Net King: God-level Talent

There was a bang, and the tennis ball hit the corner of the backcourt sideline.

"Hah... Hah..."

A short-haired young man was lying on the ground, with a little fear in his eyes, looking at the calm face of Mori Shouzaburo on the other side.

"You... You're so strong!"

"I'm sorry, senior, I should have handed over the badge, right?" said Maori, smiling.

Badge!

The badge of the First Army team!

The young man was very reluctant to take out his badge.

Now that Maori has won, he can't continue to dominate.

"The level of Maori's predecessors is really unimaginable!" Yukimura smiled softly.

As a senior of Lihai University, Mori Shouzaburo's strength is undoubted, but despite his strength, he also takes special care of them as juniors.

I can also rest assured that all the affairs of Lihaida will be handed over to him, Sanada, Liu, and the three of them will deal with it.

"The level of Maori seniors is indeed very strong!"

Feng Xiu has to admit that the level of Maori tennis is very strong!

The young man took off his badge tremblingly, gritted his teeth, and threw it in the direction of Maori.

"I have shamed this badge, I hope you will not let it be humiliated again, stand on the world stage, and protect him with your life!"

Seeing that the young seniors were so reluctant to give up this badge.

Maori restrained his smile and said seriously: "Senior, I will cherish it!"

He hung the badge at the neckline.

Transformed into a first-class player.

"The game is almost over, let's go to training!" Tezuka said in a deep voice.

Kaedehide, Yukimura, Tezuka, Tracebe.

The four of them walked back and forth in the training camp, constantly watching and analyzing the reshuffle of the second army and the first army.

The four of them have gained a lot.

"No, there's still a heavyweight match, and it's not started!"

Kaede chuckled as he pointed to Duke Watanabe, who was looking for prey.

"He's?" Tezuka wondered.

"If memory serves, he's been following behind the Byodoin!

The trace department's gaze was a little solemn, and he kept following Byodoin.

Presumably, this big brother with the head of the plane should have some strength.

Court 14.

"Duke Watanabe!"

On the other side, a young man with fiery red hair looked at Duke Watanabe with cold eyes.

Shinichiro Fuji.

Training Camp NO.3!

"I'm interested in your No.3 badge!" said Duke Watanabe with a smile.

His intentions were already clear.

"Then let me see, the strength of the "King of Destruction"!"

A hint of jealousy flashed in Fuji Zhen's eyes, and then he continued.

During last year's World Cup, Byodoin played against Duke Watanabe, and he watched the game.

The strength and level of this "King of Destruction" are very strong.

Especially in terms of strength, it is the most terrifying.

"The King of Destruction?"

This sentence made Yukimura, Jibu, and Tezuka slightly stagnant.

He used to be the ace player of the F country team, nicknamed the "King of Destruction", and after the battle with Byodoin, he was impressed by the demeanor and bearing of Byodoin. Voluntarily left the F-country camp and joined the Neon U17 in order to follow the House of Equality!"

Feng Xiu patiently introduced.

"The strength should be very strong!"

Yukimura restrained his gentle smile and looked at the court calmly.

"The King of Destruction, he should be a power player!" he analyzed.

Phew!

Duke Watanabe tossed the tennis ball and his right arm was snapped down!

Rumble!

There was a muffled grunt from the tennis ball, and it was pumped and spun wildly.

"What a strong force!"

As soon as Duke Watanabe made a move, the three of Tezuka, Trace, and Yukimura trembled.

Several of them, as the top combat effectiveness of middle school students, have a much stronger understanding of tennis than ordinary middle school students.

The spin of the tennis ball, the trajectory, the terrifying power it contains, can be seen at a glance.

"It's fast, and it's powerful!"

"Divine Wave Domain!"

Fuji Zhen, who is the third in the first army, instantly opened his own field.

His half instantly rolled up an invisible wave of qi!

In this air current, the opponent's serve only needs to pass through his field.

The trajectory of the tennis ball will slow down.

He can see the trajectory of the tennis ball clearly and easily swing the racket back.

This is the reliance of his NO.3 army!

Trample!

Fujima strode into the tennis ball!

"Destroy Mr. Wang, your power, after passing through my realm, your power will become smaller!"

He smiled coldly.

The right arm suddenly aimed at the tennis ball and volleyed out.

Bang!

"This field is very strong!" Tezuka said in a deep voice.

He saw the magic of the realm at a glance, and it was even more wonderful than his Tezuka realm.

As the tennis ball passes through the field, the speed of rotation slows down, the trajectory of rotation slows down, and naturally the opposite of the ball slows down in force.

0:15！

This ball, Fujima hit back.

Watanabe, however, kept his feet on the spot and did not move his steps.

"Shhhhh

Jibu couldn't help but take a cool breath.

What kind of monsters are the players of the first army?

"Really?"

"My power is in the world, but I have cracked a lot of fields!"

Duke Watanabe still looked at Fujima with a smile.

"This guy!"

Looking at the smile on the head of the plane, his expression changed, and he had a bad premonition in his heart!

The other party is the third in the first army, so he will lift the restrictions.

I've been in the training camp for a while, and I should show a certain amount of strength.

Let the two coaches watching the game have a look!

Duke Watanabe thought about it and took a deep breath.

"Ahh

With a soft shout.

Then, with a "tearing", his tricolor coat was directly reduced to shreds.

"Gollum!"

The bald Nakamura, who came to watch the battle, swallowed his spit fiercely.

Burst clothes?

"The muscle strength of the upper limbs stretches the clothes apart!" Yukimura's face also changed slightly.

Although it has only been a few days since I came to the training camp.

However, the elite here opened his eyes.

Tezuka, Trace, the same!

In the monitoring room, Kurobe's face changed, and he almost squirted the coffee in his mouth.

"Destruction Mr. Wang, restrictions lifted?"

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