Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 33 There is no one who can fight

"Prince vs. Blood Rage, is it the rookie Prince's two-game winning streak or the Blood Rage defending the old man's dignity?"

Opposite Zhang Cheng, a muscular man wearing a scarlet mask came up.

Then, the dilapidated iron mesh gate was closed again.

"The challenger serves the ball, and the possession of the ball is bloody."

Zhang Cheng looked at the blood anger on the opposite side and analyzed it, and found that compared with the bison just now, it was just one size larger in size.

It seems that a quick decision must be made. After this match, he will be able to challenge the No. [-] court. Tonight, he will try to reach the No. [-] court.

"Blood Rage Blood Rage, Blood Rage."

"Master Bloodfury, kill this brat to death."

Around, there was another croaking noise.

Zhang Cheng picked out his ears, and then blew lazily. This disdainful move caused the blood anger on the opposite side to enter a state of rage in advance.

"Go to hell, kid."

"boom."

The mustard tennis ball hits the face with the slightest smell of blood, and then it's gone!

3 minute later.

With Zhang Cheng taking the last ball, Xue Fu instantly fell to the ground, twitching and foaming at the mouth.

Penalty Law - Total Paralysis!
There was a dead silence outside the No. [-] stadium, and everyone was beaten dumb by Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng took back his racket, then walked out of the court and came to the girl at the bar.

"How? How much you earn, I will share half of it."

Ten times the odds, nothing else, at least 20.

The girl at the bar looked ashen, her lips trembled, and her voice was a little sobbing: "Are you still going?"

Zhang Cheng didn't know what happened to the little sister at all, but the other party obviously didn't want to split him halfway. He felt a little pity, but he still said to the girl at the bar:
"Sign up my money for Court No. [-], and return the rest to me."

If it wasn't for the player who couldn't bet on himself, Zhang Cheng really wanted to bet on himself with the 500 yuan.

"You want to play court number two?"

The girl at the bar restrained her emotions a bit, then looked at Zhang Cheng in amazement and persuaded: "You should accumulate experience on the No. [-] court, rookies don't need to pursue this kind of speed."

"Hey, no, trust me and continue to bet on me."

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, he walked directly to the No. [-] court, which is not far from the No. [-] court.

The girl at the bar looked at Zhang Cheng's back and fell into deep thought, and then signed up for Zhang Cheng. Seeing that the odds were still ten times higher, she felt bitter.

Gritting his teeth, he still took out a roll of banknotes from below and gave it to the prince.

1 yuan is not much, but if you win, you will get back.

Now she can only pray that her prince can be stronger, otherwise she will really lose all her pants tonight.

Ahead, Zhang Cheng was calculating in his mind how to maximize his benefits.

A game on the No. [-] court changed to [-], and then went to the No. [-] court.

Court No. [-] has to play a game into Court No. [-].

Play a game on No. 13 and go to No. [-], play a game on No. [-] and go to No. [-]. After playing No. [-], you can go directly to No. [-]. It seems that there should be more than No. [-] tonight.

And with this calculation, Zhang Cheng found that he only needed to play six more games, including the matching time, and it would take up to three hours.

Thinking of this, he had unknowingly arrived at the No. [-] court. There were already two people fighting each other on the court, but it seemed that it should be over soon.

Sure enough, not long after, a person was knocked down on the field, and the man in black dragged his bloody figure out, leaving only one figure among them.

This man is going to hit the streak.

"Yuantu is crazy, this is already the third match!"

"It is worthy of being the overlord of the No. [-] court, it is simply invincible."

"Who is next, hurry up?"

"Damn, here's a newcomer, now it's fun."

"Prince vs. Yuantu, Prince serves."

A small horn outside the No. [-] court rang, and Zhang Cheng walked in under a lot of suspicious eyes.

"What a rookie. I just registered today. I just came here after winning two consecutive victories in the No. [-] court."

"It's too crazy, it's really too crazy, newcomers must die, I'll go and pledge Yuantu."

"Wait for me, I'll go too."

The odds for newcomers are 1:10, but compared with the steady profit, most people will still choose the steady profit without loss.

At this moment, the girl at the bar had a strange expression on her face, Yuan Tu, why did you meet Yuan Tu?
She knew that this Yuan Tu's strength was around the eighth court, but he came to the second court because he liked to abuse food, and this Yuan Tu had never lost on the second court. He has won three consecutive victories today, and he feels hot .

"Today, the pants are gone."

Stadium number two.

Zhang Cheng patted the tennis ball lightly, and he could feel the playfulness in the exposed eyes on the opposite side.

interesting.

If this doesn't blow your confidence, he, the underground emperor, will be in vain.

"boom."

The powerful spinning ball struck instantly, and Yuan Tu's face changed drastically.

Something is wrong, something is wrong with this kid.

Under his feet, a tennis ball flew towards Yuan Tu's face in an instant, but after all, he was the handle of the No. [-] court, so he reacted immediately, and then swung his racket and slammed it.

"It's so heavy." The moment he swung the racket, Yuan Tu felt something was wrong.

This is simply not a serve that a novice can hit.

But fortunately, this is an underground court. It's normal to play a little bit. In an instant, the ball flew towards Zhang Cheng's face.

I will die for my grandfather.

Yuan Tu roared in his heart.

Zhang Cheng hit the net quickly, then jumped up, the tennis ball flew to his racket as if it had eyes, and then hit it hard.

"Shhhhhh."

There was an extremely fast piercing sound.

Just as Yuan Tu was about to swing his racket, he realized that Zhang Cheng's ball hit his racket directly, and the huge force even made him almost let go of the racket.

The tennis ball bounced high and just flew towards Zhang Cheng. It still jumped high, and then it was another ball.

"boom."

The racket trembled, and Yuan Tu felt a little numb in his hands.

"Bang." After bouncing again, Yuan Tu could no longer hold the racket.

"Last ball."

A cold light flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes, and then he hit Yuan Tu's racket with a powerful blow. Under his horrified gaze, the tennis ball spun around and hit Yuan Tu's abdomen.

Penalty Law - Seppuku!

"vomit."

Yuan Tu fell to the ground, retching, and was crippled by Zhang Cheng with one kick.

"it's your turn."

The sentence was still cold, and Yuan Tu felt a chill in his heart instantly.

His right hand was already paralyzed, and Yuan Tu found that he couldn't even hold the shot, so he could only look at the group of men in black outside.

"I abstain."

However, there are rules in the underground court, and his words only attracted countless sneering eyes.

Here, only one person can stand up and go out on a court!

"Then I'll serve."

Zhang Cheng sneered, then threw the tennis ball high, got up and leaped, and then swung the racket, exerting a strong spin on the ball.

"boom."

The mustard tennis ball was magnified in Yuan Tu's eyes, and then in the extreme panic, the tennis ball suddenly flew upwards at a very high speed. When he looked up, the mustard tennis ball hit the top of the iron net, then spun violently, and finally smashed down at top speed.

Yuan Tu's pupils dilated, and he said angrily, "No."

"boom."

Yuan Tu was dizzy, completely dizzy.

Zhang Cheng won the victory with only two goals.

"Ding, accept the host's self-created ball, please name it!"

Zhang Cheng walked off the court, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said softly: "Punishment law - guillotine."

"Ding, accepting the host's self-created ball skills, it has been added to the punishment law series!"

Zhang Cheng went straight to the girl at the bar, looked at her stunned expression and smiled.

"Go, sign up for court number three for me."

……

One night, a whole night, Zhang Cheng went from a newly registered novice to the NO.13 course.

But what makes him a little pity is that the competition here is not counted in the mission of the king's way, and there is no victory point.

Zhang Cheng came down from the NO.13 stadium, and the crowd automatically parted a passage. After a long time, there was a burst of cheers.

"Your Highness is awesome."

"Prince, prince, I love you."

"..."

Zhang Cheng went straight to the girl at the bar, and before he got there, he saw Situ holding a stack of banknotes, dipping in his saliva like a banknote counter.

The moment he saw Zhang Cheng coming, Situ stuffed the money back into his pocket without a trace.

Just now, when Zhang Cheng played on the No. [-] court, Situ thought that he would challenge the No. [-] court, so he didn't sign up for the game again, and took some small money to bet on Zhang Cheng.

I didn't even think about making money, it was purely to support my brother.

"His Royal Highness, are you still fighting?"

The girl at the bar looked at Zhang Cheng obsessively, and all the money symbols flashed in her eyes.

damn it.

How could she doubt His Highness the Prince?

Thinking that my WeChat balance has become 120 million in one night, the girl at the bar has never been so happy.

"Enough for today, just transfer the money to me."

After playing the NO.13 course, the total is 19 yuan. Isn't this faster than being a coach?

The girl at the bar transferred 20 to Zhang Cheng, which was regarded as a thank you to Zhang Cheng.

However, Zhang Cheng only felt humiliated!
"Let's go."

Situ looked a little excited, but he patted Zhang Cheng on the shoulder and walked out.

"Divide half to me." Zhang Cheng said in a deep voice behind his back.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Situ didn't turn his head.

"How much did you earn from me?" Zhang Cheng didn't give up.

"You fart, I, Situ, am not a gambler."

"I just saw it all."

"Then you are wrong."

"Is there 100 million?"

"I don't make any money, don't ask."

"..."

The two returned to the public toilet in Luhe Park noisily, and then parted ways under Zhang Cheng's unrelenting gaze.

However, Situ was quite conscientious and gave Zhang Cheng a red envelope on the way home.

There is not much money, just to maintain the brotherhood, and we have made an appointment to go together next time.

Zhang Cheng let out a sneer in his heart, then he pushed open the door and walked in without replying to the message.

As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Xiao Daimeng coming out of the toilet with a pale face, and looked at Zhang Cheng with resentment.

"Brother, I will cook by myself next time, so I won't bother you."

After finishing speaking, she clutched her stomach and returned to the room. She had already squatted six times tonight.

Zhang Cheng's face was calm, his eyes lost in thought.

Although the dark dishes made by Ji Han's big sister are a bit unpalatable, they are indeed very filling.

It seems that Xiaodaimeng is still a little vain.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng felt that he should take her to practice if he had time.

In the future, don't let her help him match up online!

　Newcomers and new books, please invest, please collect, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)