Tennis: Ice Emperor, Keigo Jibe!

Chapter 185: Professional Elite, Is It Strong?!!

“Bastard, Kim In-joon already knew, right? That’s why I arrived so late. ”

“Deliberately let them Asibar’s expeditionary force in advance, mess around in our Kansai.”

Kurobe, who got the news, was very angry.

“It’s still too late for the ghost to bring some people over and kill them halfway.”

Takushi opened his mouth very unhappily.

“You can’t do that.”

“What if people wait for us to do this?”

Saito Zhi Shen wanted to vomit, and did not accept Takushiki’s proposal.

“Now, our focus is still on this world ~ cup points.”

“No matter what, keep the ghosts safe.”

“Otherwise, the Byodoyuan alone will not be able to support the overall situation.”

In the face of Saito’s persuasion, Takushi was very unhappy.

“What then? Let Axi mess around in our Kansai? ”

“To ruin someone else’s tennis career at will, this is a contempt for our U17”

“It’s really like this, even if we win the final points match, we U17 can’t explain to the outside.”

In recent years, the neon U17 has been very weak, and the above is considering reducing the annual allocation of funds.

Now, its own Kansai has been swept away, but U17 is watching.

No matter what the final result is, the neon U-17 is afraid that it will really lose its reputation and have no future.

“So what can I do?”

Kurobe sighed.

“If you win this points match, and then in the World Cup, you break into the top four, and the impact of this time will be minimized.”

“Otherwise, there really is no better choice.”

Takushi, Saito to a little silent.

But Kurobe’s words make a lot of sense.

Only by winning this World Cup points match and suppressing Arcee can Neon leave face.

This is a broken cauldron.

If you don’t win the points match, the impact of things in Kansai will expand indefinitely.

No matter how Kurobe tries in the future, U17 will also fall into a dead silence that cannot be returned.

The annual funding was drastically reduced, and it fell into a dead cycle until the U17 reshuffle.

Saito, Kurobe, Takushiki have nothing to say.

In the end, it was Kurobe who spoke: “Let’s work harder for our expeditionary force”

“Got it.”

Takushiki, Saito quickly went to manage the expeditionary force.

Things have come to this point.

This World Cup points match against Arciba must be won.

On the other side, Hyogo.

Keigo Jibe is playing with Lee Jong-ho and having a good time.

Lee Jong-ho prides himself on being powerful, completely led by the nose, completely abused.

Several times he tried to use shady means to personally attack the tracks.

As a result, they were all counterattacked, and blood stained most of their clothes.

Looking at the eyes of the Ministry of Traces, they were full of anger, but Lee Jong-ho couldn’t help it.

The strength of the trace is not boundless, at least it is the strength that he cannot resist.

He used all kinds of abilities that he thought were powerful, but he still couldn’t shake the tracks.

“Little devil, do you really think you are better than me?”

Very suddenly, Lee Jong-ho roared.

It’s really uncomfortable.

In Axi Bar, except for Bian Boxu, he has never lost to anyone else.

Now, Neon, a 12-year-old child, has abused himself.

It’s so uncomfortable!

“Thunder!”

Roaring, Li Jong-ho’s eyes were red to hideousness.

Successive tennis balls are chopped with rackets, and there is even real thunder flashing in the sky.

The arc of the road winds around the tennis ball, tearing the bend.

“Thunder? Hmph, there is only a false thunder without a god. ”

“Just want to come out and be embarrassed?”

“Half a step world-class, you are still far away!”

The arc flickered, with a sharp sound of breaking the air.

The short purple-gray hair danced wildly, and there was no mood swing at all.

Very calm.

Trample!

Immediately after, Keigo began to act.

Very fast, faster than the flight speed of a tennis ball.

Rumble!

The racket stirs the air and causes a roar.

The tennis ball is like finding a racket and hitting it hard, like Mars hitting the earth.

Thundered!

The terrifying sonic boom, the shattering eardrums, is amazing.

Then, everyone was stunned to see everything in front of them.

The tennis ball was like a cannonball, smashing through the ground in front of Lee Jong-ho.

“This!”

Li Jonghao’s pupils contracted violently, and he exclaimed in disbelief.

“Why? This is my thunder, why can you use it? ”

That’s it!

Keigo’s instantaneous ball skills, with an even stronger arc, paralyzed Lee Jong-ho.

Tennis balls with a speed of more than 275KM per hour are not at all what Lee Jong-ho can bear.

“Jibu-kun!”

“Ice Emperor, haha, really strong to the point of absurdity, strong to have no friends!”

“Abuse of the professional level, just like the abuse of elementary school students, Jibu-kun is really powerful to the people around him, they are all stunned, and then the mountain shouts to the Jibu like a tsunami.”

It’s really too powerful at the age of 12, crushing the U17 training camp NO·2 strong of Arciba.

It’s outrageous.

“I have to admit, this is your time, little guy of the Trail.”

“From the age I knew, there has never been such a powerful demon as you, it is neon light.”

Granny Shan’s mother-in-law hadn’t been so shocked for many years, and today she was shocked one after another because of the traces.

The five-dimensional data is balanced and powerful.

The talent that the department is now displaying is almost invisible in the professional arena.

And such a trace department is only the first grade of junior high school today.

I have only been in the middle school for a few months, and there is no weakness at all, whether it is attack or defense.

Take full control of the rhythm of the pitch and play with ease.

Hitting the professional level is the same as hitting a dog.

Lee Jong-ho is also really unlucky.

It is not good to meet anyone, but I encountered the traces.

It can only be said that it is unlucky.

“Damn, you have to let me do this!”

Looking at the disdainful eyes of the onlookers, Li Jong-ho became more and more angry.

Rumble!

The void shook, and Li Zhonghao’s momentum became more obvious and cold.

You can even see the obvious pitch black breath drumming and spreading.

“Deep breath?”

Keigo Jibe was a little surprised.

A level that can only be touched after obtaining the professional level.

However, there are not many people who can comprehend the deep breath in the professional level.

Somewhat similar to the Asura Shinto variant, but in a weakened version.

To put it simply, the deep breath is also an ability to greatly bless one’s own data.

“Sure enough, bad things have been done.”

Lee Jong-ho’s deep breath is not pure, full of jealousy, hatred and other disgusting emotions.

The deep breath can express a person’s nature to a certain extent.

This Lee Jong-ho is complete garbage.

“But, that’s your hole card, that’s funny.”

Keigo Jibe spoke with disdain.

For Lee Jong-ho, whose whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes, he is very calm.

Really not strong enough.

Trash is garbage.

The garbage after a tenfold increase is still garbage.

If it can increase a thousand-fold, tenfold, it may also pose a threat to the tracks.

It’s a pity that with that kind of amplification ability, Lee Jong-ho will not be so weak.

Abuse Lee Jong-ho without any accidents.

“However, after wreaking havoc in Kansai, it was his turn to enjoy the pain.”

His eyes flashed a coldness, and he stared at Li Jonghao and smiled meaningfully.

Beat Lee Jong-ho to death at once, but gave him relief.

It would be better to give him hope for victory.

At the moment of seeing the dawn, directly crush the hope.

From one extreme, drop to the other.

That is the real punishment for Lee Jong-ho.

The huge gap will make Lee Jong-ho remember that terrible memory when he sees the trace department in the future.