Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 83

"Game Ewing vs. Yu Yan, at the end of the set, Ewing serves."

Guess got the upper hand, Ewing didn't show any expression, and returned to the bottom corner with the racket in his hand.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

Ewing quietly took out a tennis ball from his pocket, held it tightly with his left hand, and then tossed it high.

"boom."

The extremely fast downward swing was accompanied by a flash of black light.

Yu Yan's reaction was not unpleasant. As the minister of Shangyang No. [-] Middle School, his strength is the strongest there.

A simple step forward perfectly embodies his vigorous basic skills.

His eyes were on the tennis ball, and with the bouncing of the hair-receiving line, Yu Yan also quickly swung his racket.

"Snapped."

Yu Yan lowered his head in surprise. On the racket in his right hand, a hole the size of a tennis ball came into view directly. The ball just pierced through his racket.

"15-0."

The referee wiped the cold sweat off his head and made a verdict.

Are young people playing football so violent now?

How to output at the racket without moving.

On the sidelines, Zhang Cheng looked at Yu Yan who was going to change the racket, and the corners of his lips rose slightly. Ewing's shot was quite interesting, and he deserved his guidance just now.

Du Fei on the side looked a little serious, and instinctively said, "It's not Xuezou?"

According to his survey, in the face of the same opponents, the probability of Ewing serving with snow walking is more than 90%.

Is his data going to be updated again?
Tensor pursed his lips and his eyes flickered. The ball just now was a bit close to Zhang Cheng's luminous tennis!
Suddenly, this made Tensor a little stressed.

The game continued on the court, and Ewing still served.

The same movement, the same swing, this time, Yu Yan looked extremely serious.

A pitch-black, iron-like breath wrapped around the racket, and then the mustard tennis ball came to a standstill for a short time.

Yu Yan's body froze, a chill gushed out from the tennis ball through the racket, and then he saw the mustard yellow tennis ball bouncing high from the racket.

Ewing didn't know when he had reached the net, and his right hand was in the posture of a backhand racket, and he dunked heavily on the bouncing tennis ball.

Avalanche smash.

Yu Yan caught up, and the dark blue breath flashed under his feet, and then the racket with a cold iron color stretched out before the tennis ball hit the ground.

"Good weight."

Yu Yan's right arm became trembling, and he instinctively wanted to lift the racket.

However, the huge distributed power spreads over his entire racket, not only the sweet spot, but also the racket outside the sweet spot is also oppressed by equal force.

"boom."

The ball was pressed to the ground together with the racket, and Yu Yan still couldn't raise his hand after all.

"30-0."

This ball made Zhang Cheng's eyes light up. He didn't feel this way before holding a cross-hair racket. Now that he saw this ball again, he realized that it was different from the concentrated power. Ewing's avalanche smash made the racket face the pressure.

As a result, it is difficult for people to make the right counterattack.

But this Yu Yan is not simple, his counterattack also contains the force of technique, a force of steel that is biased towards defense.

Perhaps, in his philosophy, defense wins the championship!

It is a huge advantage for Ewing to score two goals strongly and use the snow walk that is not well known.

Then, just like the previous two balls, the shiny black tennis ball hit the hair-receiving line in front of Yu Yan calmly and bounced.

"coming."

Under the suspicious eyes of Tensor and the others, Zhang Cheng spoke confidently.

Then they saw that the moment Yu Yan caught the ball, his eyes turned to the tennis ball. Then, Yu Yan's face turned pale for a while, and the mustard yellow tennis ball fell directly to the ground.

"40-0."

Spiritual will.

Ewing injected spiritual will into this ball.

Yu Yan raised his head and looked at Ewing, his whole body shivered from the cold, his face turned pale, just now, a chilly spiritual will came from Ewing's tennis ball, he was caught off guard, and his spirit was affected hurt.

This is the way of another dimension.

In other words, this is the prototype of a different dimension.

Ewing's spiritual strength has reached six points, and there is still some gap for the initial step into another dimension.

But through warm-up and simple guidance with Zhang Cheng, Ewing can also simply inject spiritual will into tennis to form a short-term prototype of a different dimension.

This shot, he called it an ice shot.

It's just that it's just a prototype of a different dimension after all, so naturally there won't be any special effects like Zhang Chengguang hitting the ball.

In fact, that's what he did for the first ball, but Yu Yan luckily didn't choose to look at the tennis ball for the first ball, avoiding the mental attack of that ball.

Ewing glanced at Yu Yan indifferently, and took out another tennis ball without the slightest hesitation.

Toss the ball and swing the racket in one go.

"boom."

Yu Yan, who was mentally injured, slowed down a lot, and his right hand, which was about to swing the racket, became hesitant.

"Game Ewing, 1-0, switch venues."

The two passed by, and Ewing's cold voice sounded in Yu Yan's ear:

"Yangcheng is not a place where you can be arrogant."

Yu Yan's body froze, and then the corner of his mouth curled into a sneer.

But he didn't speak, instead he quietly returned to the bottom corner.

In the second game, it was his turn to serve.

Yu Yan closed his eyes and took a deep breath to relieve his mental fatigue. The ball just now had a great impact on him.

A dark blue aura emerged from his body. Apart from his ability to integrate into forces, this Yu Yan's speed exceeded five points.

"Are you ready? You can't catch this ball."

Yu Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and his breath reached its peak.

At Shangyang No. [-] Middle School, everyone except the coach was excited.

Liu Jiang: "The minister lost his temper, and the other side is doomed."

Li Daobin: "Shaoyang Sixth Middle School, prepare for the calm before the storm!"

Others: "You can't catch this ball."

The mustard tennis ball was thrown high, and then Yu Yan's racket showed a strange angle.

"boom."

The dark blue light flashed past, and then, the tennis ball flew at a high speed and hit Ewing in front of his eyes with hissing.

Such a fast speed, such a strong rotation.

Even the peaceful China Open was shaken.

This ball, Yu Yan called it the storm's spinning thrust, and he was going to integrate his extreme speed into the power of the storm.

Ewing was expressionless and bounced the extremely fast tennis ball, but in front of his eyes, under the powerful mental strength, he could see the ball clearly in an instant.

The right hand swung out, and the strong rotation slowed down in an instant.

The momentum of snow reappears.

This whirling thrust of the storm was frozen.

"boom."

A dark light flashed by.

Yu Yan shuddered at the coming of Sen Han.

So cold.

However, he still caught the ball and felt the coldness coming from the racket. This time, Yu Yan did not choose to look at the tennis ball.

"boom."

The tennis balls are pulled against each other, and both men run back and forth in front of the corner.

Relying on speed on the one hand, and strong mental strength on the other, it took 66 balls to decide the winner.

"Chop iron."

The nearly vertical pitch black racket was swung down instantly, and the mustard tennis ball drew a strange symbol on the ground and slid out.

It was a smash, a smash that didn't bounce.

"15-0."

Yu Yan's face turned pale, and he scored a goal with difficulty.

Ewing didn't speak, and quietly returned to the hair extension position.

In a protracted battle, he is definitely at an advantage.

The action on the other side gradually became rigid under his skill. Perhaps, in two more rounds, this Yu Yan would not be able to run even if he was extremely fast.

The corners of Ewing's mouth raised slightly, his eyes filled with coldness.

Yu Yan also realized this. It had been a long time since he was in the squatting position, and when he was about to stand up straight, he found a slight pain in his knee.

No, it is impossible to fight a protracted war at all.

But Ewing injected spiritual power into every shot, even if Yu Yan didn't watch tennis, this spiritual power would be injected into his body along the racket.

If this continues, it may be up to three rounds before he can no longer fight back.

Yu Yan took a deep breath and patted his thigh and knee to relieve the pain.

Then, still sent out his whirling thrust of the storm.

Although this trick has been broken by Ewing, but it is not so easy for Ewing to return such a serve.

After all, in order to counteract the strong rotation, Ewing can only exert more wrist strength and physical strength.

The two sides formed a pair again. After Ewing threw a high ball, Yu Yan on the opposite side jumped high, and the pitch-black racket was vertical again.

"Chop iron."

However, what he didn't notice was that when he jumped up, Ewing also moved.

After seeing Ewing's actions, Zhang Cheng and the others were completely stunned.

This Nima is facing away from Gale, right?
Zhang Cheng and Jiang Chen looked at each other, seeing his flustered eyes, Zhang Cheng was instantly angry.

Thinking that he, Mr. Zhang, has always plucked other people's wool, but he didn't expect that in less than a month, he would be plucked by two people.

However, unlike Zhang Cheng's arrest of the brown bear, although Ewing also turned his back to Gale, he used centrifugal force and the opponent's strength to fight back.

However, the ball that fell into the bottom corner of his counterattack this time did not bounce, but instead drew a crescent-like arc and slid out.

Good guy, brown bear caught and snow walk combined.

However, the two people's pretentious temperament with their backs against Gale is exactly the same.

"15-15."

Yu Yan is gone.

Ewing is a master of protracted games, and the ball skills he scored just now were broken, coupled with Ewing's uninterrupted use of ice hitting the ball.

Yu Yan couldn't stand it at all!
"2-0."

"3-0."

"4-0."

"4-1."

"..."

In the end, although Yu Yan took advantage of Ewing's panting time to win a round with difficulty, he still lost the game with a big score of 6-1.

"Game Ewing, 6-1, game over, Ewing wins."

However, with the overall score of 4-1, Shaoyang Sixth High School was still eliminated in the first round.

For two consecutive years, they met the champion team Nanling Middle School in the provincial competition last year, and this year, they met strong teams from other divisions.

Shaoyang No. [-] Middle School has tried its best, but the gap in strength is indeed too obvious.

After the final friendship ceremony between the two sides, Ewing directly led the people to Zhang Cheng's side.

Not too much nonsense, just two simple words:

"Chat!"

(End of this chapter)