Seraph of Net King

A tennis ball flies high into the air.

The eyes of the surrounding crowd subconsciously looked towards the tennis ball.

Call!

In an instant, Sanada shook his racket violently.

Everyone saw only a trace of afterimage, and the tennis ball exploded on the court of the trace.

It's the wind again!

The body moved, and the lilac eyes stared at the flying tennis player's racket and swung violently.

"Boom!"

As if it had been precisely calculated, the tennis ball fell steadily into the racket.

Instantly, his arm moved and he backhanded.

"Plundering like fire!"

"Boom!"

The terrifying flame bomb landed heavily on the stadium in the tracks, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The referee announced, "0:30!"

"Two more balls!"

When Lihaida heard the referee's verdict, he immediately shouted.

"Whew....""Zero Three-Seven"

The sound of breathing became heavier and heavier, and the sweat on his face kept falling to the ground.

Gradually, he felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier.

"Damn. "

He cursed in a low voice and took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down.

"Bang ——!"

By this time, Sanada's serve had landed at his feet.

The body of the trace body that was in a state of distraction shook violently.

The referee announced, "0:40!"

"One more ball!!"

The voices of the big players in Lihai involuntarily increased by a few points.

One more goal and they're going to win!

"It's over. "

Seiichi Yukimura had a gentle smile on his face, and it seemed that winning the match had made him feel more comfortable.

Liu Lianji closed his eyes again, and said in a very flat tone: "In the end, it was Ichiro who won." "

"Is it over?"

Outside the court, Mamoru Inoue looked at the traces that had reached the limit and shook his head.

"After all, Lihai is still a step ahead, and the trace department is going to lose. "

Tezuka Kunimitsu and the others had different faces, quietly looking at the traces on the court.

Ryo Shishido almost roared, "Trace, you guy cheer me up!"

"You narcissistic bastard!"

He shouted to the people of Higaku: "You are our vice minister!

"If you lose, I'm going to blow your head off!!"

Akutsu held the fence in front of him and looked at the trace with a grim gaze.

Shinobi shivered as he held his arm.

Akutagawa Jiro didn't feel sleepy at this moment.

Mijinchi's face was flat and he didn't speak.

"It's over, Keigo Tracebe!"

Sanada Koichiro throws the last ball high and waves his racket!

Fast as the wind!

Boom!!

The strong wind wrapped the tennis ball and shot out quickly!

"Trace!!"

The faces of the Ice Emperor and the others showed a look of unwillingness.

"Am you going to lose? I haven't finished my promise to dominate the neon tennis world together. "

Jibu looked at the flying tennis ball, his eyes a little dim.

"How could Uncle Ben fall here?"

"No, Uncle Ben definitely can't afford to lose here. "

"Win! Uncle Ben wants to win!!"

He's going to win!

All before you want to win!

Victory!

He wants victory!

"The cells and nerve endings of the whole body are all active for Uncle Ben!!"

The trace's eyes widened, and the momentum that had disappeared unscrupulously burst out!

The lilac eyes gradually turned to ice!

Win!

Win!

At this moment, the only thing in the mind of the trace is to win!

"Freeze Uncle Ben!"

Click, click, click!

In an instant, the lilac eyes completely transformed into an icy color.

In his icy eyes, the speed of the tennis ball slowed down incredibly.

Icicles fell from the sky and instantly filled the course of Sanada Koichiro.

Whew!Whew!

In the eyes of the trace, the whole person of Sanada Koichiro on the other side is in a world of ice!

An icy chill quickly filled the air.

The extremely cold air can even float in the air to a degree that is visible to the naked eye.

"Ice World ——!"

The tone of the trace was haughty and confident.

At this moment, he returned to that narcissistic, confident trace.

"Bang ——!"

The racket hit the tennis ball, and the terrifying sound instantly dispersed in all directions.

"Whoosh——!

The tennis ball seemed to be enveloped by this chill, and the pale yellow tennis ball gradually turned into an ice color.

"Click!"

In an instant, the tennis ball hit an icicle on the side of Koichiro Sanada.

Strecks of ice drifted in the air.

"What?!"

Sanada Koichiro turned his head to look at the tennis ball behind him that had rolled out of the bottom line, and his heart trembled uncontrollably.

"How is this possible? I didn't react?"

His pupils continued to contract, and the moment he fought back, his body seemed to freeze in place.

“......"

Yukimura Seiichi, Yanagi Renji, Mori Shouzaburo, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Fuji Shusuke, Akutsu, Shinobu Yushi, etc., the eyes of everyone around them were all on the court.

They were a little stunned, at that moment.

The trail that was about to be defeated counterattacked? And it was a direct score.

"Hahaha!!"

On the other side, he covered his face with one hand and laughed loudly.

Seeing this scene, a smile finally appeared on the face of the gods.

"After all, it didn't disappoint me, Trace!"

Gradually.

The laughter of the trace slowly faded away.

The ice-colored pupils looked at Sanada Koichiro without blinking and laughed: "In Uncle Ben's world, you are full of dead ends!"

"Referee, the verdict has been changed. "

The words of the trace department brought everyone back to their senses.

“1、15:40！"

The referee swallowed, then announced, his voice still shaking.

"Impossible!"

Sanada Junichiro shouted subconsciously.

Liu Lian Er was suddenly stunned, her eyes widened and she said with a shocked expression: "Just now, what the hell happened?"

"I don't know. "

Yukimura Seiichi's eyes were also full of surprise, and at that moment, in his eyes, Sanada Koichiro didn't make any moves.

5.6 "Miracle, happened. "

Outside the court, Fuji Zhousuke's blue pupils were full of shock.

Shuiichiro Oishi took a deep breath and said, "That's what Tezuka just said, the game is not over, and no one knows what to say." "

Tezuka Kunimitsu also showed surprise in his eyes, but he quickly recovered.

Mamoru Inoue is no better, just now he said that the trace department was decided, but now....

A miracle happened!

"Traces! Traces!"

Suddenly, the players of the Ice Emperor kept shouting the names of the traces.

"Hmph, the struggle before dying!"

Sanada's eyes showed a hint of gloom, and the palm holding the racket was clenched tightly.

Swish!

The tennis ball was tossed high.

Fast as the wind!

With the extreme swing of the racket, the tennis ball disappeared from people's field of vision in an instant. _

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