The Rebirth of the Net King

Chapter 225 Hearing the Sound of Tennis Balls

"What happened!"

The players of the French team in the front row opened their mouths wide. What was that just now?
Johnson squinted his eyes and did not speak. He resembled Camus, and he would not be disappointed.

In the auditorium, many members of the representative teams from other countries stared blankly.

world class!
This ball is definitely a world-class skill, not only the shape of the skill, but also the spiritual power condensed into it.

The audience may not understand what this means, but they do.

This neon junior high school player has already stepped into this realm.

"Very good stunt, you say yes, Long Ya!"

Li Fei was already sitting up at the moment. He knew Camus's strength, but Long Ya almost bragged him to the sky.

If you don't watch the match between these two people carefully, you will regret it.

"He has a total of six counterattack tricks like this!"

Long Ya chuckled lightly.

"Oh? Really? That's really exciting!"

Li Fei nodded, he finally understood why Long Ya valued this little guy so much.

It is indeed a terrifying monster to be able to achieve such an achievement at the age of the first year of junior high school!

"You're excited too, my dear!"

Camus kissed the tennis ball again, and a pink heart rose from the horizon like the sun rising.

Bang!
Camus' arm pulled upwards, and the moment the muscles squirmed, they suddenly exerted force.

Another super-fast flat serve.

Many people couldn't help but wiped their dry eyes, staring at such a super high-speed tennis ball, their eyes couldn't take it anymore.

Fuji is as vigorous as a cheetah, and the softness of the red land does not seem to affect Fuji at all.

boom!
With the swing out of the arm, the ball was drawn back to Camus's field heavily.

What followed was a long tug of war.

For a while, there was only the continuous sound of hitting the ball on the court.

The whistling sound of the tennis ball breaking through the air.

The atmosphere on the court also became more and more dignified.

Time passed bit by bit, and the two sides were still in a stalemate.

"This point has not been scored after so long?"

Daqu Ryuji scratched his head, it was unbelievable that no point could be born under such a fierce confrontation.

Tono Atsukyo and the others nodded, it was the first time they had seen such a match.

It took almost 10 minutes to hit a ball, and it has not been scored yet.

Byodoin narrowed its eyes slightly. He didn't expect this guy named Leopold Camus to have such an amazing basic five-dimensional.

Just looking at the duel between Camus and Fuji, Byodoin can see that Camus's strength, technique, speed, physical strength, etc. are not weaker than himself.

Coupled with the pink radiance on Camus at the beginning, Byodoin already understood that Camus's spiritual power was definitely his strong point.

"Ok?"

With the change in the eyes of Byodoin, the situation in the field finally turned for the better.

Camus finally found the perfect flaw in the long tug-of-war, and he kicked the ball diagonally like an antelope hanging horns in front of the net, ending the protracted duel.

"This guy's batting stance!"

Sanada's eyes widened. In the amazing protracted battle just now, Camus showed his unique style of play.

The elegant ballet dancer's hitting posture gave Sanada a feeling of deja vu.

Today's French team is pretty normal, but in the session two years later, the style of the French team has completely changed.

That was the change brought about by Camus!

Camus, who is known as a revolutionist, has indeed brought different changes to the French tennis scene.

Now we can see the clues. Camus's romantic tennis is like dancing a ballet on the court. No one knows where he will attack.

Like Akutsu, Camus' physical talent is also very good.

Before the tennis ball is out of hand, no one can predict Camus's movements.

This is Camus's romantic tennis!

Byodoin shook its head. Sure enough, there was still a certain gap between Fuji and Camus in terms of five dimensions and experience.

This is why Camus was able to find a breakthrough in this protracted war.

However, as Fuji once said, the game is not just about winning or losing in five dimensions.

boom!
"Game, France, 30:15."

boom!
"Game, France, 1:1."

It seemed that he was familiar with Fuji's attacking rhythm, and Camus did not spend as much effort on the next three goals. He won his own serve from Fuji's hands and chased the score to a 1:1 tie.

Then it was the perfect serve.

In the eyes of the audience, Camus seemed to be standing so straight in place, still scoring one goal after another into his field.

"ACE! Neons, 15:0."

"ACE! Neons, 2:1."

"Both sides change game!"

Now the audience who had just watched the fierce battle in the previous round quit.

Camus is releasing water?
You know, all those who will come here to watch are tennis fans.

The most important thing in sports competition is to go all out and have a fair and just competitive attitude.

"Camus, what the hell are you doing?"

"Destroy that brat on the opposite side for me, your strength is more than that, right!"

Camus's "sluggish" performance caused dissatisfaction among France's supporters, who felt that they were nothing more than a junior kid from Neon.

No matter how talented he is, as long as Camus shows his true strength, he will definitely be able to crush his opponents.

Fortunately, Camus was not affected by these off-court factors. As the future leader of France, Camus's mentality is naturally fine.

The two passed by each other, Camus looked down at Fuji, and remembered Fuji's face deeply in his heart.

"It's almost there, let's stop here for the temptation!"

Standing after reaching the end line on the right, Camus looked at Fuji and smiled slightly.

"Okay, then let me see senior's real tennis!"

Fuji nodded with a smile, he also wanted to see Camus' true strength.

"So, honey, let's go!"

Camus kisses a tennis ball, tosses it, bends his knees, bows his legs, bounces, leads the racket.

In one go, the action is simple and smooth!

Fuji stepped forward quickly, and the powerful topspin pushed the tennis ball back to Camus's baseline.

"I've heard it!"

"Dear your response! I hear it!"

Camus's eyes shone brightly, disappearing into the backcourt like an afterimage.

When people found Camus again, he had already gracefully posed.

When the racket was swung, a chaotic airflow was created, blowing away the surrounding air.

Bang!
Super Half Volley!
Camus seemed to see through Budu's intentions, and hit the tennis ball back with a super half volley at a faster speed the moment it bounced.

Return to the market!

Falsely swung the racket twice, and then there was a burst of blue ripples on Budu's racket.

The tennis ball seemed to have lost all its kinetic energy, and when it was about to fall, it was struck back by Bu Er with a thunderous force.

"I heard... my dear voice!"

Camus' voice came from the air, and he looked up, and at some point, Camus' figure had appeared in front of the net.

He raised the racket in his hand, exerted a sudden force on his wrist, and hit the tennis ball with a backhand.

Boom!
A straight golden light beam pointed directly at the sideline on one side, and with a muffled sound, the tennis ball quickly popped out of bounds.

"Game, France, 15:0."

Camus pointed the index finger of his left hand on his lips, and whispered softly: "I said it, I have heard it!"

(End of this chapter)