Net King: God-level Talent

"Whew!".

Tracebe took a deep breath.

Sweat poured down his cheeks.

The arrogant emperor became very embarrassed.

This level of serve, although it is not as effective as Tang Huaiser's serve, is very domineering and sharp. He couldn't see which real tennis ball was.

And that phantom ball just now.

They tore the corners of his clothes.

"Kurokawa Kaedehide, what kind of player is it?".

He gritted his teeth, his face remained calm.

If it's a master like Sanada Koichiro, Yukimura, and Tezuka, you should have heard of it. But obviously, the tennis level of the fat man in front of him is much stronger than Sanada.

This level of serve is not something he can receive.

Even if it did, it would shake his wrist and lead him into an even more dangerous trap.

"Awesome, stinky boy is amazing!".

Mifune Irido couldn't help but praise, and looked forward to Fengxiu's future even more, even if it was those self-righteous training camp elites, they had to weigh whether they could successfully fight back.

"Let's let this kid enter the training camp in advance!"

The heart of the initiation is determined to pay attention.

He won't force Feng Xiu, as long as Feng Xiu can persevere, he will stay.

If you can't persevere, you will go back to train with the middle school students, after all, you are only a second-year middle school student, and if you see the cruel side of tennis too early, I am afraid that you will be unstable.

"This move, the baptism of the storm, is really strong!" Qian also grew his mouth, looked at the court with a dull face, and muttered to himself: "If I can learn this trick, it will be good!".

"Kenya, it's not to hit you. Tennis is at a different level, and you can't learn this trick!".

With his powers of observation, he could naturally observe such air currents.

Shiraishi nodded, agreeing with Hara's words.

This level of serving is not like a sonic boom screw bomb, you can learn it by mastering the principles and practicing diligently. This serve requires a deeper understanding of tennis.

"It's good to have money!" said Kenya stupidly.

He believes that Feng Xiu can improve so quickly because of an unfathomable coach.

After all, Fengxiu's performance before was completely a novice!

Ito's terrifying chipping ball still trembled inside him.

The rapid growth of Kaede is attributed to the teachings of Ito Daichi.

"Of course it's good to have money, huh! You can hire the best coach. Cai Qian Guang said innocently.

"The coach only plays a supporting role, and the core that can become stronger is still Fengxiu's own talent, just like a god-level talent. "

Bai Shi secretly thought in his heart, but he would not be stupid enough to think that Feng Xiu's strength has become so strong because of a good coach.

If a person's tennis talent is very poor.

No matter how much you teach, it will stop there.

How could he have known that just a few days after Kaede Xiu entered the hell training mode, he came to the Hummingbird Tennis Club, met Mifune, and stepped into hell again.

The difference in strength is already obvious.

"Ito, this guy you taught is amazing!".

Listening to Takano's praise, Ito smiled faintly and said, "I can't be wrong when I look at people! Kaede Xiu has professional potential!".

"Hey, that's an exaggeration, isn't it? "

"Wait and see, Takaya!".

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"GAME!Kaede Kurokawa, score 3:5, exchange venues!".

Feng Xiu's forehead was also full of sweat, but his expression was very indifferent.

But the sweat on the forehead of the trace is very embarrassing.

Even though he has the ability to fight a protracted battle, he is very weak in his heart.

The two indifferently exchanged venues again.

"You've fallen into my trap, Trace!".

Listening to Feng Xiu's indifferent words, the face of the trace department sank, and he said coldly: "Trap, how could Uncle Ben fall into your trap, let you see Uncle Ben's stunt again, Tang Huaise's serve!".

A rainbow of color burst out of his eyes, and he leaned back, flicked his wrist, and immediately aimed his tennis racket down.

This ball, Feng Xiuming knew that it was Tang Huaise's serve, but he still ran towards the place where he landed.

Bang!

The tennis ball bounced on the ground, and it did not glide away close to the ground, but bounced up ten centimeters slightly, just a few tens of centimeters, caught by Feng Xiu in his eyes, and his right wrist was backhanded.

Bang!

“0:15!"

"How is it possible!" The pupils of the trace shrank suddenly, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, how could his Tang Wyser serve, how could he make a mistake?

"Tang Huaise's serve and make a mistake?" said Xiang Riyue in incredible amazement.

"Mistakes?".

The Ninja Foot Warrior frowned slightly, not quite understanding why the trace was mistaken.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, he understood why Tang Huaise's serve was wrong, and he kept hitting the ball back and forth with Feng Xiu, and received a few "extreme strength", his wrist vibrate, his strength was insufficient, and his arm was slightly numb, which was not enough to hit a perfect Tang Huaiser serve.

As a result, the spin of the tennis ball is off, and it will bounce off a few points after it hits the ground.

"It's a trap!"

Traces groaned.

There was a feeling of powerlessness in his heart, a deep feeling of powerlessness in the face of Feng Xiu's domineering tennis. This guy is not only powerful, but also very intelligent.

"This guy is so fat now, and his strength to lose weight is absolutely terrifying!".

Cold sweat flowed down his forehead again and onto his pale cheeks.

"His wrist and arm ability are no longer enough to support him to hit a one-hit serve!" Ito said lightly.

When Gao Ye heard this, he chuckled and said, "What a little monster, the initiation coach actually arranged for me to fight with your apprentice! "

"Apprentice, I can't afford to be Feng Xiu's master with this little strength, as the leader of Feng Xiu's first entry into the tennis world, I am already very content!".

"Haha, Ito, you kid has been playing professionally for two years!".

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