Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 337 Extra vs. Echizen Nanjiro’s unreserved battle

"Papa." Nanjiro patted the tennis ball gently.

Although I have been training for decades, I feel that the collision between the tennis ball and the ground is particularly crisp and sweet.

The blood in his body was boiling, and Nanjiro's eyes were particularly focused.

At this moment, he could no longer hear any cheers in his ears, and only Kamishiro Lan was in sight.

This is a sign of extreme concentration.

He seems to have returned to the moment when he competed in the World Championships at the age of 20. His body has endless strength and endless energy to run.

"Qiang!" There was a faint sound of swords in the air, and the other dimension was screaming and excited!

"Man, you've been waiting for a long time! Let's have a big fight!"

"Whoa." He threw the ball, jumped up suddenly, followed the falling tennis ball with his eyes, waved his right arm, and the racket made bursts of wind.

"boom!!"

With a loud noise, the tennis ball turned into a yellow beam and instantly came to Kamidaoran.

Jindai's blue eyes narrowed, with murderous intent in his cold gaze, and the racket in his right hand headed towards the tennis ball without hesitation.

"Bang." The tennis ball flew back at a faster speed. Just after it passed the net, Nanjiro's figure appeared, intercepted the tennis ball and hit it to the bottom corner on the other side.

"Such a fast speed. Is this the strength of a tennis legend? In just the blink of an eye, he ran from the baseline to the front of the net."

The commentator was shocked.

"We can see that the Jindai Blue player is still standing in the same place after returning the ball, but the tennis ball has passed the net. Is this ball going to lose points? What!?! The Jindai Blue player has disappeared!"

"Sound." Kamidailan's body suddenly twisted and disappeared into the space. At the moment when the tennis ball bounced and was about to fly out of bounds, Kamidailan's figure solidified and the racket firmly caught the tennis ball.

"Hey, this step is much more powerful than Shunpo." While chatting and laughing, Vietnam Jiro took a step back and waved freely with his right hand.

"Hey." The tennis ball that entered the racket spun wildly, almost turning into a drill, trying to penetrate the racket directly, but the owner of the racket's arm was exaggeratedly steady. After the smooth posture, the racket bloomed with light, carrying the tennis ball slightly. Through an exaggerated arc, he headed towards the other half of the God's Blue.

The moment Nanjiro swung the racket, Kamishiro Ami's body had already activated, like a vigorous cheetah, quickly running to the other half of the court, waiting in advance before the tennis ball hit the ground.

When the tennis ball fell, the racket brought up a large phantom, hitting the tennis ball to the other side of Nanjiro.

"Did you directly predict the direction of my return? Interesting." Nanjiro raised his eyebrows and stood directly on the spot.

"Whoa." The tennis ball flew into the air, and a big hand seemed to appear, pulling it towards Nanjiro.

The exaggerated arc of the tennis ball's flight immediately aroused exclamations from the audience.

"Isn't this Tezuka's domain?" The commentator looked at Tezuka Kunimitsu in surprise.

In this world competition, Tezuka Kunimitsu also relied on the Tezuka Domain and the advanced Supreme Domain to achieve his worth.

"It is easy for Mr. Nanjiro to control the arc of the tennis ball so that it flies towards you after being hit back. This control of spin is not something I invented. To be precise, I am an imitator of Mr. Nanjiro. "Tezuka Kunimitsu said modestly.

The symbol of Echizen Nanjiro is samurai tennis.

It is precisely because of the strength of Samurai Tennis that everyone subconsciously ignores his other skills.

Field is one of those skills.

Nanjiro once again hit the ball to the other side of Jindai Ami.

Consuming the opponent's physical strength by pulling back and forth is a common trick used by professional players.

"Are you going to use your domain on me? You are really confident." Jindailan snorted coldly, his eyes became cold, and the racket in his right hand made a weird arc, and the air flow condensed in it.

"The Eighth Rebuke of the Way of Binding."

Jindailan plans to use airflow to break the opponent's rotation!

However, when the tennis ball flew into the air, it flew towards Nanjiro in an exaggerated arc again.

"The airflow control of the binding path is not enough." Seeing this, Jindailan frowned, and he took steps to catch up with the tennis ball that was knocked back again.

"61 of Binding Dao: Six Sticks of Light Prison."

"Bang." The tennis ball flew towards the sky with a yellow light trajectory, and an invisible big hand appeared again, pulling the tennis ball towards Nanjiro in mid-air.

There was light at the end of the sky, and then I saw several yellow lightsabers flying towards me, stabbing the tennis ball continuously.

Under uncontrollable force, the tennis ball immediately fell towards the ground. "Young man, play well." Nanjiro's expression changed slightly, and he could only take steps to chase the tennis ball.

His domain was cracked.

"I didn't expect your Binding Dao to be so strong."

Nanjiro praised.

In the previous games of Kamidaoran, all Hakkai and even Kidō were played with a closed mind.

It is no exaggeration to say that if he goes all out, just a high-numbered lane break can kill many weak professional players.

On Nanjiro's racket, a delicate cold light flashed away, and there seemed to be the sound of a sword being drawn out.

It was crisp and sweet, with no heavy sound like the racket and tennis ball colliding, but the ball had already arrived in front of Kamishiro Ami.

"Tsk." The tennis ball split from the middle, the cut surface was neat and flat, and it hit the ground and flew out of bounds.

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

The scene fell into silence, and then cheers broke out.

The camera focused on Nanjiro. His strong curves and confident lips were undoubtedly telling everyone that he was back.

At that moment, everyone couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

What they saw seemed to be the peak Echizen Nanjiro at the age of 20, who had just entered the professional arena.

"It's amazing." Jindailan looked at the tennis ball that was split in half and said to himself in admiration.

Still maintaining such physical functions and mental state at this age, Nanjiro Echizen is worthy of the ceiling in the original work.

but.

The game has just begun.

This is a showdown between gods and gods.

It will also be the last step for God's Blue to become a tennis legend.

Not bad!

Kamishiro Aoi doesn’t want to become another tennis legend.

He wants to go further!
"Bang!!" The two began to fight anxiously again.

Tennis balls kept flying between the two.

Shunpo and Hibiki are so easy to use that no matter what kind of tennis ball, Jindai Lan can easily catch up.

Although Echizen Nanjiro's pace is not as fancy as Kamishiro Ai's, his amazing foot power and exaggerated physical strength can ensure that he can catch up with the tennis ball flying anywhere.

Without the use of any extra-dimensional or ball skills, the two of them were fighting heartily.

Sweat begins to appear on their foreheads, and their eyes are filled with love for tennis.

Everything in the world seemed to be still, except for the sound of two people fighting.

All the professional players stood up movedly. Standing in their realm, what they saw was their original intention and their love for tennis.

"Kamidai, it's quite fun playing with you." Nanjiro laughed: "It would be great if I could be born 20 years later, so that I can keep playing games with you."

"Senior, why don't I want to be born 20 years earlier." Kamidaoran also showed a long-lost smile: "You are lucky to meet me, but what about 20 years later."

Yeah, 20 years later.

Who can become the opponent of God's Blue?

For Nanjiro, Kamishiro Ami is the opponent he has been waiting for for decades.

But for Kamishiro Ai, Nanjiro is not the opponent he can finally enjoy.

"Come on!!!" Nanjiro's momentum soared into the sky, and his whole body burst into dazzling light: "Fight without reservation, don't leave any regrets."

This time, he's going to give it his all.

At least, don’t let Shendailan have any regrets!
(End of this chapter)