Net King's system makes me invincible

"Little brat, if you don't stay there and come to this kind of place again, do you dislike the good life?"

When the helicopter flew over the hill, it landed in the open space in front of the grungy old man.

After a person got off the helicopter, the helicopter flew away without stopping, and the person who got off was Horio.

"I'm not someone from the loser group, you can't control me."

Hearing the ridicule of the old man in front of him as soon as he got off the helicopter, Horio couldn't help but turned back.

"Since you're here, I'll hand over those trash high school students to you. Those brats should be here soon. I need to train them properly."

"Old man, I'm here because I want to practice, not to help you.

And you and I know what kind of high school students are like, leave the mess to me, and pick up the good ones yourself, you must have drunk too much. "

How could Horio feel better when he was asked to bring a high school student 5 minutes after landing.

But the sloppy old man didn't care about this, he turned around and walked in front of the high school students who were practicing.

"Stop it for me first! Come and gather all the garbage!"

"Yes! Coach Mifune!"

Hearing Mifune's order, the high school students moved quickly and surrounded them immediately.

"From now on, you are under the control of that brat.

Of course, don’t think that you are out of my control. When I want to use you, you still have to obey unconditionally. Do you hear me? "

"Yes! Coach Mifune!"

With a few words from Mifune, Horio was dragged into the water, and Horio was also speechless.

"Coach Sanchuan! I don't accept it!"

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the crowd, and Horio turned his head to look, and it turned out to be Sasabe.

"What did you say?"

Hearing Sasabe's protest, Mifune's tone was very indifferent.

But Sasabe still bit the bullet and said the reasons for his dissatisfaction.

"I don't allow a middle school student to manage our high school students, it's an insult to us!"

"You still feel insulted?"

Hearing what Sasabe said, Horio's curiosity, which he didn't want to care about at first, reappeared.

"You have all come to this kind of place, do you think you have any dignity?

Since you are not convinced, let your strength speak for itself. "

Looking at the sad and angry high school students in the court, Horio couldn't help showing a look in his eyes.

"You should already be familiar with this field. I will use a special racket to stand on the side with potholes, and you will use ordinary rackets to level the field.

As many as you want, as long as you can win a ball in my hands, it proves that I am not qualified to manage you trash. "

Having said that, Horio picked up a special racket and walked onto the court.

"Young middle school kid...don't think you can be so arrogant just by following Brother Ghost's ass, we high school students are not easy to mess with."

Seeing Horio disdain himself and his companions so much, Sasabe's competitive spirit was aroused.

Mifune watched as Horio and the high school students didn't speak, and let them compete.

After Horio got ready, the high school students also switched to normal rackets.

"Little ghost, don't say we don't take care of you, let you serve first."

"Really? After practicing here for a few days, your arrogance that belongs to high school students still exists. You can only work harder."

Looking at the high school students who were almost packed across the stadium, Horio's eyes flashed coldly.

Then I saw the tennis ball in his hand glowing purple, he let go of his hand naturally, and Horio hit the next serve.

The appearance of hitting the ball alone, even if it is just a serve, is enough to scare high school students.

Before he had time to dodge, the tennis ball had landed.

After a burst of strong smoke and dust, the power of the tennis ball sent several people flying away.

"Is this the so-called high school student who is not easy to mess with? Can't even catch a ball, are you going to stay here forever?"

Horio changed his usual kind expression, the aura in his eyes made the legs of the high school students tremble.

"Welcome to rebirth, trash, seize the opportunity I give you, and you will be stronger after experiencing the creation."

It was another luminous shot that knocked out several high school students again.

"Damn! That brat is so strong..."

"It was a horrible shot...I didn't dare to catch it..."

Looking at the high school students who were blown away, the fear in the hearts of other high school students has made them afraid to face Horio.

But Horio's ball can't stop just because they dare not face it. After four consecutive hits, the number of high school students on the field has been reduced by half.

"Cheer up! Now it's our turn to serve! As long as we hit one ball, we win!"

The right to serve came to the high school students, and Sasabe as the leader cheered up the rest of them a little.

Throwing the ball in his hand, Sasabe aimed at a hole in Horio's half court.

The tennis ball didn't rebound normally after hitting the pothole on the ground, but bounced at an unreasonable angle.

"In the face of real strength, any cleverness is futile."

Facing Sasabe's attack, Horio came to the trajectory of the ball without even taking a step.

A backhand returns the tennis ball, and a high school student's racket is knocked off.

"You can't even catch a return of this strength. What have you been practicing these days?"

A high school student with an ordinary racket couldn't hit back the ball returned by Horio with a special racket. Whether it was a high school student who was not eliminated on the court or a high school student who was watching off the court, they all felt ashamed of this.

The weight difference was dozens of times, and it was difficult for me to even swing the racket, but Horio was able to hit the ball with a strong force. The difference was obvious.

"Be serious! Even if you bet everything, you have to hit that guy's ball back!"

"it is good!"

The memory of being taught a lesson by junior high school students resurfaced in Zuo Zuobe's mind again, and he did not want to repeat the same mistakes after he had already suffered a fiasco.

So the unwillingness and anger in his heart made him also infect other high school students, and even those who were eliminated off the field cheered them up.

"The spirit is worth encouraging, but you should accept failure well."

Sasabe had already hit another serve, Horio hit it back and the tennis ball flew towards one of the high school students.

"Fujino! Let's go together!"

Not far from the high school student named Fujino, a high school student with a cut hair rushed over immediately.

Hearing what his companion said, Fujino immediately understood what it meant.

The two players overlapped their rackets and hit Horio's return at the same time.

Although it is the strength of two people, they still feel a bit embarrassed about the ball that returned to Horio.

After a few seconds of hard work, the two barely hit the ball back.

Although the two who fought back reluctantly did not aim at a certain pothole, the tennis ball somehow hit one of them.

The occurrence of this situation surprised the high school students, but Horio's counterattack made them fall into despair again.