Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 26 Akutsu

The number of balls was still increasing. Under the numb eyes of everyone, Shendailan easily completed ten balls in a row.

"Is this really something humans can do?" Chitose couldn't help but muttered to himself.

The interval between each ball is less than 0.5 seconds, that is to say, Shendailan needs to complete a swing within 0.5 seconds to return all ten balls.

"Look at where the ball landed." Under Tachibana Jiping's reminder, everyone was even more horrified to find that there was only one ball mark on the court.

This also means that when Shendailan returned ten balls, he also hit all the balls in one place.

This is no longer a level of skill.

"Come and see God." Akira Kamio was stunned and muttered to himself.

"Stop talking, I'm the minister's number one loyal fan." Ishida Tetsu looked adoring.

"It seems that we still have a long way to go." Chitose and Tachibana Jihei looked at each other, and both could see the bitterness in their eyes.

"The striking feeling of ordinary racquets is so wonderful, and the difficulty of mastering is less than one tenth of that of cross racquets."

It has been a long time since Jindailan has used an ordinary racket. This time, when I try it out, I feel integrated with the tennis ball when I return the ball. I can easily control the landing and rotation of the ball.

It is no exaggeration to say that with a normal racket, his ghost can kill people.

Noticing the onlookers of the club members, Komyo Lan put away the racket and walked towards the crowd.

"Today's training ended quite quickly. It seems that you are already familiar with this rhythm."

The trainer will report the daily training status of all members, so Shendailan has the latest information on everyone.

"Crack." He took off a wristband from his hand and threw it on the ground.

The cuffs hit the ground with a dull sound.

Akira Kamio was curious to take it, but his expression changed suddenly the moment he took it.

The feedback from his hands convinced him that this wrist brace weighed at least five catties.

And just such similar wristbands were worn on both hands and legs of Shendailan.

"Gulong." He swallowed hard.

"From tomorrow, each of you will have to wear weights for training. There is only one month before the regional competition. Whether you want to be a mediocre gangster in the middle school tennis club, or surprise everyone, all choices are yours."

Shendailan's eyes swept over every face.

The firmness in everyone's eyes can be seen.

"The future is waiting for you to open up, so try your best."

Since Chitose Chisato joined Fudo Peak, all Fudo Peak Tennis Club members have a stronger fighting spirit.

They know that they must seize these 20 days of training time.

Because the main draw will take place after 20 days.

From the moment they joined the tennis club, they didn't want to just do nothing and become low-level members.

After obtaining many resources provided by the Age of Gods consortium, they also saw the hope of becoming the main election.

Naturally, you will train harder.

Jindai Lan is quite satisfied with the current state of Fudo Peak.

However, talented club members are not enough.

Fudofeng also needs to be able to become a national-level player in a short period of time to join.

You must know that the Lihai University in the national competition is basically at the national level, and you can pick out any member who can beat most of Fudo Peak.

There are also a number of competitive junior high schools such as Higa Middle School, Qingxue, and Sitianbaosi.

"Looks like we need to collect information." The eyes of Jindai's blue thick lenses flickered.

Reality is reality and anime is anime.

Even if you have watched the anime of The Prince of Tennis and really traveled here, you can't completely follow the anime to figure out the progress and core members of each country.

The butterfly effect is unpredictable.

"At this stage, we must quickly absorb him into Fudo Peak." A beast-like genius figure appeared in Shendai Lan's mind.

In a remote alley.

"Don't fight, don't fight, there is really nothing left."

Two short-haired men with earrings and tattooed arms collapsed tremblingly in the corner with horrified expressions.

It is said that bad neon walks are windy, and each one is more ruthless than the other.

It is hard to imagine what kind of terrifying existence can make them show the expression of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"That's it? Trash." A pair of big feet kicked the bad body hard, the voice was arrogant and full of sarcasm.

For bad, face is almost as important as the guy who eats, but at this moment they are like cats completely swallowed by fear, curled up in the corner.

"Trash is trash." Bigfoot's owner is a white-haired delinquent, Yakutsu.His height is above 180.The expression is ferocious, and the eyes with single eyelids are as fierce as beasts, hiding tyranny.

As he counted the money in his hands, the dissatisfaction in his eyes continued to grow.

"Slap." He suddenly slapped a slap, directly touching a bastard's face to the wall.

"Bang." Continuous fists fell on the two delinquents like raindrops, and the entire alley was filled with screams of fear.

Pedestrians in the past avoided it and quickened their pace one after another.

I don't know how long the fight lasted, the two delinquents were dying, and Yajiujin finally stopped.

"Go away." He said in a low voice.

The two delinquents, who looked like dead people, got up and ran out of the alley as if they were born again.

"tui." Looking at the distressed back, Ajiujin spat hard on the ground.

Looking at the few banknotes in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed together.

"I'll give you 50 to join the Fudo Peak Tennis Club." Suddenly, a calm male voice sounded from the alley.

Yajiujin's hairs stood on end immediately, and he suddenly looked towards the place where the sound came from, and found that at some point in time, there was a person hiding in the dark corner of the alley.

When did he come, I didn't find out at all.

Akutsu's keen intuition can always see the troubles around him, but this time, the beast-like intuition failed.

He narrowed his eyes, the solemnity and fear in his heart made him instinctively angry.

Since he was a child, he has basically never had such emotions.

His dignity did not allow him to have such emotions.

Therefore, his eyes began to be filled with tyranny.

"Tennis? I'm not interested in such boring things." Ajiujin's mouth twitched, showing a dangerous expression.

"Oh? That's up to you." Shendai Lan unfolded from the darkness, pointed his right finger at the trash can in front of him seemingly at random, and the next moment, the trash can flew upside down and rolled several meters away as if being kicked hard .

Jindai Lan showed a harmless smile.

"Now, you may not have understood me."

"I give you two options."

"First, accept 50 yuan and join Fudo Peak with dignity."

"Second, I will clean up the meal and join Fudo Peak in a mess."

Hearing Shendailan's words, Yajiujin laughed instead of anger, took a step forward, and punched Shendailan with his right fist: "I hate others ordering me, go to hell!"

(End of this chapter)