Net King's system makes me invincible

boom…

"Tezuka scores, score 5:3"

Tezuka won the next game again, and the game seemed to have no suspense.

"It looks like the game is over, and Fuji has absolutely no power to fight back."

"President Tezuka is really too strong..."

"Then, Horio, you have also stepped into that realm, right? When you competed against Lihai, the aura on your arm was more dangerous than Tezuka's."

Facing Oishi's question, Horio did not answer directly.

"In fact, you already have the answer in your heart, why ask me again."

boom…

"Tezuka scored, the score was 6:3, Tezuka won."

The last ball on the field fell, and Tezuka ended the game.

"In the end I still lost to you, Tezuka, you are really strong."

"You too, I hope next time we can fight like today."

In front of the net, the two players who finished the game shook hands.

"In this generation of tennis, Qingxue can get these two geniuses. Maybe Qingxue is destined to rise."

Coach Ryuzaki from the sidelines looked at the two on the field, smiled gratifiedly, and suddenly turned his head to Horio.

"The existence of Internet tanks that will disturb the world in the future may also come out of Qingxue."

……

At this time, in the United States on the other side of the ocean, Ryoma is also preparing to return to Japan.

"So you chose to go back to Japan for a better game?"

"That's right, although I've been here for so long and successfully passed the preliminaries, if I can't solve this problem, I won't be able to concentrate on the next game."

At the airport, Ryoma and Kevin sat on chairs and chatted.

"Although I don't know how strong that Tezuka is, that Horio is indeed a terrifying person."

Kevin couldn't help recalling the scene of being frightened into a cold sweat by Horio's ball at that time, and now he still feels scared for a while.

"Whether it's President Tezuka or Horio, regardless of whether I have a chance to win, I have to go back."

"Anyway, as long as you don't delay the game, the rest is up to you."

……

Under a certain tramway in Tokyo, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared.

"I'm sorry to call you out so suddenly."

"No, I happen to have time."

Looking at Tezuka who was already getting ready, Ryoma didn't write any ink.

Just when the two were about to start the match, Horio appeared.

"Really, why did you call me out in such a hurry."

Horio complained as soon as he appeared, because Ryoma only called after arriving in Tokyo to ask Tezuka and Horio to come out.

"You are all ready like this, then I will be the referee."

Putting his tennis bag aside, Horio climbed up to the referee's seat.

"The game starts, Tezuka serves."

Tezuka didn't pause extra, and directly threw the ball up and hit the ball from a close corner.

Ryoma was caught off guard, surprised by the weight of the tennis ball, gritted his teeth and hit back.

The tennis ball flew back to Tezuka half court, and Tezuka was already waiting in front of the net.

boom…

"Tezuka scores, 15:0"

With a smash, Ryoma has no room to fight back.

"Come on, Echizen."

After scoring, Tezuka looked at the beaten Echizen and said.

……

boom…

"Tezuka scored, the score was 6:2, Tezuka won."

The sound of the tennis ball bouncing disappeared, and Horio announced the final result.

"You played very well Echigo."

"Thank you, President, I will trouble you next, Horio."

I thought that Ryoma would choose to rest before proceeding with the match against Horio, but I didn't understand Ryoma's words.

"You exhausted a lot in the game just now, don't you really want to take a break and play again?"

"No, I'm fine now."

"Okay, since that's the case, let's come."

Seeing that Ryoma insisted on his choice, Horio no longer insisted, jumped off the referee's seat and took out his racket to play.

"You guys, really, why don't you tell everyone about this kind of thing?"

As soon as he stepped onto the court, Coach Ryuzaki's voice came from behind Horio.

"Coach, why are you all here..."

Turning around and seeing this group of figures, Horio was a little embarrassed.

"If it wasn't for the two first graders who happened to see you, we would still be kept in the dark."

"Ryoma just came back, too, so I didn't want to tell you guys because of the rush, otherwise..."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense to me, don't you guys want to compete, then it's better, I'll be the referee."

Without giving Horio a chance to continue speaking, Coach Ryuzaki took the referee seat.

Tezuka, who had already finished the competition, went to explain to the Qingxue people on the side, and after understanding the reason, everyone no longer felt angry.

"Echizen, since this is the case, let's have a good match."

"Yeah, don't leave any regrets behind, or we won't let you go if you made a mistake at the U.S. Open."

Hearing everyone's encouragement, Ryoma clenched his racket tightly.

"The match begins, and Echizen serves."

Switching the racket to his right hand, Ryoma hits an outspin serve.

Naturally, Horio didn't care about this kind of serve, turned his body slightly, and then swung his racket back.

boom…

"Horio scores, 15:0"

"If you think that the game is restarting because of a change of person, you will lose completely."

In response to Ryoma's request, Horio used the sweet spot technique from the beginning.

The heavy force on the tennis ball is heavier than Tezuka's ball, and the backspin serve that was hit back was directly sent flying when it touched Ryoma's racket.

"Has Horio been like this from the beginning?"

"It's really cruel."

"But what he did is the greatest respect for Ryoma."

Picking up the racket, tidying up his hat.

Longma returned to the bottom line again and hit an outspin serve.

Horio still used the sweet spot to fight back, and Ryoma held the racket tightly with both hands.

With a loud roar, the tennis ball was successfully played back.

Seeing this, Horio smiled slightly, and appeared in front of the net in the next second, and hit a backhand shot from another angle.

boom…

"Horio scores, 30:0"

"It's not a match at all, it's more intense than Tezuka and Fuji's match."

"Echizen seems to be a little physically exhausted now. He has no chance of winning, and it is probably more difficult than we imagined."

Everyone saw Ryoma's reaction, and they didn't think he could win the game at all.

boom…

"Horio scores, 40:0"

boom…

"Horio scores, score 1:0"

Soon Horio won the first game, but looking at Ryoma on the opposite side, he looked a little embarrassed.

Panting for breath, beads of sweat dripped down his face like running water.

"From the first day I joined the tennis club, you let me lose completely, and since then, there is one more person among the people I have to beat.

But even though I've been practicing hard, I can't keep up with you.

Even if sometimes I feel like giving up, I still won't be reconciled. Even if I still lose today, I still want to fight until the end. "