The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Therefore, Oni Jujiro warned fiercely.

“Boy, you give me a good beating, otherwise I’ll burst your head!!”

The high school students next to them couldn’t help but snort.

They all looked at Atsushi Ziyuan on the field.

“It’s miserable, the ghost is really angry!”

“Good fellow, you can actually annoy the ghost, that kid cow!”

“Don’t say cool words, let’s stand back, it’s not good if we are injured by mistake…”

So, everyone stepped back and stood within a safe range.

At this time, the stadium is like a battlefield, which people are afraid to avoid.

“Drink!”

“Bang bang!”

“Boom!”

Soon, the pitch was quiet again with only the sound of batting remaining.

“Ahhh~~ What a boring game~~” Atsushi Shihara yawned while defending.

Takeshi Momojo on the side of the court clenched his fists, and his forehead was full of black lines.

“Please, who made this game so boring, and the face said.”

Boom!

Suddenly, the situation on the field changed.

Atsushi Ziyuan, who was still quietly defending, suddenly strode to the net.

Oni Jujiro didn’t expect this guy to go online either.

Once he gets online, his defense weakens a lot.

Because the balls in front of the net are mostly fast.

Before the average person can react, the ball is already heading back.

As a result, there are very few people who can easily defend in front of the net.

“Ahhh~~ The front seems to be seen more clearly~~”

Atsushi Shihara said lazily, then swung the racket in his hand, a backhand, and hit the ball from under his arm.

Before landing, it rotated half a circle in the air.

“It’s a very drifting and bright counterattack!” The spectators sighed.

Kikumaru Eiji suddenly remembered something and bumped Shuichiro Oishi next to him with his elbow.

“Eh, Dashi, I almost forgot, that Ziyuan’s reflex nerves are very strong…”

Hearing this, including Dashi, several people next to him were stunned.

“Ahhh~~ These balls are too easy~~” Atsushi Shihara said defiantly.

The opposite ball came directly towards his face.

He jumped in front of the net and dunked the ball from a height.

Boom!

The power of killing is very strong, like a slam dunk, unstoppable,

“15—0.”

“Boom!”

Ziyuan Tun landed firmly on the ground, his pigtails swinging.

“Ah~~ isn’t it, can’t you catch that kind of ball~~”

He got cheap and sold well, which made Ghost Jujiro angry.

Oni Jujiro, who originally had a calm personality, is being destroyed step by step.

He glared angrily at Atsushi Shihara and roared lowly.

“You fellow, I’m going to kill you!”

Eishiro Kite, who once lost to Atsushi Shihara, understood Oni Jujiro’s mood very well.

After all, opponents like Atsushi Ziyuan are really hateful and infuriating.

He acted carelessly, but in fact he spoke with a gun and a stick.

On the side of the court, Irie said to Tokugawa Kazuya next to him.

“It’s rare to see a ghost so uncalm.”

Kazuya Tokugawa didn’t have any expression on his face.

“Annoying the ghosts is not good for them.”

Irie looked at Tokugawa Kazuya with interest.

Behind his glasses, his eyes were a little smiling.

“Aha, I think it’s more fun this way.”

Bang!

Atsushi Shihara showed his stunt dexterity in front of the net.

Although he is tall, his body is exceptionally sensitive.

That’s why he’s so powerful.

Bang bang!

“Ah~~ I’m going to start attacking, red-haired ghost~~”

After speaking, Ziyuan Atsushi’s pupils shrank, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

After the force under his feet, his whole body bounced to the ground.

“Uh-huh, it’s amazing bouncing power.” Coach Saito touched his chin and said.

Even Takuji Ryuji was stunned.

Jumping in place in front of the net can still jump so high, this kid, it’s too unscientific!

“Boom!”

“Ah~~~~”

Oni Jujiro immediately rushed forward and caught the menacing ball with his racket.

But that goal didn’t have time to fight back.

Because it falls on the racket, like a shot ball.

No, probably heavier than a shot put.

Oni Jujiro frowned, his eyes split.

The muscles in his arms bulged out.

Bang bang!

“30—0.”

Atsushi Shihara looked very happy.

“Ahhh~~I’m a little hungry~~”

Saying that, he glanced faintly at the snacks on the sidelines.

“Gollum~~”

His stomach made a noise, and the people next to him couldn’t help but snicker.

But Fumita Marui of Tachikai understood very well.

If you are hungry, it means that you are exerted too much.

Thinking of this, Marui Fumita’s expression was a little solemn.

Bang!

Half an hour later, Atsushi Shihara won a round.

“Ah~~~ I’m so tired, I don’t want to fight~” In the rest area, Atsushi Shihara leaned back in the chair and said with his eyes closed.

His freewheeling appearance made everyone around him feel incredible.

Oni Jujiro poured water on his face as a way to calm himself down.

Behind him, the voice of the Phoenix of the Equal Courtyard was indifferent.

“I thought you would grow a little bit after a lesson.”

This alludes to the fact that Oni Jujiro had lost to junior high school students before.

Several others looked at Seijuro Akaji.

Seijuro Akaji, on the other hand, looked indifferent and had an intriguing expression.

Byodoin Phoenix continued.

“You know, originally this match was played by Akaji.”

Duke Watanabe tilted his head.

The headman’s words should not be to remind the ghost that if Akaji plays, there will be such a situation.

Oni Jujiro stood up abruptly.

His eyes became sharp again.

“Don’t compare me to anyone.”

After that, he took the racket and walked towards the court.

Byodoin Phoenix glanced at Seijuro Akaji and said.

“It’s just a game.”

Seijuro Akaji smiled indifferently.

“Games, in that case, it doesn’t matter if you win or not.”

Bang bang!

Boom!

The game went into a fever pitch, with neither side backing down.

“The first army won this game, 1-3.”

……

“The second army won this game, 2-3, change the field.”

“Drink!”

“Boom!”

The mood of everyone rose and fell with the situation on the field.

3—4.

4—5.

……

“The first set is over, and the first army wins.”

Second set.

Bang!

Atsushi Shihara’s batting speed and power are stronger than before.

The hair he tied up could be seen dripping with beads of sweat.

“Boom!”

Oni Jujiro was in a suppressed situation in the second set.

He couldn’t get close to the net, and the paralysis in his arm was very real.