The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Kaido unzipped his coat, not to be outdone.

“Hit and beat, who is afraid of whom!”

Seeing that the two people were about to make trouble again, they suddenly heard the referee announce.

“Diguang scores, 4-5. Change the field.”

On the sidelines, Daiki Aomomine and Tetsuya Kuroko stood in front of Akaji.

The two stood upright like soldiers waiting for instructions.

Seijuro Akaji talked to them a lot, all about the next tactical questions.

As they spoke, Ryuzaki was very curious.

But I couldn’t lean in to listen, so I could only suppress my curiosity.

“Next, it’s up to Kuroko’s performance.”

“As for that Kikumaru, he can’t jump up anymore and directly crosses him.”

Qingfeng Daiki was a little puzzled and asked.

“Since that burgundy hair can’t play a stunt ball, why don’t you focus on him?”

“If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be easier to score.”

Seijuro Akaji’s eyes lifted, showing a faint look of displeasure.

“My orders are absolute.”

Qingfeng Daiki clenched his fists slightly, almost gritting his teeth and answering, “Got it.” ”

Boom!

A golden pillar of light stood on the court.

At the tail end, the tennis ball fell sharply.

Kuroko Tetsuya suddenly ran, although his speed was not fast.

Ryota Huangse shouted excitedly.

“Aha! I finally saw the little sunspot! ”

Kuroko Tetsuya raised the racket in his hand, and everyone’s eyes focused on him.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when the ball bounced, a surprising scene appeared.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

The bouncing ball is struck out by another powerful force.

That power came from Qingfeng Daiki.

An upward spinning interception caught Dashi off guard.

Outside the field, the players of the youth school were also very surprised.

Buji Shusuke had a gentle and faint smile on his face.

However, his slightly exposed ice-blue eyes were a little cool.

“Yes, that’s what Yuta said…”

“Diguang Middle School, the sixth person of the ‘Age of Miracles’.”

Satoshi Horio and several other first-year students repeated in unison.

“‘Phantom Sixth Man’!? What is that? ”

Echizen Ryoma quickly guessed the meaning of the nickname.

He looked at Tetsuya Kuroko who “appeared” from time to time on the field, pressed the brim of his hat, and said to himself with interest.

“Oh? It’s a fun tag team combination. ”

While everyone was talking, the situation on the field had changed upside down.

Buji Shusuke suddenly realized something, and analyzed it unhurriedly.

“I originally thought that he would use his gaze inducement to reduce his sense of existence.”

“Unexpectedly, he did the opposite.”

“This is — reverse gaze induction.”

Under the thick lenses of his glasses, his gaze was faint.

“‘Sight guidance’, I just heard about it before, but I didn’t expect that someone would actually put it into practice.”

“So it is, first reduce your sense of existence, only then will the future appear more prickly and exciting.”

“Plus we also consciously want to pay attention to the defender’s actions, but it is distracting.”

Hearing the analysis of the players, Ryuzaki Pansy may feel relieved.

But she is more curious and interested in Diguang Middle School.

Diguang Middle School, which can cultivate such excellent team members, is a strange place to live.

In this process, their captain should be indispensable.

Thinking of this, Ryuzaki Pansy looked sideways at Seijuro Akaji.

He was calm and relaxed, like a wise man who was used to seeing the storm.

At this moment, in his eyes, there is not much emotion, only understanding and indifference.

Clearly, he is confident in his control of the situation.

Indifference, it is his disdain for the strength of his opponent.

The original “golden combination” forward was broken, leaving only defender Oishi one-on-two.

Those balls all actively bypassed Eiji Kikumaru, as if the opponent did it on purpose.

Kikumaru’s personality is very strong, but he is very eager to hit the ball.

Several times watching the ball pass over him, Kikumaru’s mood was impetuous.

Bang bang!

“Look at me, Kikumaru beam-”

Kikumaru Eiji turned in the air and extended his racket to intercept.

but let the ball graze the edge of the racket.

“0—30.”

Shōichiro Oishi stepped forward, patted Eiji’s shoulder, and asked with concern.

“Eiji, are you all right?”

Shōichiro Oishi stepped forward, patted Eiji’s shoulder, and asked with concern.

“Eiji, are you all right?”

Kikumaru Eiji looked down at his wrist and replied with a strong smile.

“Of course I’m fine, maybe ‘low battery’.”

Dashi’s heart tightened, and sure enough, the thing he was most worried about happened.

Kikumaru’s physical strength was no longer able to support the next match.

After thinking about it again, Dashi resolutely proposed.

“Eiji, until you recover your strength, the rest of the ball will be handed over to me.”

Although Eiji Kikumaru was reluctant, he couldn’t help himself at the moment.