Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 159 The Kingly Sword
"Clap clap clap."

The mustard tennis ball hit the ground twice and bounced back into Zhang Cheng's hand.

Then, under Dyson's calm gaze, a strong golden light suddenly burst out from Zhang Cheng's body.

In just a split second, Situ and the others in the spectator seats felt their eyes were blinded, and unbelievable tears flowed from the corners of their mouths...

The glory of the king.

Zhang Cheng called it the God of Heaven.

Dyson on the opposite side also briefly covered his eyes, and only after the golden light gradually retracted into Zhang Cheng's body did Dyson and the people around him open their eyes.

However, in an instant, countless wolves erupted on the court.

Is he still Zhang Cheng?

Under the brilliance of the kingly way, Zhang Cheng's hair stood up and glowed golden, and his team uniform looked much more elegant.

The golden pupils were full of majesty, and just a simple look at each other caused a strong pressure on everyone.

What a terrifying way of brilliance.

"boom."

The ultimate golden light flashed past, and everyone present came to their senses as the mustard tennis ball exploded at Dyson's feet.

The referee wiped his sweat.

What is this invisible pressure?

Is this the breath of the strong?
"15-0."

After watching several waves of videos repeatedly, the referee made a verdict.

In this regard, Dyson no longer retained his strength. The golden brilliance on Zhang Cheng had too much influence on him. He was not unable to react to the ball just now, but was suppressed.

The feeling of a supreme sword hanging above his head made Dyson feel that his head would fall if he moved a little.

Because of this, Dyson dare not bet!

However, as Dyson broke out with all his strength, the inexplicable pressure finally disappeared.

Zhang Cheng looked at Dyson opposite him with some surprise. The artistic conception of this person seemed to be a bit interesting, full of tyrannical feelings, but it was somewhat contradictory to Dyson's calm face.

This kind of feeling made Zhang Cheng think of his blue style at the first time, and that kind of hitting technique also made it difficult for the opponent to fight back with contradictory rotation.

"Clap clap clap."

Zhang Cheng took another two shots of the tennis ball before serving the second ball of the fourth round.

It was still the golden aurora piercing the space, but this time, Dyson obviously had the capital to contend.

The figure moved forward, and a black aura emerged from the racket. Afterwards, Zhang Cheng's kingly brilliance attached to the tennis ball was attracted to it, and then, it was snuffed out like a ghost.

"Black water!"

A strong spiritual will poured into the tennis ball, and in an instant, Zhang Cheng felt a cold chill.

However, as Zhang Cheng drew his sword out of its sheath, it instantly shattered the different-dimensional breath on the tennis ball, and then, the golden light shone again.

In this ball, the endless sword intent boiled, and together with the shining golden light, it was like a thousand swords returning to their ancestors.

In an instant, Dyson felt a cold sword intent piercing him. This ball felt like an indiscriminate blow.

will hurt...

This was Dyson's first thought, but with the re-use of the different-dimensional ball skill Black Water, the golden brilliance was submerged again, but the additional extreme sword intent pierced the Black Water and drilled out.

"30-0."

Just one goal, but it is full of games.

Dyson had already resisted the suppression of Zhang Cheng's golden brilliance with the aura of another dimension, but Zhang Cheng's sword intent was perfectly integrated into the brilliance, causing the ball to penetrate his racket.

There was no words on the sidelines, and Dyson didn't speak either, but quietly changed a new racket for himself.

It was still Zhang Cheng who served the ball, and then repeated the same trick.

Soon, Zhang Cheng won the round and the score became 3-1.

Dyson's face didn't change. On the contrary, even if Zhang Cheng repeated the same trick for the next two goals, the tension between the two sides became longer.

He is adapting, adapting to Zhang Cheng's rhythm.

Obviously, he's adjusted well.

Service conversion.

Dyson's artistic conception that has not been revealed is finally reflected in this ball.

hurricane.

This ball was full of destructive power, and the extreme rotation even made Zhang Cheng immediately think of his baptism of the vortex.

As a result, Zhang Cheng also burst out with unreserved sword intent, and the triple sword intent switched back and forth, finally stopping the extreme hurricane spinning ball.

But even so, the net cable on his racket was a bit worn out.

This ball is a bit powerful.

boom.

The golden light continued to explode, and Zhang Cheng unreservedly used the kingly sword of the fusion of kingly brilliance and sword intent.

This sword is like a god coming down to earth.

The pitch-black racket was swung, and the entanglement of black water was instantly torn apart. Then, the extreme rotation tried to counteract the kingly sword, but it was futile.

"0-15."

boom.

"0-30."

Zhang Cheng seemed to be a completely different person, and he didn't give this Dyson a chance at all.

The brilliance of the king's way became more and more shining, and even everyone present felt that there was something gestating behind Zhang Cheng.

Ladder Road.

This golden radiance is actually close to the level of breaking eight.

"Outrageous."

The head coach Deng Ping still spit out these two words after thinking for a long time.

But it's more of a worry.

There are too many things on Zhang Cheng, which are also a kind of restraint and shackles for him.

Deng Ping was worried about the demigod realm and the realm of gods in the future, and it would be difficult for such a Zhang Cheng to break through that realm.

On the other side, Dai Li didn't think too much, he just simply felt that Dyson seemed to be losing.

His only chance to win seems to be the chance given by Zhang Cheng himself.

But now, Zhang Cheng didn't seem to plan to give him a chance.

"Hey, do you want to see what extreme rotation is?"

Zhang Cheng quietly looked at Dyson's panting appearance.

At this moment, this Dyson is not feeling well. The full-scale explosion of Jizhidao consumes three times his physical strength. Even if his physical strength breaks five, it is still unacceptable to fight now.

The score has come to 5-1. This is the last ball and Dyson's only chance.

It's a pity that his different-dimensional skills are biased towards defense. For offense, it is still much worse to deal with Zhang Cheng, who has stronger mental strength than him.

After hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Dyson didn't say anything, he was still holding the ball stubbornly, and then burst into a hurricane mood and sent the ultimate spinning ball.

The corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth rose slightly, and he praised Dyson's courage in his heart.

It's a pity that today's victory is a game he must win, and he can't lose.

The ultimate spin.

Zhang Cheng also likes to start with spin when he starts playing, even his Zhang Cheng Domain and Zhang Cheng Phantom are a kind of supreme spin.

Of course, the strongest is the baptism of the whirlpool that he has obtained for a long time but has never used once.

This kind of different-dimensional ball skill involves the cycle of time.

Although Zhang Cheng couldn't completely unleash the baptism of the whirlpool without unsealing the spiritual power, even if it was just the ultimate whirl, it was not something Dyson could bear now.

Thinking of doing it, Zhang Cheng didn't hesitate anymore, his body was full of golden brilliance, and then he played the baptism of the whirlpool for the first time against the flying tennis ball.

Of course, in this whirlpool baptism, Zhang Cheng was mixed with the kingly sword.

boom.

The bursting airflow is enough to prove that this ball is not easy, but Dyson did not choose to give up, but his eyes lit up.

This ball is somewhat similar to his hurricane artistic conception, but it is somewhat different.

The moment he caught the ball, Dyson's face changed, and the racket fell off immediately, and then was pierced by a golden light and hit the rear protective net.

The mustard tennis ball kept spinning and got stuck in the crack of the iron mesh, and it didn't stop until it smelled the burning smell.

"Game Phoenix Province Zhang Cheng won, the score is 6-1."

It wasn't until the referee declared the game over that Dyson woke up from his sluggishness.

Looking down at his trembling right hand, the extreme twist just now was a huge test for his grip strength.

Moreover, that kind of rotation was initiated by the weakest part of the palm, and Dyson couldn't hold the racket at all.

The muscles in the palm were slightly strained. Fortunately, Dyson didn't forcefully want to hit back the ball. Otherwise, the injury might not be the muscles but the bones.

"It's a good fight, but it's still far from it."

Zhang Cheng looked at Dyson with the racket between his arms and smiled.

Ever since he couldn't make fun of his grandma, Zhang Cheng was also somewhat at a loss for trash talking.

However, he was originally a civilized person. If he hadn't been forced by the dog system, he wouldn't have said that before, and with his current strength, he didn't need that little spiritual power to unlock the way of another dimension.

"You are strong."

Dyson didn't say much, he just took a deep look at Zhang Cheng and then turned around to pick up his racket that hit the iron net.

Unfortunately, even if the racket hit the iron net, it could not escape the fate of being penetrated.

In the second round of the battle for quotas in the four major provinces, the Phoenix Province won.

At this time, the pressure returned to Dai Li.

Losing two games in a row, and losing all their singles aces, today's matchup seems a bit unsightly!

Dai Li was lost in thought, but he was still a little annoyed when he saw Deng Ping, the old chrysanthemum beside him.

This Dogecoin will also be eaten ready-made. More than ten years ago, there was a master Cheng Dong, and now there is another Zhang Cheng.

Ugh.

Dai Li suddenly lowered his head, with a tear in his eye.

Next to him, the head coach Deng Ping patted Zhang Cheng's arm excitedly, and couldn't stop praising him: "You played well. It's no wonder that I came from my subordinates."

Deng Ping always firmly believed that as long as Zhang Cheng was taught by him, within four years, his achievements would surpass the current master Cheng Dong.

Cheng Dong is a fart, without the training of someone from him, Deng, maybe he wouldn't even win the national competition back then.

Zhang Cheng rolled his eyes and ignored him. From his Uncle Dong, he learned about Deng Ping's many bad habits, so it's better to avoid them.

So, Zhang Cheng nodded to Deng Ping and returned to the competition seats.

The next match will be Zhao Siwen, who is majoring in the Way of Different Dimensions. Zhang Cheng played a tiebreaker with him. This person is not weak.

And they have already won two games in a row, and they have already won in terms of morale.

"come on."

"Well, trust me."

Zhao Siwen took a deep breath, for the sake of the quota in Phoenix Province, he couldn't lose!
(End of this chapter)