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As Kitagawa's voice fell.

For a moment, it seemed as if an extreme chill enveloped the place.

"Abei, you're angry..."

Kirihara Akaya, who had the most contact with Kitagawa, also showed an extremely serious look on his face at this moment.

Although he didn't understand a lot of the content.

But he understood this point quite well.

In fact.

Sanada Genichirō and others who understood those words also looked cold at this moment.

After all, this kind of trash talk and bringing family members, it's already dancing on the baseline.

Then.

Kitagawa led the Rikkai group directly to the waiting area.

He was too lazy to waste words with the seven idiots on the opposite side.

Being able to be transferred here by a super large tennis club in the top three in the world.

And it's just in the regional qualifiers.

It's enough to see how the seven people are at the bottom of the Nibelungen Tennis Club.

To put it bluntly.

The other side is a discarded pawn, a waste recycling, disgusting.

"Hehe..."

"You sharp-tongued kid, no wonder your parents threw you into the largest slum in Italy."

"Garbage should stay in the garbage dump."

"Don't think that just because you were adopted, you really became a young master born with a silver spoon in your mouth!"

Galka, who was attacked by the Yin-Yang Black Ghost, first opened his eyes wide and was full of murderous aura.

But the next moment, he seemed to think of something funny.

He spoke loudly.

The most important thing is that he used Neon language.

The moment the voice fell.

The people around him laughed in unison.

Then he returned to his own waiting area with great pride.

The onlookers fell silent at this moment.

Almost everyone looked at these people with disgust.

Even the audience around them moved away one after another.

"What? Kitagawa-chan is an orphan?"

"Wuwuwu... Enough, I feel sorry for him!!!"

"I really want to tear this black guy's mouth apart!!!"

As for those girls who are fans of Kitagawa, their hearts suddenly skipped a beat.

Some even started crying.

"Ah!!!"

Shiba Saori, who was still angry the moment before, was stunned.

Even she didn't expect Kitagawa to have such a background.

Then.

Before Inoue Mamoru could speak, he started to shoot at the group of people.

It looked like he was firing a cannon at the other party.

"The curtain of the times has been opened..."

Although he felt uncomfortable, Inoue Mamoru was relatively calm.

His eyes fell on Kitagawa of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School, and he couldn't help but say softly.

Rikkai University.

"..."

After a brief anger.

All the regulars were stunned.

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Just at this moment.

"Beep beep!"

"Next is the first game, doubles 2."

"Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School Marui Bunta and Jackal Kuwahara VS Yokohama Suiran Junior High School Park Junhe and Lee Hyukjae."

"Please take your positions!"

The voice fell.

"One hour, don't exceed the time~"

"This time, all five games from doubles 2 to singles 1 must be played."

Kitagawa said softly.

His eyes were bright, and he was not affected by the other party's dirty words.

Because the right to speak will eventually return to the hands of the strong!

Hearing this.

Marui Bunta and Jackal Kuwahara looked at each other.

Instantly understood what Kitagawa meant.

"Yes! Minister!"

Then he walked towards the court with a heavy look in his eyes and holding the racket.

In their opinion.

This game is no longer just a simple game like the regional preliminaries.

It was a game about the dignity of the tennis club of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School.

Not long after.

Both sides arrived at the court one after another.

As they stared at each other across the net.

The entire court was instantly enveloped in low pressure.

"Jun-ha, senior."

"How many minutes do you plan to finish this game?"

The young man with short blue hair standing in the serving area smiled casually.

"How many minutes?"

"Hyukjae, I'm afraid they'll be scared to death in less than ten minutes."

Park Jun-ha, with purple hair and ears, spat again and replied nonchalantly.

The next moment.

Bo!

"Na na na!"

"Kuwabara, are they mentally ill?"

After the bubbles he had just blown burst, Marui Bunta asked the jackal Kuwabara curiously.

"Not only mentally ill."

"The mouth stinks too."

Shaking his head, the jackalKuwabara denied.

"Ah! Xiba!"

"How dare you two talk to a senior who is two years older than you like this?!"

"Neon is such an uneducated garbage place!"

In an instant.

Purple-haired Park Junhe started yelling like a psychopath.

"Ding ding ding!"

"The Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School team serves."

"The game begins!"

The referee on the podium rolled his eyes, and was really annoyed by the opponent's yelling.

He quickly completed the guessing phase and blew the whistle.

Not long after.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A series of crisp clapping sounds rang out.

Marui Bunta looked at the two people opposite and blew a bubble.

"Next."

"You will be expelled from my fan club!"

At the moment the voice fell.

The tennis ball was thrown directly into the air.

Jump, charge, swing, follow the shot, land.

The whole process is quite smooth.

Bang!

After the tennis ball hits the racket face.

The tennis ball turns into a stream of light and shoots towards the opposite scoring area.

Seeing this.

Purple-haired Park Junhe rushed to the landing point of the tennis ball immediately.

The racket in his hand quickly changed from forehand to backhand.

Under the foot brake, he quickly swiped.

A sinister look flashed in his eyes.

"Ghost Slayer!"

Bang!

The tennis ball that left the racket seemed to be shrouded in a layer of purple-black aura.

In a trance, it was like a skeleton hand full of evil spirits killing Marui Bunta's racket wrist.

No doubt.

This guy didn't want to waste any time and was ready to hurt Marui Bunta directly.

"Are you underestimating me a little bit?"

It was just a blink of an eye.

Marui Bunta took two steps back, and the jackal Kuwahara came directly diagonally.

When he reached the place where the tennis ball must pass.

He immediately turned sideways and braked his feet, facing the incoming tennis ball.

"Front defense..."

He lowered his center of gravity, held the middle of the racket with both hands, and suddenly hit it from the right side.

Bang!

At the moment of the collision sound.

The tennis ball shot directly towards the purple-haired Park Junhe on the opposite side.

"Waste will eventually become waste!"

"This trick is just a last-ditch effort."

Park Junhe stood there and sneered.

His teammate, the blue-haired Lee Hyukjae, also appeared in front of him.

But the moment the guy swung the racket in his hand, his face changed suddenly.

"It... Perfect rebound!"