Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 174 Birth of Heaven
Singles matches are played in the afternoon.

The two doubles in the morning really surprised the audience.

They never expected that Qinglong Middle School's doubles No. [-] would win the tie-break, and they just helped Qinglong Middle School win a chance.

So, taking advantage of the meal time, the audience started endless discussions.

"Why? Theoretically speaking, it is impossible to lose if you go to Beijing Middle School."

This person is a fan of Shangjing Middle School at first glance.

The other people on the side also followed suit and said: "I also find it strange, is it purposely controlling points?"

"Anyway, I don't believe that Shangjing Middle School didn't release the water."

A group of fans who went to Beijing Middle School finally came to this conclusion.

As for another group of fans of Qinglong Middle School, they were undoubtedly happy. After all, the victory of doubles No. [-] brought them a sense of pleasure.

They even have other thoughts in their hearts.

Is it...

……

The singles match started at one o'clock in the afternoon. Everyone hurried back to the court after eating, their eyes full of anticipation.

In the player viewing area, Zhang Cheng calmly watched the No. [-] singles player on both sides enter the court.

Compared with doubles, in fact, singles can truly reflect personal strength.

And as far as Zhang Cheng knows, in this national competition, there is no singles player whose strength is lower than breaking seven. to excitement.

The third singles number at Shangjing Middle School is named Qi Wei, while the number three at Qinglong Middle School is named Yu Miao.

With the referee's verdict, the singles No. [-] match officially began.

Since Miao made the move first, this person didn't hold back at all, and immediately burst out with his own brilliance.

For a moment, there was some light on the court, and then, the mustard tennis ball pierced through a strong airflow and hit the turf.

This ball is very strong, both in terms of speed and skill have reached a certain height.

However, Qi Wei from Shangjing Middle School was even faster.

The blue-colored pole of speed wrapped around his feet, and Qi Wei completed the transfer in just a split second.

boom.

The air burst.

This strong serve was hit back in an instant, and the speed of returning was like an aurora, which came in an instant.

"0-15."

Too fast, this ball.

This Qi Wei is taking the ultimate speed, pursuing the ultimate speed.

If Yu Miao had no other means, this singles match against No. [-] should have been cold.

Yu Miao's way of brilliance is not too strong, and he hasn't even stepped into a deep level, and the sense of oppression of invasion has not been released under the extreme speed.

Moreover, the artistic conception integrated into Qi Wei's speed is actually aurora, which undoubtedly makes his counterattack easier and faster.

Yu Miao obviously also realized this, so she tried every means to condense the brilliance to one point and invade Qi Wei's world.

However, his Dao of Glory is still a little weaker, and at the same level, Dao of Extremes is already ahead of Dao of Glory, but it is very difficult for him to enter.

Even if they step in, in fact, at the stage of Zhang Cheng and his junior high school students, those who step in are generally extremely skilled.

It can only be said that this Qi Wei is not simple.

Half an hour later, Yu Miao collapsed to the ground.

He lost, and he lost the singles number three match in a crushing manner.

6-0.

This is the final score.

With Yu Miao's defeat, the game came to the match point, and Qinglong Middle School was undoubtedly pushed to the cliff.

Zhang Qing, the coach on the sidelines, frowned, his heart skipping a beat.

Originally, if Yu Miao won, their Qinglong Middle School might have really completed the next round and advanced to the next round.

But if the number three loses in the singles, it's over!
"sorry."

Yu Miao came to the teammate with a pale face, eyes full of guilt.

"It's okay, just do your best, some things don't have to be good results, the key is to participate."

Bai Ruo opened his eyes again, but compared to last time, this time his eyes were full of softness.

"Zhao Hu went to warm up?"

Yu Miao looked around, but did not see Zhao Hu.

At this time, Zhao Hu's pressure was undoubtedly the greatest. Even if he had to play five rounds in the first round, it would be over if he lost this round.

"Don't worry about him, just sit down and have a good rest."

After Bai Ruo finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, and his whole body fell into meditation like a giant Buddha.

Yu Miao's eyes are full of respect, their ministers are always so gentle.

……

On the sidelines, there was once again a one-sided cheering trend.

The defeat just now undoubtedly also hit the self-confidence of some Qinglong Middle School fans.

On the cliff, now it's up to Zhao Hu to rein in his horse!

"Qinglong Middle School lost."

Zhang Cheng looked at Li Yulong who was standing on the court and did not warm up, and suddenly said something.

"Huh? So sure? He's very strong?" Du Fei glanced at Zhang Cheng in surprise.

Zhang Cheng hadn't said such a thing in the previous rounds, so why did he say such a thing when he saw Li Yulong?
"Very strong."

Zhang Cheng took a deep look at Li Yulong. The aura of this person was very strange.

No, it should be said to be confusion.

This person should have comprehended more than one artistic conception.

But how is this possible?

Zhang Cheng felt no less than three kinds of artistic conceptions from this Li Yulong.

But he never dared to think that Li Yulong's extreme Taoism would break through seven, it's simply impossible!

How could Ken Tanaka beat him if all the extreme ways broke through seven.

Even Zhang Cheng himself cannot guarantee that he can win a tennis player who has broken all seven in the extreme.

"This person is stronger than that Dyson, Zhao Hu has no chance."

Zhang Cheng and Zhao Hu have fought against each other. At best, this person is at Yu Miao's level, maybe a little stronger, but he might not even be able to fight against that Qi Wei, let alone this Li Yulong.

Du Fei's face turned serious, and he didn't expect this person to have such a high evaluation in Zhang Cheng's mouth.

"The enemy." Du Fei made a mark for Li Yulong.

……

Fifteen minutes later, Zhao Hu returned to the court with steam all over his body.

As soon as they met, a smile appeared on Li Yulong's face as white as jade.

"Are you ready?"

Zhao Hu was stunned for a moment, looking at the smile on Li Yulong's face, he always felt a little malicious.

"Then I'm about to start!"

After Li Yulong finished speaking, he directly returned to the position of the receiving line, and stretched out his hand to signal for himself to give up the right to serve.

Immediately, an angry look appeared on Zhao Hu's face.

Damn it, how dare this person underestimate him!
Zhao Hu fiercely took out a tennis ball from his pocket, and after slapping it hard twice, the way of brilliance that belonged to him also burst out.

And not only that, the scarlet power is also wrapped around Zhao Hu's right arm, this ball, he must give Li Yulong a good look.

"boom."

A deep level of brilliance poured into the tennis ball, and then, the enormous power brought by Li Zhi instantly completed the swing.

The breath of extremes matches the way of brilliance.

The combination of the ball is perfect.

However, the corner of Li Yulong's mouth turned into a hint of sarcasm, and then he swung his racket at the roaring tennis ball that flew towards him.

bang.

The racket trembled slightly, and then the mustard tennis ball was kicked high.

This is a chance ball, for Zhao Hu.

However, he waited for a long time before the tennis ball that bounced into the sky fell vertically.

This ball is weird.

However, Zhao Hu could only bite the bullet and accept it.

Good weight.

The moment he caught the ball, Zhao Hu felt his arm sink.

But when he was about to counterattack vigorously, the heavy force on the mustard tennis ball suddenly disappeared.

then…

"Out of bounds, 0-15."

"Ah, ah, it's really scary."

Li Yulong looked at Zhao Hu's bewildered look and then said another sarcastic remark.

Suddenly, Zhao Hu's eyes turned red.

"Whoa, how strong is it like a monster?"

"asshole."

Zhao Hu scolded angrily, and then hit the ball more powerfully.

This time, it was still the same counterattack as the first ball, and the mustard tennis ball flew into the sky again.

Zhao Hu's eyes became more scarlet, and even lost a trace of humanity in those eyes.

Li Yulong's tennis is too emotional, and Zhao Hu loses his mind a little because he doesn't know when it will fall.

"Hoohoohoo."

With the sound of the wind, the mustard yellow tennis ball fell vertically in front of Zhao Hu's eyes again.

Having learned the lesson from the first time, this time Zhao Hu suddenly pressed down on the racket during the counterattack.

However, the ball missed the net.

"0-30."

"Hey, are you angry, is it really scary to say? Uh-huh..."

"Wow~~"

Zhao Hu had completely lost his mind, and Li Yulong's smiling face made him a little sick.

So, for the third ball, Zhao Hu aimed directly at Li Yulong's face and sent the ball.

"Out of bounds, 0-40."

"boom."

"Game Li Yulong, 1-0, swap venues."

In the very first round, the moment Li Yulong passed by, the corners of Li Yulong's mouth rose slightly, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes:

"Come on, cutie."

"You~"

"calm."

Zhang Qing on the coach chair finally couldn't help but let out a sound.

Immediately, Zhao Hu came to his senses, and glanced at Bai Ruo who was on the competition table with cold eyes.

A coolness came through his body, and Zhao Hu's eyes regained clarity in just a moment.

"Oh, what a pity."

Li Yulong blinked playfully, then took out a tennis ball from his pocket and looked at Zhao Hu with a smile:

"Then I'm coming!"

As soon as the words fell, he hit the mustard tennis ball into the sky.

This ball again.

Zhao Hu, who had regained his composure, lost his mind again in an instant.

However, this time when the vertically falling tennis ball bounced off the ground, it hit Zhao Hu's wide jaw directly.

Immediately, blood was dripping.

"15-0."

"Then I will continue!"

Li Yulong looked at Zhao Hu who got up from the ground, his eyes were full of coldness.

This time, it was still the same serve as before.

So, is the ball still his wide chin?
Zhao Hu thought so.

However, with the roaring sound from the sky, Zhao Hu suddenly felt a heavy pressure on his body.

Can't move.

There was some panic in Zhao Hu's eyes.

Looking up, I happened to see the corner of Li Yulong's silent mouth slightly raised.

"The Birth of Heaven!"

(End of this chapter)