The Rebirth of the Net King

Chapter 656 Winding, doll

After a short break, the two sides returned to the field again.

The decisive game started again.

"The opponent's momentum has changed, little minister."

Maori's eyes narrowed slightly, and he noticed the change in Edgar's momentum.

Are you going to make a move? !

"Well, anyway, it's better to be careful."

Yukimura said softly.

Although he knew that the other party must have some plans, Yukimura was not worried.

The Son of God has absolute confidence in his own strength.

"Lord Edgar is really good or bad!"

Oshovaru in the French team chuckled lightly.

"Deliberately let the opponent five rounds, let Jonall get the opponent's intelligence."

"Then show the opponent the difference in strength enough to turn defeat into victory in one breath. Edgar is really terrifying."

Everyone in the French team did not worry about Edgar and Jonall's backwardness.

For them, this is already the usual trick of Edgar and Jonall.

Next, the Edgar Arena officially opened!

Whoa!

Edgar threw the tennis ball in his hand, and then his slender body flew into the air.

boom!
The blasted tennis ball turned into a rainbow light, and an eagle with flapping wings suddenly appeared in Yukimura's pupils.

"This is!"

Whoosh!
The fierce wind passing by the ear made Yukimura's cheeks flush slightly, and the ball shot straight into the sky from Yukimura's cheeks.

Like an eagle soaring high.

"Game, France, 15:0."

"At that moment, it seemed like an eagle was flying towards me."

Yukimura looked at Mori Road with a slightly condensed expression.

Maori nodded, indicating that he understood.

Mao Li, who was crouching in the back court, raised his concentration to the limit, and he wanted to see what the opponent's tennis was like.

Whoa!

boom!
With Edgar's wrist pressed, the ball zigzags in the air and shoots forward.

In Mao Li's eyes, a giant spotted python quickly slid towards him.

"Is it a snake this time!"

Mao Li quickly realized that this ball was very similar to the tennis played by the junior named Mu Shou in the junior high school team.

Maori sprinted quickly towards the landing point of the tennis ball, and the racket in his hand arched his back to pick up the tennis ball that had just landed.

However, the moment he raised his head, a leopard was flying towards him.

Boom!
"Game, France, 30:0."

boom!
boom!
"This game is scored by the French team, the score is 1:5."

"Oh oh oh!"

"Here it comes! It's Edgar's Art Tennis!"

Finally it was the French fans' turn to cheer. Edgar gave the fans a shot in the arm with his performance.

This time it was the same as before, no surprises.

Tiger, Shark, Ape, Elephant.

Edgar painted his own colors on the canvas called the stadium with his spiritual power, and outlined the majestic creatures.

boom!
"This game is scored by the French team, the score is 2:5."

"Both sides change game!"

Edgar seems to have turned the tide of the battle on his own, and such a hero is the most touching part of Western culture.

"What a beautiful tennis ball! My love"

Camus's handsome face is full of smiles. This is the change that their French team wants to bring to the world tennis world.

Romantic tennis like no other.

"What a strong mental power!"

Mori stood beside Yukimura and said.

Naturally, he and Yukimura had sensed the origin of the so-called artistic tennis of the other party. They really didn't expect that the French team would actually send a player who specialized in mental strength.

Yukimura suddenly remembered Fuji's evaluation of Camus, he really deserves to be the man who claims to set off a wind of change.

Under his leadership, the French team has emerged players who specialize in mental strength, which is quite different from the French tennis team in the past.

Tennis like Duke Watanabe is traditional French tennis and traditional Western tennis.

However, it is impossible to take away the points from Yukimura only by relying on mental strength. The key to the opponent's real victory is the seemingly thin junior high school student Jonah.

"Data tennis?"

Yukimura murmured.

His pursuit of the future is also based on data tennis, so he is very sensitive to data tennis.

Although Edgar's artistic tennis is extremely explosive, it is actually the data collected by Jonall that prompts him to frequently score from Yukimura and Mori.

"However, if he thinks that he can get our data so easily, then he is very wrong, you say yes. Senior Maori!"

Yukimura suddenly stood up from the chair, a powerful momentum burst out from Yukimura's body.

"That's right!"

Mori grinned, this kind of Yukimura reminded him of how he was when he met Yukimura for the first time at Rikkai University.

Yukimura back then was as full of oppression as it is now.

After a short break, the two sides returned to the court again. Although Edgar and Jonall pulled two games in a row, this still could not change the fact that Yukimura and Mori held the match point.

"Then little minister, I'll go to sleep first!"

Molly stretched, then stroked his eyes with his right hand.

In the next second, Mao Li's long-lost sleep posture appeared in front of Bu Erwai again.

"Edgar, that man fell asleep standing up! And he was still in the game!"

Jonal was surprised, Maori's sudden sleep posture stopped Jonal from preparing to serve.

"What the hell is this guy trying to do!"

Edgar looked surprised. He didn't think that the players of the Neon team would give up the game so easily.

"Come on serve, but we'll win whatever they do!"

Edgar didn't see why he came here, so he just ignored it. If the other party was giving up on himself or trying to please the public, then he would not spare the other party lightly.

"Yes Yes!"

After receiving Edgar's instruction, Jonall immediately released the ball, and the ball went straight to where Maori was standing.

"what!"

Edgar and Jonall's pupils narrowed slightly, Mao Li's arm suddenly lifted in their sight, and a beam of golden light exploded beside Jonall in the next second.

"Game, Neon team, 15:0."

The referee's voice made Edgar and Jonall wake up like a dream. The ball just now was indeed not a hallucination.

"Edgar! His stats have changed!"

Jonall frowned, he couldn't figure out how Maori did it.

Why does strength suddenly improve so much after falling asleep while standing up.

"What a joke!"

Edgar felt that he and Jonall seemed to be a little out of play.

Facing the Neon team and losing five games, it seems a bit exaggerated.

boom!
boom!
"The end of the first set was won by the Neon team with a score of 6:2."

Soon, the premonition in Edgar's heart was experienced for a second.

Mao used his amazing posture to break his art tennis time and time again, and Mao Li and Yukimura, who won another round, also won the first set.

"It's been a long time since I saw a Maori like this, right? Jin."

Bu Er said with a smile.

"Cut! It's just a defeated general."

Yajiujin sneered disdainfully, in his opinion, it was just that the two men in the French team were too weak.

After the staff cleaned the court, the second set soon started under the urging of the referee.

"Looks like Senior Maori hasn't taught you enough lessons!"

Edgar and Jonall seem to have hope for this doubles match, but how could Yukimura allow himself to fail on the stage of the World Championship.

Yukimura's pupils lost their brilliance in an instant, and those indifferent eyes pierced the hearts of Edgar and Jonall.

"Edgar, he... I lost my sense of him!"

Jonall pointed at Yukimura timidly and said.

Yukimura in a state of zero sense had a huge impact on Jonall.

"I can't help it. I can only draw it for you!"

Edgar naturally also noticed the changes in Yukimura, and he knew that he could no longer have any reservations.

"Okay. As long as you can win, it's ugly, but there's nothing you can do about it."

"But Edgar, can you please draw a little better?"

Jonall took off his glasses, and he and Edgar naturally had to deal with the hole cards that Yukimura and Mori had revealed.

It's time for the doll to be wound up!
(End of this chapter)