Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 684 Medanore’s Secret

Polk was actually served directly by a junior high school student and scored.

If you say this in normal times, the other party will probably scold you.

They will also say that your life is not satisfactory, or you don’t understand football.

But when it really happened, it was in full view of the public.

Everyone was shocked.

However, Zongyan did not give them time to be surprised and discuss. The second ball was sent out by Zongyan again.

Because it is doubles, Zongyan faces different people every time he serves, which is an effective trick for Polk.

It was even more devastating for Frankensteiner. A tyrannical spirit directly imprisoned Frankensteiner's spirit, which was the influence of Zongyan's different dimension.

Boom!

It was the same ending again, Frankensteiner was taken down by Zongyan without any reaction.

If this was a singles match, wouldn't it be impossible to get through the first game?

Except for the World Championships two years ago, this skill of his has basically never been used at other times. Even if it is used, it is not at its full strength.

If he had been a little slower, the ball would have definitely been caught.

Just defeated Polk, the current professional player who ranks first in atm points!

"Interesting, really interesting. I didn't expect such an interesting opponent to appear in the exhibition match. Is he the genius that Antonio said he had made an agreement with him!"

However, Polk, who had just adapted to the second time, still failed to catch it, but his reaction was fast enough.

But luckily it’s a doubles!

boom!

"Game, this game was scored by Neon team member Munehiko Saeki, the score is 1:0."

After all, Germany has ruled for so many years, and there are many people who are unhappy with them.

The moment Polk regained control of his body, the tennis ball just flew out of the baseline.

boom!

Zongyan served again, and this time it was Polk's turn to receive the ball.

"Oh oh oh! He's so handsome, he actually served and scored directly against the king of Germany!"

Zong Yan also discovered this, and he only felt a pressure.

The performance of consecutive serve points made the Neon fans at the scene very enthusiastic.

After all, Zongyan is not facing other little Karami at this moment, but the strongest player participating in this World Cup.

This result was beyond everyone's expectation. Saeki Munuhiko's ability to serve and score consecutively surprised many people.

Medanore, who was wearing a Spanish uniform and had a calm face, said with a hint of curiosity.

"Neon! Neon! Kill Polk and overthrow Germany!"

But at this moment, facing Polk's full explosion, he only adapted to two goals and was able to catch it.

Facing the German team led by Polk, Saeki Munuhiko actually won the game directly with four serves.

"Both sides change game!"

30: 0.

Next to him, Mars lazily supported the railing. After hearing Medanore's words, he rolled his eyes covertly and muttered in response:

"Yes, he is the man who visited Antonio several times after he was injured."

"Huh, I heard that he still had a promise to fight with me, but he hasn't fulfilled it in the past few years!"

Medanore's temperament became gloomy again, and he looked at Munuhiko Saeki on the court with expectation.

There's a reason the Neons dared put a junior high boy against Polk.

"It seems that my stupid and ridiculous brother has found a good prey for me. If he can stand in front of me, I don't mind fulfilling this promise."

After saying that, Medanore walked towards the passage.

"Hey, Meda, why don't you watch the game?"

Mars asked, turning his head and looking at Medanore's back.

"No need, just look at the results in the end!"

The words disappeared, and Medanore also disappeared into the passage.

"Ah, are you going to make substitutions again? This damn brother-in-law!"

Mars, who is familiar with the inside story, is not surprised by Meda's behavior. It is the opponent's old tradition to disappear and then reappear at many critical moments.

The two brothers are like twins.

Even when Antonio was injured, it might be related to the fact that Medanore needed major surgery at the same time.

After all, as the younger brother who is the shadow of his older brother, if the older brother does not participate in the competition, then it would not be good for the younger brother to show up rashly.

But then again, if it weren't for Medanore's major surgery, the title of the strongest player in this World Cup would not have fallen to Polk. Therefore, Mars looked at Polk with eyes full of scrutiny and playfulness.

"If you can't even deal with Zong Yan, then it will be Spain's turn to take the throne this year."

"However, Zongyan is indeed very strong. If we could have kept him, Spain would be more stable this year!"

Unlike the Spaniards who were arrogant and contemptuous, others still respected Polk.

In particular, many players in Germany were simply unbelievable that Polk was being scored consecutively.

"His serve seems to be very difficult, and Polk didn't even react."

"It's okay, this is doubles, and it takes four games for his serve to be served once!"

"The general will definitely deal with the opponent!"

Zongyan's outburst surprised the German generals, but out of their strong confidence in Polk, they quickly stabilized.

"This set is Polk's serve, and he will definitely retaliate."

It ends with the two sides changing sides.

At halftime of the German representative team, Polk was already calm, low-key and calm, and stood meticulously on the service line in the backcourt.

Ta… da… snap.

Polk's palm gently pressed the tennis ball twice, and then held the tennis ball tightly with his palm.

He doesn't look at the receiver, and it seems that from the moment he starts serving, everything will be unworthy of attention.

Only the outline of his strong body outlines the black coat during his slow exertion.

boom!

Throwing the ball, stepping, and not taking off his body allowed Polk to maintain greater stability, and the racket was swung from behind his head, making a loud bang.

A very ordinary and common high-pressure serve with a slight spin, but Polk hit it with world-class power.

It seems that Zongyan's approach in the last game forced Polk to show some strength when serving.

The mustard-yellow halo dissipated, and the tennis ball seemed to disappear out of thin air on the court.

When it appeared again, the tennis ball had already bounced away from the feet of Tokugawa, who was responsible for returning the serve.

"ACE! German team Polk scores, the score is 15-0."

"So fast."

Looking back at the tennis ball that rolled to his feet, Tokugawa Kazuya's heart tightened, and sweat stains quietly appeared on his temples.

As a professional player, Polk's seriousness brought him more pressure than he imagined.

This is a real professional player!

Polk's strength was far sharper than he had previously expected.

"It's okay, Tokugawa!"

Zongyan came over and patted Tokugawa on the shoulder to relieve the tension in his heart:

"The opponent is very strong, but you are not weak either. I believe you can catch the next ball! And there is me. I won't let the opponent keep serving and scoring!"

"It's up to you, Zongyan!"

Tokugawa nodded, exchanged serve with Zongyan, and then walked to the front court and squatted in preparation.

Zongyan, on the other hand, came to the baseline receiving area to exert his mental strength, and the dark field began to spread slowly, waiting for Polk to serve again.

Polk was crisp and clean, and there was no change at all just because Zong Yan replaced him in receiving the serve.

boom!

His movements are still very concise. Most people only feel that Polk's figure flickers, and at the same time as the crisp sound of hitting the ball, the tennis ball has already flown into Zongyan's side.

From tossing the ball to serving, Polk's movements can be made into standard textbooks, and they take an extremely short time.

But even with such a simple and efficient movement, his ball control and power accuracy have reached what Zongyan considers to be perfection.

This is also evidence of his great strength.

However, Munehiko is not Tokugawa. It is impossible for Polk to serve and score directly from him before he has shown his full strength!

"dark!"

Looking at the incoming ball, Zong Yan had a biting chill on his face, and the light of darkness enveloped him, preventing any breath from emanating.

In his eyes filled with dim light, fighting spirit continued to surge.

"Burial with flowers!"

ps: "Please give me a monthly ticket~"

(End of this chapter)