Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 36 The Dark Serve

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the exciting time arrived.

In the private room on the third floor, everyone stood up, and all eyes were on those two people.

"Xiaocheng, do you have any requests?"

Kaohsiung was a little nervous. After all, Zhang Cheng represented the face of his Blue Sky Club.

"No, if possible, I hope that this game will not be photographed or reported."

Whether it's a light shot or a black hole, this kind of skill involving different dimensions is outrageous from the current Zhang Cheng.

If the 12-year-old's professional level is exposed, then Zhang Cheng will never have a peaceful day.

His current goal is still the national competition, and then become a minister.

As for taking a career path, that's not in Zhang Cheng's plan for the past two years.

Gao Xiong nodded seriously, and then ordered the guard named Biaozi to go down to make arrangements.

In his territory, it is very easy for people not to take pictures or report. Of course, he can't help it if he insists on talking after today.

It's just that there is no picture at that time, who will believe it?
Is it really hard to spread rumors, all relying on one mouth?

Beware of Zhang Cheng sending him a lawyer's letter directly to warn him.

"Well, the competition venue is held here, you don't have to worry too much about your eyes and ears, just be yourself, I believe in you."

Kaohsiung's words didn't make Zhang Cheng very excited, so when Zhang Cheng walked by him, he still said in a low voice:
"Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you lose."

Zhang Cheng stopped in his tracks and raised his eyebrows, then looked at Kaohsiung thoughtfully and said with a smile:

"Boss, do you want to win?"

Kaohsiung nodded quickly.

"That will cost more."

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, he walked directly towards the gorgeous stadium in the private room, and Li Xingyun on the opposite side was ready to stand there and wait.

On the high chair, the referee has already been in place, and this game is being played according to the standard of a formal game.

"Guess right."

Zhang Cheng and Li Xingyun stood in front of the net, and Li Xingyun took the photos.

"positive and negative?"

"Yes." Zhang Cheng said.

Choo Choo Choo.

As the racket fell to the ground, a smile appeared on Li Xingyun's face.

"Good luck."

"Game Zhang Cheng vs. Li Xingyun. At the end of the game, Li Xingyun will serve."

Zhang Cheng retreated to the bottom corner, his face became serious, watching Li Xingyun pat the tennis ball meticulously twice, and then a golden light flashed in his eyes.

Eagle Eye - focus on vision!

"boom."

There was a loud pumping sound, and then a ray of dark light flashed before Zhang Cheng's eyes.

Zhang Cheng's face changed slightly, and then he moved to the side of the ball without a trace, and swung the racket out in an instant.

"Boom."

Good weight.

Zhang Cheng felt a tingling pain in his right wrist, and then his selfless breath instantly enveloped him, and he swung it out forcefully.

On the opposite side, Li Xingyun's face didn't change much, and he still hit an ordinary counterattack.

"boom."

Zhang Cheng fought back vigorously.

The two scored [-] goals in the first ball, and then scored this point with Li Xingyun's smash.

"15-0."

Interestingly, Zhang Cheng felt the pressure for the first time.

"Zhang Cheng, I'm going to exert my strength."

On the opposite side, Li Xingyun's face suddenly changed, and a dark aura burst out of his body in an instant, and the powerful aura surprised everyone around him.

The breath of technology.

This Li Xingyun even has skills above five.

A flash of excitement flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes. He was a very strong opponent, so he had to get serious.

bass.

The same dark aura emerged from Zhang Cheng's body. Although it was not as strong as Li Xingyun's, it was also the aura of skill.

On the opposite side, Li Xingyun's eyes flashed with astonishment, but he really didn't expect Zhang Cheng to be able to comprehend the breath of skills at this age.

The people around were stunned, even more shocked than what Li Xingyun brought them.

Zhang Cheng is only 12 years old!
On the sidelines, a glint of admiration flashed in Master Lin Dan's eyes, and he blurted out unconsciously: "Genius, a peerless genius."

Yu Renshui glanced at Kaohsiung, opened his mouth and hesitated for a while, but still didn't speak, and finally he could only sigh faintly.

"boom."

A huge roar sounded.

In an instant, the pitch-black tennis ball landed at Zhang Cheng's feet and bounced.

When Zhang Cheng swung his racket, the violent pitch-black aura collided, and the spin exerted by the tennis ball was instantly canceled out, and then Zhang Cheng slammed back.

"boom."

"30-0."

"boom."

"30-15."

"boom."

"40-15."

"boom."

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

Li Xingyun kept his serve, and then looked at Zhang Cheng calmly.

Compared with him, Zhang Cheng was obviously much more embarrassed. It was obviously only a round, but Zhang Cheng was out of breath.

Li Xingyun knew that with the same spirit of skill, the only thing Zhang Cheng lost was being too young, which would always be a disadvantage in terms of physical strength.

Zhang Cheng withdrew his dark technical aura and walked towards the opposite side. At the moment he missed it, Li Xingyun's voice came to his ears.

"You are doomed."

"Zhang Cheng serves."

Zhang Cheng didn't speak, just slapped the tennis ball quietly. Afterwards, the aura of skill boiled again, and the mustard yellow tennis ball was covered with a pitch-black aura, hitting it like a bullet.

"boom."

Heavy artillery serves.

"Ok?"

Li Xingyun accepted it, then frowned slightly.

Good heavy serve.

But not enough.

The scarlet aura emerged from him, intertwined with the pitch-black aura, which dispersed Zhang Cheng's skill aura in an instant, and then hit back heavily.

"Boom."

Before catching the ball, Zhang Cheng knew how heavy the ball was.

The aura of selflessness flashed by, and it was instantly entangled with the aura of skill. The racket hit the tennis ball and became stalemate for an instant, and then the tennis ball rolled down.

"0-15."

Zhang Cheng silently returned to the bottom corner and took out a tennis ball from his pocket, then patted it twice, then threw the ball and swung the racket again.

"Bang." This time it was magical.

Li Xingyun's eyes flickered for a moment, and then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

too naive.

This skill doesn't work for him.

Tennis, only one.

The scarlet and pitch-black aura entwined again, Li Xingyun swung his racket instantly, the powerful aura of technique washed away the spin that Zhang Cheng had imposed on the tennis ball, and then hit back hard.

"boom."

Zhang Cheng was ready a long time ago, and hit back the moment the tennis ball flew over.

"Haw haw haw."

After a burst of Yanming, the mustard tennis ball landed at Li Xingyun's feet and rolled out.

The flying swallow of the triple counterattack returns to the nest.

"15-15."

Li Xingyun licked his parched lips, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Interesting, this ball has some tricks in it.

However, he has cracked it!
"Clap clap clap."

The tennis ball bounced a few times in Zhang Cheng's hands, and then a strong, irregular spin was applied again.

Li Xingyun was unmoved, there was only one tennis ball.

"boom."

The racket hit the ground and exploded.

Zhang Cheng took the ball, paused his wrist slightly, and then hit back hard.

The ball got heavier again.

And the key point is that his Zhang Cheng domain cannot be used in front of Li Xingyun who has activated the breath of technology.

Zhang Cheng's domain was sealed.

"boom."

Another ball.

Zhang Cheng directly backhanded at a 60-degree angle, and the ball fell to the ground before Li Xingyun could react.

The ball didn't bounce.

"30-15."

Zhang Cheng wiped off his cold sweat. The ball was dangerous just now. After all, the spin on the ball can only be reapplied during his turn.

And Zhang Cheng knows that he can only hit these balls once in front of Li Xingyun. After all, this 17-year-old boy who is close to professional level can see through it at a glance.

Zhang Cheng was not careless, and still used the breath of selflessness and the breath of skill to entangle together in a way of burning his physical strength, and then hit the tennis ball again.

"boom."

"40-15."

"40-30."

"..."

"Game Zhang Cheng, 1-1."

Zhang Cheng struggled to keep his serve.

so tired.

But the gains are great.

Zhang Cheng could feel the growth of the pitch-black aura on his body and the growth of selflessness.

His selflessness itself is about to enter the second stage, and it has become more solidified after two rounds of tempering. As long as he enters the second stage, he can try to push open the two doors except for the seamless.

As for the breath of skill, it is even more astonishing. After all, he has a skill of up to six points, but he didn't have time to ponder it before.

Li Xingyun suddenly took away the jet-black aura from his body, and in an instant, only an almost substantial scarlet aura surrounded him.

Zhang Cheng felt a little pity, after all, in the state of selflessness, he still wanted to learn more breath of skills.

The mustard tennis ball was thrown high, and the blood vessels on the right arm wrapped in the breath of strength were swollen.

"boom."

A huge roar sounded.

This ball didn't have the slightest fancy skill changes, it only had incomparable strength.

"boom."

Zhang Cheng caught the ball and was knocked off the racket with a snap.

His right arm was trembling, and Zhang Cheng even felt numbness.

"15-0."

Is this the power beyond six points?
Sure enough, strong enough.

Obviously, it was just an ordinary serve that made him a little overwhelmed.

Zhang Cheng shook his fist to dispel the numbness, then picked up the racket again and got serious.

Similarly, he also canceled the dark breath, and only kept the selfless wrapping body to save energy.

"boom."

Another red light serve.

"30-0."

"..."

"Game Li Xingyun, 2-1, swap venues."

Zhang Cheng shook his right hand to make his right hand feel better.

Then he passed Li Xingyun again, this time, Li Xingyun didn't speak.

Zhang Cheng sat on the coach chair next to him and covered himself with a towel. There was a 120-second break for this exchange of venues.

Where there is pressure, there is motivation.

Taking advantage of the break, Zhang Cheng glanced at his attribute panel.

In the non-self line, Zhang Cheng clearly saw that it was written on the back, advancing.

Sure enough, his selflessness is about to enter the second stage, the stage of complete liberation.

At that time, he can try to open one of the doors.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng turned his head to look at Li Xingyun.

Among the three gates of selflessness, apart from the flawless clothes, if you want to deal with this top-level player with strength and skills, you can only push the limit of the tempered.

After all, that is a state where he can double counterattack any counterattack, and it is most suitable for dealing with this kind of powerful player.

Thinking like this, 120 seconds has passed.

The two switched places.

It was Zhang Cheng's turn to serve.

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