Net King: This player is backed by justice

"Oh!"

"Game, Atobe Keigo, 4-0!"

"Oh my, I was beaten really badly."

Jinguji Hikaru looked at Echizen Ryoma who was drinking a lot of water with a teasing look on his face, without hiding the teasing on his face.

"As a minister, is it a bit irresponsible to say this at this time?"

Echizen Ryoma complained helplessly, his eyes slightly complaining.

"What, you still want me to comfort you?"

"unnecessary."

Echizen Ryoma stubbornly refused Jinguji Hikari and walked onto the court without looking back.

"I will win."

Looking at Echizen Ryoma's stubborn back, Jinguji Hikaru's eyes flickered slightly.

"It's still far from enough."

"Well done, Atobu, win the game cleanly!"

Outside the court, Hiyaketo shouted loudly to Atobe Keigo inside the court, but

"Shut up, Yue Ren!"

Atobe Keigo's impatient voice made Hiyakuto stunned, and Atobe Keigo didn't even need to turn around. Everyone in Hyōtei could imagine Atobe Keigo's unhappy and annoyed expression at this time.

"You don't know how to read the situation, Yue Ren."

Yuushi Ninzu sighed in annoyance.

"You wouldn't think that Atobe would think it would be a happy thing to compete with that first-year student."

Xiang Riyueren smiled bitterly, and only then did he realize it.

When the break came, Keigo Atobe smashed the water glass on the chair, and then returned to the court aggressively.

Let me deal with you quickly!

His cold eyes were like the howling cold wind, constantly eroding Echizen Ryoma.

Echizen Ryoma faced Atobe Keigo's cold eyes and pressed the brim of his hat with a stubborn expression, revealing a pair of firm and sharp eyes.

"I haven't lost yet!"

The game continues.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"0-15!"

"0-30!"

"40-0!"

"Ah, it can't be done, it can't be done."

Horio held his head in his hands in despair, with a sad face.

"That's not possible at all. That guy Echizen is no match for me at all."

Although Horio and Morio were in a very low mood at this time, they still forced a smile and said: "But the opponent's strength is already quite powerful. Ryoma can persist until now, which is already very powerful."

"That is to say, and Horio, haven't you noticed that Ryoma is holding on to each ball longer and longer. Doesn't this mean that Ryoma is slowly adapting to his opponent's rhythm?"

Yes. Is there such a thing?

"Ahem, of course I know that."

Horio said with full force, and then couldn't help showing a worried expression.

"But, I still hope that Echizen guy can win."

This kid is much tougher than I imagined.

Atobe Keigo looked at the opposite Echizen Ryoma with some surprise, who was still stubborn and refused to give up, and he recognized his strength in his heart, but

If you want to defeat me, it's still too early for you.

Atobe Keigo's eyes narrowed.

When Ryoma Echizen noticed the change in his eyes, his expression suddenly changed.

Oops!

His body subconsciously assumed a vigilant posture.

"Haha, it's useless."

Atobe Keigo's eyes were strong and sharp as he could see through everything.

"Your blind spot is clear to me in my eyes!"

"This goal is the last!"

After looking through the blind spot of Ryoma's body, Atobe Keigo hit the tennis ball hard.

"Oh!"

The tennis ball flew to Echizen Ryoma's court as fast as a meteor, and rushed out of the court in the blink of an eye. However, Echizen Ryoma didn't make any movement at all at this time, but looked at Keigo Atobe unwillingly with his eyes.

"You're really decisive."

Dashi looked at the situation on the field and frowned slightly.

"Sure enough, it's a bit risky to let Echizen take the No. 2 singles position against Hyotei."

"Anyway, this is also an exercise for the little one."

Kikumaru said with a chuckle.

Even if Echizen Ryoma really lost this game, it would not matter at all to Seigaku's victory.

Takeshi Momoro's face was full of envy.

"Ah, that's great. I also want to play a game with Atobe. I want to try to see if I can save the ball that flew into the blind corner."

On the coach's chair, Jinguji Hikari looked at Echizen Ryoma with interest.

The current situation no longer allowed Echizen Ryoma to make any mistakes, and he was completely cornered by Atobe Keigo.

Seeing the solemnity and unyieldingness in Echizen Ryoma's eyes, Jinguji Hikaru gently tapped his fingers on his knees, as elegantly as if he were playing the piano.

He is also like a conductor, controlling the trend of the entire game.

The more critical the situation is, the more geniuses who refuse to give up easily will find it easier to break through themselves, so now.

"You are indeed very strong."

Ok?

Atobe Keigo, who was about to receive the serve, was slightly startled, his eyes darkened, and he looked at Echizen Ryoma quietly.

I don't know what his psychology was, but at this moment, Echizen Ryoma's face became more and more calm, calm, and his eyes were focused and empty.

This guy.

Atobe Keigo, who noticed something amiss, smiled coldly.

"Oh!"

Without any wavering, hesitation or hesitation, Echizen Ryoma still moved cleanly and decisively hit the tennis ball towards Atobe Keigo.

Tatata!

The victory in this game belongs to me.

Atobe Keigo's eyes flashed with confidence as he returned the tennis ball with his backhand.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

After several rounds of fighting, Echizen Ryoma felt that he was becoming more and more focused, and his heart felt calm.

A mysterious white aura gradually appeared in his eyes.

This is!

"This ball will kill you!"

Keigo Atobe hit a ball aggressively, flying directly to Echizen Ryoma's blind spot, but...

"Shh!"

Looking at the originally empty position, Echizen Ryoma's figure suddenly appeared, which made Atobe Keigo frown.

That's the Shuchi method from Higa Province's Kute Eishiro.

Not only that, looking at the posture of Echizen Ryoma holding the racket high, the three Horios couldn't help but subconsciously shouted: "That posture is - Flying Swallow Returns to the Nest!"

"Oh!"

The light and shadow were as cold and bright as the light of a sword, and the tennis ball landed lightly on Keigo Atobe's court like a flexible swallow, and then flew out of the court directly close to the ground.

"Whoosh!"

"15-0!"

The referee, who had seen strong winds and waves, immediately announced the score.