire Ryuzaki's angry expression twisted, and she sat down with her chest in her arms, sullen all by herself.

But in fact, there is more confusion in my heart.

"Nanjiro, have you joined Fudo Peak yet? Is there any hope for Aigaku?"

"Coach." The members of Fudo Peak all looked respectful and surprised.

In the past, although Nanjiro had the name of Fudomine's coach, he never came to watch the game live. This move is quite unexpected.

"Well, don't worry about me, I'll just take a look." Nanjiro sat on the coach's bench with his hands behind his back.

The view is wide and the players can be seen at a glance.

"Well, is this how a coach feels? No wonder the old woman has been in that position for more than ten or twenty years." Nanjiro couldn't help muttering.

"Sir, please don't trespass on the playing field." The referee warned.

"He is our Fudo Peak's coach." The referee nodded and looked away until someone explained.

"The coach is here." Qing Xue noticed Sumire Ryuzaki, and there was a commotion.

Many people dare not look into Ryuzaki Sumire's eyes.

"Come on!" Sumire Ryuzaki said with complicated eyes.

Tezuka subconsciously tightened his racket, and looked at Jindai Lan with fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Oh, what a touching teacher-student bond." Jindai Lan showed a kind smile: "Let me have fun today."

"Pros or cons?"

"opposite!"

"You guessed it right."

Lan Jindai held the racket, walked to the back, and made a ready posture.

Tezuka, who got the right to serve, looked dignified.

"Crack." He patted the tennis ball lightly, then tossed it high, and when the tennis ball fell to a certain height, he raised his right hand and clasped it down forcefully.

"So fast!" The audience's eyes lit up.

"The impeccable serving posture, the strength and speed of the serve are quite good, this Tezuka is a bit interesting." The first army is full of old seniors, and it is a dimensionality reduction blow to the national players. You can basically guess this player at a glance. general strength.

It is not difficult to see that Tezuka's strength is top-notch at the national level.

"Bang." Facing the oncoming tennis ball, Kojiro Ai swung his racket with ease, with a calm expression on his face. The next moment, the tennis ball circled an exaggerated arc and headed towards the bottom line of Tezuka's other half.

"This spin!" While swinging the racket, Tezuka felt the weirdness of the tennis ball, and the ball he hit back turned into a topspin ball.

"Has it started, Domain?" Tezuka's eyes sank.

In the Capital Conference, his field was completely suppressed. If he still played at the same pace this time, he would lose soon.

"The game is about to start." Shen Dailan moved lightly, and when tennis came, the freehand brushwork of the racket was on the inevitable track.

"Shua." The tennis ball was given a powerful spin and headed towards Tezuka.

There was a look of anticipation in Jindai Lan's eyes.

Tezuka's talent is definitely the top group in the original book, and even the German team extended an olive branch afterwards.

Tezuka had already opened the Perfect Clothes at the Metropolitan Assembly. Although the light at that time was a little dim, but being able to open all the doors of selflessness at this age is enough to be called stunning talent.

Jindailan looks forward to Tezuka showing more talents and potential.

Perhaps it is possible to combine the Tezuka Domain with the Phantom to create the Supreme Domain!

"Tezuka, do your best!" Kandai Lan's pupils were filled with fighting spirit.

"Buzz." Tezuka's arm suddenly burst into dazzling white light, and during the swing, it seemed that a shock wave burst out, carrying the tennis ball with an unstoppable momentum, piercing the air, and blasting away.

Qian: "Selfless Realm [-], the limit of hard work. Concentrate the power of "Selfless Realm" on the left hand, reduce physical fatigue, and return all the spin, destructive power, and speed of the incoming ball. Tezuka wants violence Break through the realm of the Age of Gods?"

"It can't be cracked just by hard work!" Shendai Lan suddenly swung the racket like a sharp blade, and a shock wave burst out.

"Tch." The tennis ball was distorted by the shock wave, and one side was dented exaggeratedly, and then exploded with airflow.

Accompanied by the sound of the explosion, the whizzing tennis ball passed by Tezuka Kunimitsu's right side, and the air current brought up curled up his bangs, revealing a pair of slightly shocked eyes.

"Crack!" The tennis ball smashed like a barbed wire fence, almost half embedded in it.

"Ten, fifteen to zero." Even though the referee had done countless psychological work for himself before the game, telling himself to remain calm and show professionalism, his voice trembled at this moment.

"It's so fast, my eyes didn't catch it." Echizen Ryoma rubbed his eyes in shock.

"The power and speed of this ball from the Age of God far surpassed those who have been tempered for thousands of years." Gan pushed his glasses: "Swing out the racket, and the ball frame is aimed at the tennis ball. Because of the extreme power, there will be a shock wave. Therefore, even if the tennis ball does not enter the racket , was also hit back by the shock wave, rather than saying that this is a basic counterattack, it is better to say that this is the way of the sword."

(End of this chapter)