Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 184
One and a half minutes of rest.

Tensor and Dyson sat on the chairs calmly.

But on the sidelines, the audience was quite uneasy.

Before, it was the fans of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School who were arrogant, but now the situation has reversed. Naturally, the attitude of the fans of Baihu Middle School on the side has also changed.

"That's it? Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School doesn't work either, hurry up and play the battle song!"

"It seems that we can congratulate Baihu Middle School in advance."

"Indeed, it seems that what is said on the Internet is correct, Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School has at most one round tour."

As for Situ, in the player ranking manual, he ranked first in singles. This group of people don't think he can come back against the wind!

Everyone at Baihu Middle School breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, their deputy head, Lian Xin, also silently took out a racket and said with a smile:
"Then I'll go to the side to warm up."

Li Nan and the others nodded. If the minister wins, then their deputy minister will definitely not lose either!
On the other side, at Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, Situ frowned. After thinking about it, he picked up the racket and went to the next-door court.

His idea is also very simple, no matter whether Tensor wins or loses, he has to warm up.

In the first round, they were going to play five sets!
Zhang Cheng glanced at Situ and said nothing, even though the people around were all focused and worried about Tensor, Zhang Cheng still believed that Tensor would win.

After all, when Zhang Cheng was training in the tennis club before, he saw that elusive tennis ball.

Although the two of them have never played against each other, Zhang Cheng believes that as long as Tensor can play such a game, Dyson's hurricane mood will be self-defeating.

At the VIP table, Yu Renshui's face gradually turned cold from being happy. The situation was not good for Tensor, which made him a little worried.

"I'm so scared, haven't you seen my grandson's confident look?"

In fact, this group of people didn't know much about the strength of Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, and no one would show their true strength in normal training.

But compared to Tensor, Long Ao still believed in Zhang Cheng.

Since Zhang Cheng wasn't worried, they had nothing to worry about.

Only the group of foreign friends next to them were surprised. They had changed from being optimistic about Tensor to being optimistic about Dyson.

A minute and a half of rest time passed by.

The two returned to the court at the same time, this is already the tenth inning!

Tensor took a deep breath, looked down at his blood-stained right hand, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

In fact, he didn't fully practice that move.

Also, there would be a heavy load on his right hand that would shorten his career.

However, if he loses today, he will regret it for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this, Tensor no longer hesitated, and directly took out a tennis ball and threw it into the sky.

Afterwards, purple light erupted from his body, which was his way of quantum tennis.

boom.

With this ball, Tensor gave up his quantum serve, and the mustard tennis ball smashed past at an extremely fast speed.

Dyson was stunned, but it was already the last round, and even if there were any accidents, he would not hold back any more.

In fact, his right hand is also suffering from wear and tear, and the hurricane artistic conception of endlessly spinning inside is not unscathed for him.

However, he didn't regret it, even though his right wrist was bruised.

boom.

The mustard tennis ball fell at Dyson's feet, and the moment it bounced up, Dyson stretched out his racket.

Then, a flash of light flashed, and the mustard tennis ball flew across the surface of the racket like a phantom, bouncing quietly on the wall behind.

Dyson was obviously stunned. Why didn't he catch the ball just now?
The referee reacted fairly quickly, and quickly made a verdict: "15-0."

On the opposite side, Tensor's right hand shook, and the purple particles floating on his body kept rising. At this moment, he had erupted all his strength from his body.

At this moment, Tensor reached a deep level of Radiance.

"Clap clap clap."

According to the usual practice, Tensor slapped the tennis ball twice first, and under the astonished eyes of everyone, the mustard yellow tennis ball was hit by him again.

boom.

It's still a flat, super-high-speed serve.

Dyson, who opened up the breath of another dimension, was able to catch the tennis ball, but at the moment he swung the racket, the tennis ball missed the racket again and hit the wall behind.

"30-0."

At this time, Dyson finally discovered something was wrong.

This serving tensor combines two kinds of paths, and the way of brilliance incorporates the realm of emptiness. Although he caught the ball on the surface just now, he was misled.

After figuring this out, Dyson probably understands how he should crack this trick next.

Tensor served again, his right wrist was already swollen, and the two consecutive serves, which he named virtual image, were too heavy on his wrist.

However, even so, he had to stick to his choice.

"boom."

The ultimate yellow light flashed by, and it was still a virtual image belonging to Tensor.

Dyson thought he had a solution, so he made a second swing at the moment of the first swing.

However, he knew something was wrong when he felt the hollowness in the racket.

This ball is empty!
Sure enough, the mustard tennis ball bounced to the rear wall again and stopped. Dyson did not catch the ball.

"40-0."

Dyson glanced at his racket and fell into deep thought. However, Tensor didn't give him time to think. He played the last virtual image and won the round directly.

"Game Tensor, 5-5."

The two sides were tied again. In this case, the only way to decide the winner was in the tie-break.

Tensor's right wrist was completely red and swollen, his right hand was shaking irregularly, and traces of blood overflowed from the handle, looking very miserable.

As for Dyson on the opposite side, it's a little better, but it also consumes a lot of mental power.

In the No.11 game, it was his turn to serve.

Dyson, who was already doomed to play the tie-break, was also desperately trying to hold back.

The dark breath of another dimension spewed out, and the hurricane artistic conception also burst out its final light.

boom.

The first shot is the rotation of the tennis fusion technique Heishui.

For this ball, Tensor chose a hard catch.

"No, Minister."

On the sidelines, Du Fei's eyes were full of worry.

This ball, if Tensor catches it, his hand will be useless, it is completely unnecessary.

Even Dyson, who played the black water spin, was stunned. He didn't expect Tensor to be so heroic.

But since this is the case, Dyson will accept this victory.

The racket made an extremely fast swing the moment the tennis ball bounced.

In an instant, the power of the black water's rotation was weakened a little bit.

On the sidelines, Zhang Cheng's eyes widened. Why did Tensor's beat look so similar to the black hole he used to play in different dimensions!

The same is to reduce space, but Zhang Cheng uses spiritual will and swing movements, while Tensor uses emptiness and swing movements.

The rotation of the black water landed on Tensor's racket, and the handle was filled with blood, but with Tensor's pull, the ball was finally hit back.

boom.

Dusk flashed.

Dyson's pupils dilated, but facing the ball, he still made a counterattack.

However, exactly the same as the familiar feeling before, the empty feeling at the moment of swing made Dyson realize that something was wrong.

He missed the ball.

"0-15."

Tick ​​tock.

Accompanied by the referee's call, there was a dripping sound.

Looking along the sound, it was obvious that the blood on Tensor's right hand could no longer be stopped.

Coach Shin Kyung on the side quickly stood up and stretched out his hand to signal a timeout.

Then, the medical staff on the side came to the field and made a simple treatment of Tensor's right hand.

"Can you still fight?"

Coach Shen Jing glanced at Tensor nervously.

Tensor didn't speak, but nodded with firm eyes.

This attitude made it difficult for the medical staff on the side to say anything. In fact, they wanted to persuade Tensor to give up the game.

After all, if the fight continues, Tensor's career will be greatly reduced.

The brief timeout was over and play resumed with the medical staff off the field.

Dyson took a deep breath, his eyes full of determination.

No matter what, he will win this game.

The mustard tennis ball was pinched tightly by him, and the huge force caused the tennis ball to deform a little bit.

"I'm here."

Dyson reminded, and then the rotation of the black water played again.

No.

Tensor's eyes were solemn, this ball of tennis fusion skills added inner spin, this ball should be called the baptism of black water!

Dyson's tennis ball ushered in an evolution again at this moment!

boom.

The tennis ball hit the ground, and the extreme spin caused the artificial turf to splash around, setting off bursts of smoke, and even directly exposing the black ground below.

Tensor's eyes were firm, without the slightest hesitation, he resisted the bursts of tearing in his wrist, and swung at the rear of the baptism path of the bouncing black water with extreme speed.

The darkness surged like an abyss!
Afterwards, there was a brief pause, and the racket went forward without any hesitation.

distortion.

Spin.

In just a split second, there were bursts of creaking sounds from Tensor's right wrist.

The emptiness appeared, and Tensor desperately wanted to swallow the inner rotation attached to the tennis ball.

However, with a snap, the racket in Tensor's hand was overturned to the ground, and two layers of thick gauze overflowed with blood on his right hand.

"15-15."

After all, Tensor did not hit the ball back, and his wrist and palm were injured again.

There was a complete silence on the sidelines, and some little girls even started to cover their mouths and wipe away their tears.

Du Fei and the others almost rushed to the field, but their only reason stopped them.

Tensor silently picked up the racket on the ground. On the surface of the racket, the net cable was loose and looked unusable.

Without any nonsense, he went straight to the chair, changed a racket and returned to the court.

"continue."

In this regard, Dyson showed a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Right, that is it.

This is the opponent he wants.

Only the weak will be afraid, and the strong will just face the difficulties without hesitation!

Thinking of this, Dyson played his baptism of black water again without hesitation.

boom.

(End of this chapter)