Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 149 Lost Eyes

Two minutes later, the second set started.

The audience once again fell into a short silence, and as Zhang Cheng and the others walked into the stadium, they cheered again.

"Zhang Cheng, come on."

"Zhang Cheng, come on..."

In terms of popularity, Zhang Cheng, who has the home court advantage, is naturally more popular. This makes Ai Li on the opposite side feel jealous.

"Smash you."

Ai Li glared at Zhang Cheng fiercely.

Regarding this, Zhang Cheng smiled frankly, and then said something that Ai Li could not understand:
"Your gaze is gone!"

"Hmph, this round will blow you up."

Ali went back behind the baseline and pulled a tennis ball out of his pocket.

The radiance gushing out from his body was full of brilliance, and then, the eighteenth floor of the ladder reappeared.

"Zhang Cheng, in order to thank you for helping me set foot on the ladder, this game should be regarded as my return gift to you."

Ai Li uttered wild words, and then he saw Zhang Cheng change the racket to his left hand.

"Ok?"

Don't want to win?

Then, a terrifying scene appeared. The jet-black light completely spread over Zhang Cheng's body. The rich jet-black light did not float particles like normal light, but instead devoured people like a dark abyss.

Of course, the most frightening thing is the ladder road suddenly rising behind Zhang Cheng, no, it should be called hell road.

On the top step of the top-down, completely opposite hell road, a dark figure sat quietly on the second step.

clang clang clang.

The sound of the chains came to Ai Li's ears, and then, a dark light burst out from Zhang Cheng's eyes.

"Your gaze is gone." Zhang Cheng said again.

Ai Li remained silent, and finally understood why Zhang Cheng was so confident.

Broken eight.

The same is broken eight.

And that day the ladder was actually stepped on one step earlier than him.

Just horrible.

Ai Li took a deep breath, fortunately, he also took that step, so now, what he is fighting for is physical strength and willpower.

"Clap clap clap."

Ai Li slapped the tennis ball twice, and then, the ultimate golden light emerged, and a bell sounded from the ladder road behind him, but soon, as Zhang Cheng moved, the sound of the chain replaced the bell.

This was the first time the two met on the ladder, and it was obvious that Ai Li was at a disadvantage.

boom.

The strong light exploded, the golden particles floated erratically, and the mustard tennis ball was quickly thrown out, still accompanied by bursts of bells.

"It's noisy."

Zhang Cheng's footsteps moved sideways, and the pitch-black radiance instantly drowned out the golden light. On the road to hell, the pitch-black phantom raised his hand, and a dark chain flew out instantly, and then directly hit the ladder road behind Ai Li.

"boom."

Ai Li swayed for a while, and Tianti Road swayed twice under this attack, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

The two sides simply tugged twice, and then, Ai Li found himself in a trance.

"boom."

He didn't catch the ball, and at that moment, he lost sight of the tennis ball.

"0-15."

Of course, compared to not catching the ball, Ai Li felt that he was in a bad state. His Ladder Road was crumbling under the attack of the dark phantom behind Zhang Cheng. The feeling of dissipating.

Not good.

Very bad.

Ai Li rubbed his dry eyes, his eyes were slowly dimming.

"boom."

The mustard tennis ball was driven back and forth on both sides, but gradually, the golden light wrapped around it disappeared, and in the end, it was completely replaced by the jet black light.

boom.

"0-30."

boom.

"..."

"Zhang Cheng, 1-0."

"Swap venues."

Much faster than expected, the first game of the second set was played in just 6 minutes.

Everyone present noticed that something was wrong, Ai Li's movements seemed to have become a little deformed, and the movement of the swing became deformed.

"Are you tired?"

Someone asked.

However, it was soon discovered that the light in Aili's eyes was dimming.

"Eli, can't you see that pitch-black shot?"

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were on Ai Li's eyes.

This is already the second game, Zhang Cheng serves.

From the very beginning, Zhang Cheng used pitch-black shots, so from the very beginning, the light in Ai Li's eyes dimmed.

Afterwards, three balls were played, and Ai Li's eyes were completely dark.

Zhang Cheng is gone.

Tennis balls are gone too.

In his ears, Ai Li could hear at least ten hits, but as Ai Li hit the ball, the referee's voice came to his ears.

"15-0."

"30-0."

"..."

"Game Zhang Cheng, 2-0."

The second game was even faster than the first game, only took 5 minutes.

Ai Li began to panic in his heart. What he didn't notice was that the golden light of freedom on his body was also slowly dimming, but the jet-black light on Zhang Cheng's body became more and more intense.

It's just that Zhang Cheng is not feeling well now, his spine hurts a bit, which is due to being oppressed by Hell Road.

Zhang Cheng took a deep breath and slowly relieved the pain in his body.

Fortunately, he has been to the legendary grandma to practice, otherwise, he would have fallen now like he fought against Raphael before.

Ai Li was spinning around in a daze. It was very strange. His eyes could clearly see everything around him, even the tennis ball he had just pulled out, but he just couldn't see Zhang Cheng, and every move Zhang Cheng played. ball.

In the third game, he served.

It was obviously an extremely fast serve at the speed of light, but Zhang Cheng felt that the speed had dropped a lot.

The golden radiance on Aili's body danced even more, like a candle in the wind and rain, lingering on its last breath, feeling like it might be extinguished at any time.

"boom……"

Another series of batting sounds.

Ai Li judged the landing point and counterattack direction based on experience, but at the moment of catching the ball, Ai Li found himself empty.

The referee's voice sounded again:

"0-15."

"0-30."

"..."

"Game Zhang Cheng, 3-0, switch venues."

The time was shortened again, this time, Zhang Cheng only spent more than four minutes!
Ai Li suddenly woke up from the darkness, and the gaze in his eyes recovered again, revealing a trace of fear in the eyes looking at Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng, what did he do?
However, no one answered him, and the two of them returned to their seats to rest, so that Zhang Cheng could take a breath.

so tired.

The body has fallen into fatigue.

Especially the spine, it is really painful.

No wonder that Ai Li kept bending over just now, it seemed that he couldn't take it anymore.

On the sidelines, Zhang Cheng's cheers were still the main voice, but after looking around, Zhang Cheng found that the group of semi-finals next to him had ended.

So fast?
It wasn't until Zhang Cheng saw the two contestants talking and laughing together in the spectator booth that he understood.

Those two people probably just walked through the scene to pretend to be good at dealing with each other. After all, even the organizer probably didn't want them to be eliminated by one of them and consume a lot of energy.

The final is March NO.30, three days of rest is not enough for a professional player to recover to the top.

But Zhang Cheng didn't pay much attention to it, and it was only at Ai Li's level, and it was still not enough for him who still had a hole card.

The two returned to the court, and the moment they passed by each other, Aili's unfamiliar Chinese dialect rang out.

"Zhang Cheng, what did you do to me?"

Anyone who has been unable to see the tennis ball or their opponent can feel flustered.

"I said, I want to take your gaze away."

Zhang Cheng smiled, and then, the jet-black light burst out again.

The remaining three rounds will be resolved within 10 minutes.

Otherwise, Zhang Cheng himself would not be able to bear the oppression of the Poba Hell Road.

"Hmph, Zhang Cheng, you are too arrogant, I will destroy your brilliance."

After saying that, the two returned to their positions, and Zhang Cheng served in this round.

boom.

Again.

Ai Li collapsed, he could hear the sound, but he couldn't see the mustard tennis ball.

"15-0."

"30-0."

"..."

"Game Zhang Cheng, 4-0."

Everything seems to be caught in a cycle, and Ali's mentality is getting more and more broken.

Immediately afterwards, 5-0.

"15-0."

"30-0."

Zhang Cheng patted the tennis ball lightly twice, and quietly looked at the disappearing eyes of Ai Li on the opposite side.

Behind Ai Li, the ladder road has collapsed unknowingly, and the phantom figure who just took that step also retreated and returned to the starting point.

Even the radiance of freedom on his body was dimmed, leaving only a faint circle around his body.

"boom."

"40-0."

Ai Li had completely lost the movement of swinging his racket, and he even had bursts of auditory hallucinations in his ears.

It was the sound of chains, accompanied by whispers.

last ball.

"boom."

The jet-black light flashed past, and then, the mustard tennis ball bounced from Aili's feet and smashed into the first layer of the protective net and got stuck on it.

"Game Zhang Cheng won, 2-0, the score of the two sets was 7-6, 6-0, the game ended."

It wasn't until this time that Aili woke up from the darkness.

He raised his head dully, just in time to see Zhang Cheng's smiling face.

Ai Li's face turned pale, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Is this tennis?

It doesn't make any sense at all.

Zhang Cheng came to the China Open and looked at Ai Li and laughed out loud: "You played well, I'll get half of the gold bars!"

All of a sudden, Ali's face became foul.

bullion?

Jin you Lai Lai.

Can I still get gold bars by beating this shit up?
Ai Li had only one thought at the moment, and that was whether to return the box of deposit he received.

After all, he has worked hard to tell one thing!

Zhang Cheng shook his head and looked up at the championship trophy on the highest podium.

One more round.

That championship trophy belongs to him after all.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng turned his head to look at the anxious-looking rough ore uncle on the sidelines.

Macarons, right?
Then let you be a stepping stone on my way of kingship.

Zhang Cheng took a look at the task of The Way of the King. At this moment, the progress has become:

(99/100)

Only the last person left!
(End of this chapter)