Net King: Walking into Tatehai University with Damocles on his head

Sanada nodded.

Well, it's Yukimura as expected. No matter what aspect he learns, he looks exactly like him. It's simply impeccable and there's nothing wrong with it.

This look looks perfectly fine and will definitely confuse the person on the other side!

Yukimura didn't know that Sanada had already thought of him perfectly. For him, deceiving the two people in front of him was the most important task.

Even though it is a deception, it is still worth starting to observe.

Although he felt that the probability of him and Sanada winning the game together was very high, there were always some unexpected things. As long as things did not reach a 100% outcome, there would always be a trace of instability. During this process, they could not let down their guard, nor could they have the slightest bit of luck. They had to treat everyone as the most terrifying imaginary enemy, so that they could get the final victory in the game!

What's more, the home court is easily affected by various factors, and they must block these factors.

As for the two guys on the opposite side, well, although I had already felt something before the game started, they are still just two senior high school students!

Is it really a good idea to let two junior high school students meet two high school students, or senior high school students? I don't know what the man king was thinking, shooting them at this time, but if you think about it, it means he trusts them very much, right?

Since we couldn't completely trust the other middle school students, we could only put them two in the first position and have a competition.

"What's wrong? Is the little one scared when he sees the two of us?"

Yukimura looked at him for so long that the man opposite him started to laugh.

"This is our home court. We definitely have the advantage. Are you afraid of the muscles in the hands of a senior like me?" Curry said with a smile.

At this moment, he was still very pleased with himself, waving to the audience around him without any hesitation.

He raised his arms, showing his strong body to everyone around him, which immediately caused cheers from the audience. Everyone was admiring the strength of this Australian player, as if they had already won the first game.

"Really? Give the other team some chances. They look so weak and pitiful. They are both so young and in middle school. What on earth were the other team thinking? Why did they send them out?"

"Those little arms and legs are so pitiful—"

"I don't know how many rounds I can last. I hope you don't leave crying in the middle of the game. That would be bad!"

Sympathy, teasing, watching the fun, all kinds of emotions.

This is the scary thing about being in someone else's home turf. Every minute and every second you stay here, they may be surrounded by other people's gazes that slander them, ridicule them, or voices that don't want them to win. The first step to winning is to learn to ignore these gazes!

These eyes completely became shit in their minds, nothing, and only in this way could they have the first line of victory——

This task was not particularly difficult for Yukimura and Sanada, as they had already gotten used to this kind of situation a long time ago.

"You two seniors look really powerful. It looks like we will have to work really hard to have a chance of defeating you!"

Yukimura seems to be very honest and not exaggerating at all.

Sanada silently looked at the two people opposite him, and then calmly walked to the white line while Yukimura was speaking.

Yukimura has finished explaining everything, so what he needs to do next is to prepare to start the game. His current identity is silent. He looks strong and he is actually very strong. What the reserve army needs to do is to make the two guys on the opposite side focus their attention and attack power on him first and ignore Yukimura.

"Little devils, why don't you just admit defeat——"

"Forget it. After all, if we can play a game, who wants to admit defeat directly?" Xing Bu Ke smiled innocently. He touched his head very innocently. "It would be great if we can win a game later--"

"If you lose badly later, we can give up a game and let you feel the joy of winning!" Smith said as if he was teasing a teenage kid.

Although this is impossible, it is not impossible to tease the two guys on the opposite side with words.

After all, the two little guys opposite look really helpless and pitiful, and the guy with the dark face looks quite fierce.

The other one! How pitiful!

This is their home court, and no matter what, they will win the game today. After all, it depends on themselves.

Yukimura smiled at the opposite side, the two nodded, then suddenly looked back, his lowered eyes full of coldness.

It can be seen that although he may be very strong and have excellent innate qualities, he is not very smart mentally and has a very obvious stupidity and naivety.

There is no rule in this world that if you are at home, you will definitely win the game. The final victory depends on the final strength, not the country in which the game is played!

The current situation looks bad, but not completely bad enough to be unbearable.

Let them witness the power of the emperor of their Neon team!

Sanada——

“Thunder——”

Thick, black purple lightning mixed with an aura like a storm swept to the other side with the tennis ball. It suddenly landed around the court before all the spectators, including the two opponents on the court, could react.

15-0.

It was not until the referee read out the score that everyone came to their senses and looked at Sanada who was already standing at the white line.

"This is a game, a fair game. What's the point of saying so much?"

"Well, your country is so lax—"

The criticism has already reached a high level, almost putting the entire country in a position of criticism, but no one can say a word for a while, after all -

"He just hit the ball there, but it made such a big hole in the ground. How could that happen? Does he have that much strength?"

"He only has thin arms and legs, and his body is not as strong as our country's players. How did he do it?"