King of Nets

Qian Shi's heart tightened.

The players of the King of the Seas are really scary.

"I didn't expect you to score a point so easily, but I won't let you score so easily, Chitose."

Although Chitose won the first round, it could be seen that Maori was not worried. As Lin Wang said earlier, the game just now was just for him to test Chitose's strength.

"Won't you let me score easily?"

Chitose's eyes narrowed, and he knew that Maori didn't show his true strength in the last round.

But even so... so what, after all, it's not only Maori who didn't use his full strength, so why wasn't he.

"Let me see how strong you are with all your strength."

With a cold drink in a low voice, Chitose took out a tennis ball from his pocket, and after slapping it a few times, he swung the racket and hit the tennis ball out.

The tennis ball flew out quickly, landed on the tee line, and then flew out of the court like a streamer.

Maori saw the timing and quickly swung the racket to meet him, holding the racket with one hand and hitting the tennis ball hard.

boom.

With a loud bang, the tennis ball turned into an extremely fierce Huang Mangbiao and shot out.

A very strong shot, the power is not only much stronger than the previous shot by Maori.

"It was so easy to hit my serve back. It's really strong, but I'm not afraid."

Chitose, who instantly analyzed where the ball would land, rushed out quickly. He didn't even wait for the tennis ball to hit the ground before swinging his racket.

The tennis ball slammed heavily on Chitose's racket, and the power contained in it was poured onto his arm in an instant.

The power is very strong, so strong that Chitose's arm can't help sinking.

"Is this the full strength of Mori Jusaburo? It's really strong. The power of this ball is almost incomparable to the previous one, but you are stronger, and I am stronger than you."

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"Is this the full strength of Mori Jusaburo? It's really strong. The power of this ball is almost incomparable to the previous one, but you are stronger, and I am stronger than you."

Chitose's arm squirmed up at this moment, and a huge force rushed out of his wrist, and then poured into the racket.

next moment

boom.

The tennis ball flew out like a bullet shot by a sniper rifle, and the terrifying rotational force contained in it made the air rub against each other.

Marui Wentai said in shock: "What an amazing rotational force is so strong."

boom.

When Maori's racket received the ball, it immediately hit with a huge force, the power of this ball far surpassed any ball that Chitose had hit before.

"I didn't expect you to hide your strength, it's really interesting."

Maori was shocked by Chitose's performance before, but he did not expect that Chitose would retain the same strength as him.

boom.

Mori Suzaburo shook the racket lightly, and after dissolving the rotational force in the tennis ball, he hit the tennis ball out of the way.

But the tennis ball had just crossed the net, and Chitose's figure rushed to the front of the net.

Not only the power of returning the ball, but also the speed is much improved than before.

"Even the speed has increased. Thousands of miles, I am more and more interested in you. You are worthy of being my opponent."

At this moment, Maori's hidden blood was completely inspired by Chitose.

His eyes were fixed on Chitose's wrist. At the moment when Chitose hit the ball, after predicting Chitose's ball path, Mori Suzaburo rushed out quickly and stood at the landing point of the ball one step ahead.

"The other party actually saw through Chitose's actions."

Qian Shi looked shocked.

"It's normal. After all, Maori is a player who is the king of the sea. It is reasonable to have this ability to predict the opponent's ball."

Lin Wang was not surprised by all this.

In the original book, Mori Jusaburo squeezed into the top ten of the Japanese U17 training camp high school student team in his first year of high school. If he can't even do this, it will be surprising.

"Chitose, your strength is very good, but your style of play is clear at a glance, and I can see it all clearly. In this case, I would like to see how you score."

After saying this, Mori Jusaburo's racket suddenly fell.

A sharp backhand swipe hit the tennis ball in a corner of Chitose.

15-0.

"Good guy."

Chitose's eyes shone brightly, and even he did not expect that Mouri Jusaburo was so strong under all his strength.

No matter the prediction of the opponent's ball path or the ability to catch the opponent's flaws, they have reached a very high level, even better than his 3.2.

Last year's national competition, he lost to Maori is not wrong.