Dimensional Magic Skills of Net King System

Chapter 61 Who dares to come out and fight me? (first update)
Among the crowd who had been talking in low voices, a loud voice suddenly appeared. For a moment, Jiang Fengyan attracted everyone's attention, including Yue Yan and Rong Feihai.

Among the crowd, no one knew Jiang Fengyan, so the moment he spoke, the man he had talked with before was taken aback.

"Are you from Xinle High School?"

Jiang Fengyan ignored him and just focused his attention on the court.

Although Rong Feihai was a little surprised when he heard the sudden support, at this moment, his mental pressure was much less, and his feeling of loss was relieved a lot at this moment.

But only in the next second, when he noticed that it was Jiang Fengyan who was cheering for him, his expression returned to indifference.

"Why is this brat!"

At this moment, Rong Feihai was extremely upset. No matter how much he hated Jiang Fengyan, this time, Jiang Fengyan's support was very important to him.

That's right, even though it was just a very simple sentence, Rong Feihai's mental burden was inexplicably relieved. At this moment, he felt that he was not fighting alone.Confidence, regained.Fighting spirit, rekindle!

"Who is that kid? Is it your descendant?"

Yue Yan didn't know Jiang Fengyan, and thought Jiang Fengyan was just a fool who worshiped his predecessors.

After Rong Feihai made a cut, he just said coldly: "Come on, our game is not over yet!"

"Hey, why, do you think you still have strength?"

Yue Yan sneered, but he was still vigilant in his heart. He also noticed that, unlike the pretended calm just now, at this moment, the opponent's mood seemed to have recovered by half.

Therefore, he couldn't help but wonder, who was the young man outside the iron net who encouraged Rong Feihai at the critical moment.

"I didn't expect him to be there."

Zhao Bishun turned his eyes away at the moment when Jiang Fengyan yelled in support. He still remembered Jiang Fengyan's voice. Although he didn't pay attention to it that morning, but later, when he learned that Sun Yi was defeated by him, he remembered Jiang Fengyan in his mind.

When Sun Yi saw Jiang Fengyan appearing in the crowd, he clenched his fists involuntarily, his eyes widened, showing a strong sense of hostility and fighting spirit.

"Jiang Fengyan!"

Sun Yi gritted his teeth. The loss that day was the first defeat he encountered since he was a child. Therefore, he kept Jiang Fengyan in his heart and made him an opponent he must defeat.

On the court, the game started again.

Yue Yan's serve.

The extremely common but extremely high success rate gave Rong Feihai a headache, but he knew that he had also found some problems in his opponent's previous serve.

That is, I must never admit that I am cowardly, and I must not have the slightest hesitation.

Since the opponent can't serve that much, then he has to take the opportunity to attack fiercely, so that the opponent can't take care of himself!

After making up his mind, Rong Feihai decided to give up defense and focus all his attention on offense.

Facing this serve, Rong Feihai played his best flat attack and high-speed dribble. The ball was so fast that it passed the net in an instant, like a gust of wind.

15-0.
Yue Yan couldn't see it clearly, and of course he couldn't receive it, so he was surprised again: "I didn't expect you to have such great physical strength?"

Immediately afterwards, Yue Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his head in relief: "It wasn't because he was exhausted before, but because the mental pressure made him look weaker. In fact, he still has at least half of his physical strength. That kid's support has stabilized his mood!"

Thinking of this, Yue Yan couldn't help turning his head to look at Jiang Fengyan in the crowd again.

After slightly frowning, Yue Yan sent the second ball, the tennis ball passed the net, and landed straight to the outer corner of the opponent's first zone.

Rong Feihai rushed over, leaned over, held the racket with both hands, and hit the ball vigorously.

After the tennis ball was hit by the racket, it flew out like a bullet.

This time, Yue Yan saw the path and landing point of the ball clearly, arrived in time, and held the racket with both hands very cautiously, and caught the shot.

Facts later proved that his caution was correct. This ball was twice as powerful as the previous ball, and it was like heavy lead!
Gritting his teeth, Yue Yan tried his best to hit the ball back.

The speed of the tennis return is still very fast, but Rong Feihai is very good at this kind of powerful kick. After all, this is his strong point!
After hitting the ball back easily, the corner of Rong Feihai's mouth raised a small arc. This kind of hitting rhythm belongs to him.

Seeing the ball coming like a cannonball, Yue Yan gritted his teeth, he knew very well that he had fallen into the enemy's trap.

Before, I used the spinning ball to make the opponent run left and right.

But at this moment, the opponent continued to force himself by hitting the ball vigorously. While allowing him to catch the ball with both hands, it would also put a lot of burden on his thin arms.

After finally hitting the ball back, Yue Yan loosened the racket, and then swung the racket again after the opponent hit the tennis back vigorously. This time, Yue Yan obviously felt the vibration of his arm.

This kind of violent tennis is very dirty. You don't hit an angle, but you hit a straight line, just to let you know the flight trajectory and landing point of the tennis ball, and you are asked to catch it.

"In a blink of an eye, Yue Yan was actually at a disadvantage. Well, it's normal, no matter what kind of sport, the mental stress and mood swings of the athletes will have an impact on the progress of the game. The support from that kid just now revived Rong Feihai's spirit. Once his self-confidence comes up, he will play much better."

Zhao Bishun took a step forward. He thought that Yue Yan would easily win the game, but at this time he also hesitated, gradually losing sight of the direction of the game.

30-0.
At this time, the audience outside the iron net was a little surprised, that Yue Yan would lose two points in a row in his serve, what happened, obviously not long ago, the opponent was beaten out of breath, but in the blink of an eye, the overwhelmed man turned into Yue Yan.

For the next two balls, Rong Feihai still played his best volley and won Yue Yan's round in one fell swoop. After being broken, Rong Feihai succeeded in counter-breaking!
The big score came to a 2-2 tie.

"Looking at it now, why is this game a bit mysterious?"

"Who wins and who loses is not certain."

"Xinle High School still has a chance."

At this moment, the audience outside the iron net began to discuss again, Rong Feihai seemed to erupt suddenly, broke the opponent's serve, and forced the score to a 2-2 tie.

"hateful!"

Yue Yan was a little irritable at this time, he didn't expect that he would be broken by Rong Feihai, who is he, he is known as one of the three geniuses in Jinhai District.

Although he wanted to fight back, his arm was a little sore because of the seven or eight consecutive hard hits and catches in the previous round.

At this time, what he needs is a short rest and calmness.

"It seems that I underestimated you."

Looking at Rong Feihai who was about to serve, Yue Yan stood loosely on the tennis court and said deliberately.

"Hmph, I also seem to overestimate you."

After Rong Feihai snorted coldly, he replied.

Yue Yan's expression gradually became indifferent.

Rong Feihai serves.

Throwing the tennis ball high into the sky, Rong Feihai sent out a powerful flat serve.

The tennis ball passed the net quickly, and then landed in the inner corner of the first area. After touching the ground, it rebounded immediately.

At this time, Yue Yan frowned, held the racket with both hands, and hit a backhand slice, slowing down the ball.

The tennis ball flew erratically in the air with a powerful spin. The speed of the ball was much slower. When the tennis ball was about to pass the net, Rong Feihai had already come to the net. Seeing the opportunity, he hit a forehand smash.

However, the smash was too straight, Yue Yan caught it with a backhand and hit a lob, the tennis ball flew over Rong Feihai's head and landed in the backcourt.

15-0.
"Finally serious."

Zhao Bishun shook his head: "It should have been like this a long time ago. No matter who the opponent is, we must not underestimate the enemy and give him any chance."

Yue Yan was really serious. From the moment when there was no smile on his face, Rong Feihai naturally felt something was wrong.

In fact, in his heart, he didn't know that the opponent's strength was stronger than his own, and his technology was higher than his own.

Even if he hits him with a vigorous volley that his opponent is not very good at dealing with, Yue Yan can also change the rhythm of the game and slow down the ball from other aspects.

What's more, it's impossible to hit the ball vigorously every game. After all, it consumes too much energy. Before, it was consumed by Yue Yan a few times, and the energy was long gone.

It can be said that the current Rong Feihai seems to have been poisoned by chronic poison, and he is heading towards death step by step.

In the next few rounds, Rong Feihai tried his best, and he made Yue Yan, who had always been relaxed and calm, start panting and sweating. In the end, even though he lost to Yue Yan, Rong Feihai was already content, after all, his opponent was really stronger than himself.

At the end of the game, 6-3, Yue Yan won.

In tonight's match between Chengyun and Xinle, they took a 2-0 lead.

There are still people on Chengyun's side, as well as on Xinle's side. They are all members of the original school team. They are all standing next to Luo Yudan. At this time, seeing that Rong Feihai, the strongest among them, has lost, they are very frustrated. This year, Chengyun is too strong!
Rong Feihai walked out of the stadium expressionlessly, came to Luo Yudan and the others, and said, "Sorry."

Everyone comforted.

The eyes of the audience outside the iron net lit up.

"It seems that this year, the carrier is going to be even better."

"Indeed, the players in this carrier are too strong!"

At this time, the man standing next to Jiang Fengyan who saw Xinle lose two games in a row, patted Jiang Fengyan on the shoulder and said, "Boy, you have to work harder, try to get into the tennis club, become stronger, and then earn back face for the school."

Jiang Fengyan glanced at the man, pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Uncle is right, we have to save face."

In the next second, Jiang Fengyan entered the court amidst the man's surprised expression.

Without saying a word, he came to a member of the former school team, snatched the tennis racket from him without courtesy, then came to the court, pointed the racket at the opposite side and said, "I am Jiang Fengyan, a member of the Tennis Club of Xinle High School. This time, let me challenge you, who dares to come out and play with me?"

(End of this chapter)