Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 228 Closing
The cyan lotus imprint imprints halftime.

Yan Shisan's right hand trembled slightly, and the sword intent of the fourteen lightsabers behind him also seemed much dimmer.

Even after absorbing Zhang Cheng's dual-path fusion method, and the sword box of the imagery of kendo evolving to the No. 14 sword, he is still not Zhang Cheng's opponent.

After all, his way of brilliance has only broken seven, and compared with Zhang Cheng's seamless brilliance of breaking eight, the difference is not 01:30.

The scene was a little quiet, especially the side of Yanjing Middle School, which looked a little lifeless.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Yan Shisan had already lost. In the game just now, he had lost hope after being broken by Zhang Cheng.

Li Yihu wiped away his tears, and said in a sobbing voice: "My lord minister, he..."

"Shut up, bitch, is it disgusting?"

Many voices were cold, and then they glanced at the teammates behind, saying:
"The minister has tried his best, so it's our fault that we didn't seize the opportunity!"

After saying this, the exuberant aura on Manyu's body obviously became much dimmer, and he was also very unwilling in his heart.

Although it may be difficult to win the national championship, but falling here means that they are over.

After all, this game determined their direction in the national competition.

Not only many of them, but also those Yanjing fans on the sidelines were full of tears and sobbing softly.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere of the entire stadium fell silent from the heat.

At this moment, the audience has only one thought in mind:
Zhang Cheng is so perverted that he hardly looks like a junior high school student.

With this kind of strength, he can already start his professional career, why come to the national competition to abuse food?

Among them, maybe only Uncle Ma sincerely blessed Zhang Cheng. After all, Zhang Cheng was already a star player in his player ranking manual.

This game perfectly proved his old horse's unique vision.

"A group of young people, my old horse has already said that Zhang Cheng is the No.1 in the national competition, what about Yan Shisan? Tian Zhongjian?"

Uncle Ma looked at a group of young people who were sobbing next to him and sneered, which immediately attracted furious glances.

"Master, do you want to die?"

"Master, the skin is pumped, right? Do you need to give it twice?"

Uncle Ma chuckled, looked at this group of young people who had turned into anger from embarrassment and directly buttoned their boogers and said in disdain:
"Come on, if you dare to touch me, I'll go to the ground. If you don't have a flat in the capital, it's best to weigh yourself. I advise you, sir!"

Suddenly, a trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the group of young people, and they stopped talking.

……

The game continued on the field, and the ninth game might also be the last game for Yan Shisan.

In this game, Zhang Cheng served.

The mustard tennis ball was taken out, and this time, Zhang Cheng did not follow the old rules and slapped it twice on the ground, but quietly looked at the other side and said:
"I'm coming, are you ready?"

Zhang Cheng's breath was stagnant, and his perfect aura swept the audience.

Twelve cyan lotus petals are rippling on the blue lotus of good fortune, and traces of good fortune sword intent rise from it.

Yan Shisan took a deep breath, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

There's still the last game, and theoretically he hasn't lost yet.

The golden radiance became stronger again, and in an instant, fourteen lightsabers turned into wheels and hovered behind Yan Shisan.

The corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth rose slightly, and he felt a little bit of fun seeing this scene.

Sure enough, only under extreme pressure can he grow. At this moment, Yan Shisan became stronger again.

His glorious way of breaking the seven realms took another step forward, and that feeling gave Zhang Cheng a sense of conviction.

The three avenues of tennis, the ultimate way embodies the most vivid physical body, comprehension plus hard practice will be rewarded.

The Way of Different Dimensions shows spiritual power. Concentrated will can penetrate stubborn stones. Gujing Wubo's meditation and emotional control can also enhance the strength of Way of Different Dimensions.

And the way of brilliance is faith, belief in your own way of tennis.

It was an explosion in an instant, an explosion of the way of tennis stored in the deepest part of his body, an explosion of confidence in his way of tennis.

At this moment, Yan Shisan is undoubtedly more determined about his way of tennis, and his belief is born spontaneously. He is only one step away from opening the ladder and reaching the realm of breaking eight.

However, it is not enough!

Zhang Cheng chuckled, and the blue light on his body shone even brighter.

Afterwards, the mustard tennis ball was thrown up by Zhang Cheng, and then, the silver-gray racket drew a cyan sword light.

Be fast and ruthless, there is no room for it.

Zhang Cheng no longer intends to continue playing with Yan Shisan, he wants to end the match.

There was a soft sound, and when the tennis ball reappeared, it was on Yan Shisan's dark red racket.

There was a hissing sound.

A golden wheel formed by fourteen lightsaber sword intents appeared on Yan Shisan's racket, and the mustard yellow tennis ball played by Zhang Cheng was in the middle of the golden wheel.

Yan Shisan received this ball!

At that moment, he broke through himself.

"Zhang Cheng, isn't it over yet?"

Yan Shisan trembled with his right arm, and instantly cut out the racket.

The golden wheel was shining, and the mustard tennis ball flew back, and the endless golden light invaded Zhang Cheng in an instant, trying to flood his world.

The excitement in Zhang Cheng's eyes became more and more intense, but he underestimated Yan Shisan, who could surprise him at such a time.

However, Zhang Cheng also saw that it was not easy for Yan Shisan to hit this counterattack.

Even if it was just a glimpse from the corner of the eye, Zhang Cheng still noticed Yan Shisan's trembling legs.

Instant burst!

This is also the so-called forbidden technique that has been spread wildly on the Internet.

However, this move caused a lot of damage to the knee, and it was irreversible, and even medical skills could not repair it.

Undoubtedly, Yan Shisan has gambled everything at this moment!
"Unfortunately, it's time to end."

Although Zhang Cheng admired Yan Shisan's desperate courage, he didn't want to see this talented boy shorten his career.

So, facing the mustard tennis ball wrapped in the golden wheel, Zhang Cheng once again showed a little bit of strength.

The Fortune Green Lotus floated up from behind, and instantly turned into a blue lotus imprint engraved on the handle of the silver-gray racket in Zhang Cheng's hand.

However, it was not over yet. At this moment, outside the cyan radiance of the heavenly clothes, the golden radiance of kingship also emerged.

Behind him, the golden [-]-story ladder road emerged. Even though he had just stepped into the ladder road, the golden figure had only stepped up one step.

But at this moment, Zhang Cheng is like a god coming down to earth.

The silver-gray racket is held in the hand like an ultimate sharp sword, and the golden light covers the entire frame of the racket, as if dyed with a circle of golden flames.

Finally, Zhang Cheng swung his racket at the golden wheel.

boom.

The golden wheel melted in an instant, and the fourteen sword intents of the lightsaber disappeared in an instant, and the mustard tennis ball was also turned into powder.

However, a golden and cyan light ball appeared on the surface of Zhang Cheng's silver-gray racket.

Then, Zhang Cheng called without hesitation.

This ball, like the coming of the sun, Yan Shisan completely lost the idea of ​​resistance, quietly watching the two-color ball fall in front of him.

boom.

Overbearing, dazzling golden light.

Yan Shisan staggered and fell on the artificial turf.

No, or on the ground.

Under Zhang Cheng's ball, the artificial turf on Yan Shisan's half of the court has completely disappeared, leaving only the most essential earth color!

The referee crawled out from a pile of ruins. Zhang Cheng's ball completely shattered half of the court, and the referee's high chair was naturally not spared.

However, looking at the scene in front of him, the referee's face was pale, his scalp was numb, the two were fighting, and he was terrified.

This Zhang Cheng doesn't play tennis, he plays vitality balls!

But fortunately, as a professionally trained referee, he is still very professional. Even if he was terrified, he honestly opened his eagle eyes and made a verdict:

"15-0."

At this moment, the audience no longer paid attention to the score of this game. What they cared about now was how is Yan Shisan, the opponent, okay?

This kind of powerful offensive skill, even with the iron law of the prince's tactics, is not easy to use without injury!
But fortunately, bless the prince, there was a coughing sound in the thick smoke.

Yan Shisan is still alive!

On the sidelines, Coach Li, who had already stood up to abstain, sat down again.

He also knew that their Yanjing Middle School was at the end of their game today, but this match was Yan Shisan's own choice after all.

Therefore, as long as Yan Shisan did not choose to give up, as a coach, he would naturally not make decisions without authorization.

The thick smoke cleared, and Yan Shisan reappeared.

But fortunately, Zhang Cheng didn't hit Yan Shisan with that ball, so even though he looked tattered, he was still in good spirits.

It's just a pity that Zhang Cheng's swordplay image behind Yan Shisan has been shattered by Zhang Cheng just now.

"Continue?" Zhang Cheng said softly.

"Continue." Yan Shisan did not hesitate at all.

Therefore, the referee did not choose to call a timeout, but chose to respect the two players.

Zhang Cheng looked at Yan Shisan and decided to show him respect, so he didn't choose to stop, Shuangba Guanghui and Haohua Qinglian attacked again.

boom.

"30-0."

boom.

"40-0."

After two consecutive goals, Yan Shisan was completely stunned and did not move.

The most miserable thing is that half of the court and the space above the court.

Half of the court has been bombarded by Zhang Cheng, and the ground has dropped by at least ten centimeters. This is already comparable to the power of Zhang Cheng's three-stage light hitting-chaos.

The same is true for the space above the court. Under Zhang Cheng's unrestrained control, the space was completely chopped and weakened, and it looked extremely thin.

And one last ball!
Yan Shisan had lost all hope.

"Use all your strength, I want to see the gap between us."

Yan Shisan suddenly said something, which caused Zhang Cheng, who was about to serve, to fall into a short-term absent-mindedness.

But soon, Zhang Cheng came to his senses, with a happy smile on his face.

For the last ball, Zhang Cheng decided to satisfy Yan Shisan's wish!

(End of this chapter)