Net King: This player is backed by justice

Chapter 340 Camus’ ultimate secret, the withering of love
"Eternal love!"

boom!
A high-pitched symphony suddenly sounded in Jingujiguang's mind.

Strong, high and shocking.

"Oh!"

Looking at the tennis ball that had fallen on his court, Jinguji Hikari couldn't take the step he wanted to take.

As if not allowing the beautiful performance to be interrupted, his actions were completely restricted by this solemn and sacred symphony.

"15-0!"

As the referee's voice sounded and the symphony stopped playing, Jinguji Hikaru felt that he had regained his ability to move.

"Is this what you are capable of?"

Jinguji Hikari looked at Camus and couldn't help but smile, with wanton and sharp eyes.

"Really, but I want to show you what it means."

"It's interesting."

"Thanks for the compliment."

The magnificent symphony sounded again, but this time it was not as solemn as the previous music, but very cheerful and fresh.

Jinguji Guang's face showed disgust.

"In addition, irrelevant things are prohibited."

"This is a piece of music about love that I specially composed. Please enjoy it slowly."

The fight between the two has gone on for dozens of rounds, but Jinguji Hikaru's condition has not declined at all and he is still very strong.

Tapping.

"Oh!"

"OUT!"

Ta Ta Ta Ta, Camus's posture was elegant and calm, but his eyes looking at Jinguji Hikari opposite him were unusually calm.

"Love is beautiful, but beautiful things always hide fatal crises."

What a trick this time.

The tennis ball flew straight behind Camus like a cannonball.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"You can't do it accidentally."

Take the initiative.

"Ok?"

Jinguji Hikaru calmly stared at the flying tennis ball.

Camus smiled slightly, then suddenly bent his knees to lower his center of gravity, and swept his arms like a long whip.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

You truly are an incredible young man, the future of tennis is destined to be led and helmed by you, but
Now I don't plan to give up my position easily.

"Game, France, 1-0!"

"After experiencing the fatal crisis hidden in the beautiful stage of love, it is better to taste the worry that love brings to people this time."

"Oh!"

Jinguji Hikari's pace unconsciously became a little faster.

"Oh!"

Swish!
Arriving in front of the tennis ball, Jinguji Hikaru made a forehand move without any extra movement, but the moment the racket hit the tennis ball, his expression changed.

With a flash of light in his eyes, Jinguji Hikaru sneered.

"Oh!"

The game continues.

"Nothing is forbidden!"

"Immerse yourself in this music that celebrates great love!"

Camus's every move at this moment revealed the reserve, restraint, and dominance that uniquely belong to a conductor.

What are you doing, giving me a speed boost to make me lose my balance and fall down?

He smiled at Jinguji Hikari.

"Haha, why are you talking about love with a junior high school student?"

A dangerous and cold smile appeared in his eyes as he looked at Jinguji Hikari.

"Oh!"

He swung his racket to hit the tennis ball, but the tennis ball passed between Hikaru Jinguji's racket in front of everyone's surprised eyes.

"what!"

Toyama Kintaro's eyes widened in surprise, and his tone stuttered a bit due to his surprise.

"Tennis ball, the ball went through."

Jinguji Hikaru looked at the tennis ball passing through his racket with very calm eyes at this time.

His eyes also noticed the shadow of the tennis ball on the ground.

If there is a shadow, it proves that this ball is not an illusion.

Then
bass!
Jinguji exerted force with his bare feet, turned his waist and abdomen, and appeared in front of the tennis ball again as if he had traveled through space.

Terrifying balance and reflexes!
A look of surprise flashed in everyone's eyes.

This time, there won't be any surprises.

Seeing the tennis ball about to fall to the ground, Jinguji Hikaru decisively swung the racket at the last moment, but...
Camus shook his head confidently. People who fall in love have long lost their correct understanding of things. Therefore, they will repeat and do meaningless things absentmindedly.

"Whoo~"

A harsh sound broke through the air, and the tennis ball once again passed between Hikaru Jinguji's racket, as if it was just a shadow.

"Game, France, 2-0!"

Looking at the tennis ball rolling slowly at his feet, Jinguji Hikaru thought for a moment, then raised his head and smiled at Camus.

"The method is good, but don't you claim that love is the most beautiful thing in the family? Why do you still have so many troubles?"

"Of course love is great, but love is also tolerant. It can make people experience all kinds of troubles and pains. Isn't it a very powerful force?"

Camus looked at Hikaru Jinguji seriously.

"Love can solve everything."

Tsk tsk tsk, is this guy a love brain? If so, the target is definitely tennis, so can he still fall in love with someone?

"So what's next?"

Jinguji Hikaru smiled and looked at Camus.

"Stay tuned."

"The melancholy of love! It's hard to move even an inch!"

"Oh!"

Tennis is like a mirror, no matter how hard Jinguji Hikaru tries to catch up, he always maintains a distance that is neither far nor close.

"Game, France, 3-0!"

"The impulse of love! Heals all things!"

"Oh!"

Violent and surging power crossed the court. When Jinguji Hikaru intercepted the ball, he realized that the ball was not only powerful, but also accompanied by a terrifying shock. Almost instantly, his wrist was Paralyzed.

"Whoosh!"

The tennis ball swung away from Hikaru Jinguji's racket and passed straight through.

"Game, France, 4-0!"

"What a shame."

Camus looked at Jinguji Hikaru regretfully and said regretfully: "I thought I could knock the racket away from your hand. After all, everything is just a cloud in front of love."

"Well, maybe your love isn't passionate enough."

Jinguji Hikari joked with a smile, not affected by the one-sided score at all, and feeling particularly relaxed.

He had just listened to all kinds of different symphonies in his mind, and to be honest, they were really exciting.

"Besides, your movement must have come to its final conclusion."

Jinguji Hikaru smiled and said: "After experiencing ignorance and youth, passionate love and disputes, heartbreak and reconciliation, and the impulse just now, it should be almost complete."

Looking at Camus unexpectedly, this guy was obviously defeated by pure love.

"What do you do next?"

Faced with Jinguji Hikari's teasing, Camus still kept silent and said nothing, but expressed his pride in victory with a confident and calm posture.

"The next movement is"

"The perfection of love! All things grow!"

"Oh!"

Facing this ball, Jinguji Hikaru unconsciously had many feelings in his heart.

The music I heard this time was very touching. After all the hardships, the joy comes, the cultivation is successful, and the life is complete.

The wonderful and profound memories made Jinguji Hikari unconsciously immersed in them.

"Oh!"

"Game, France, 5-0!"

"It's really amazing."

Seyfried looked at Camus, who was completely in control of the situation, with shocked eyes.

Although off the court, Seyfried can also feel the power of Camus's tennis. "Is that guy completely powerless to fight back when faced with Camus' Tennis of Love?"

QP turned to look at Borg and asked in a low voice: "Borg, you have played against Camus before. What is so great about Camus' Love Tennis?"

At the same time, in the Neon team's rest area, someone also asked Duke, who was originally a member of the French team.

Duke thought for a moment and said: "Camus enters the glorious state of love. Every move will affect the opponent's emotions, making the opponent unconsciously fall into the stage drama carefully prepared by Camus, and use the drama to manipulate the opponent. This is Camus means, and”

Duke opened his squinted eyes and said extremely solemnly and solemnly: "No."

“Don’t experience the last act of Camus’s repertoire.”

Borg said calmly: "For players with weak willpower, there is a high chance that they will give up tennis if they experience the last performance of Camus's play."

"Give up tennis!"

Everyone in the German team looked shocked. For them, giving up tennis is like giving up their lives, and it is even more important than life.

QP's eyes flashed and he continued to ask: "So Borg, have you ever experienced the performance of Camus's last play?"

Borg nodded slightly.

"I won."

The three fluttering words shocked everyone's minds. Looking at Borg, who was standing there like a towering mountain with an awe-inspiring momentum, everyone once again realized how powerful Borg was.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"The rush of love!"

In the sixth game, Camus repeatedly used the impulse of love, but
"Isn't it too arrogant to use the same moves against me?"

Jinguji Hikaru sneered and hit the tennis ball back with ease.

"Oh!"

The tennis ball crossed the baseline, and Camus' racket was only one or two balls away from the tennis ball.

"Haha, it should be said that it is Jinguji Hikari, although I have already expected it."

Camus stopped sprinting, turned to look at Jinguji Hikaru, and praised with a smile.

"I didn't expect that the same move would be ineffective so quickly."

"Haha, so I advise you not to be too self-righteous."

Jinguji Hikaru's eyes were sharp, he raised the hand holding the tennis ball, pointed his index finger straight at Camus, and said arrogantly.

"Do you think you're sure to win now?"

His confident and arrogant attitude and arrogant speech made everyone in the French team very unhappy.

"Tch, he is really an arrogant guy."

"The score is like this and you are still so arrogant."

"It's really unpleasant."

Camus was not angry because of Jinguji Hikari's words. On the contrary, he looked at Jinguji Hikari seriously.

"Are you sure you're ready?"

"Whether you are prepared or not, now that you are standing here, you must be aware."

Jinguji Hikaru raised his eyebrows and looked at Camus.

"Why, your love has made you kind and indecisive? Then why did you specifically use human rights? Isn't it another form of cruelty to your players who were supposed to play?"

Hikaru Jinguji's somewhat sharp speech deeply stimulated Camus.

"Sorry, I apologize for being arrogant."

Camus bowed slightly towards Jinguji Hikari.

"Then you'd better be prepared for the next step."

Camus solemnly warned Jinguji Hikaru.

"The next move is terrifying."

The somewhat arrogant words coupled with Camus' solemn expression only heightened the mystery of Camus' next move.

"Haha, I'm about to serve."

Seeing this, Camus said no more, slowly lowered his focus and got ready to catch the ball.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"So, that guy just kept his hand, right?"

Watching the two men restarting the game, Toyama Kintaro didn't understand.

"But why?"

"I think the next move may cause a cold to the boss."

Keith frowned and said in a deep voice: "Camus may not have the heart to destroy the boss's future because of his strength and talent, so he hesitated to use the next move."

"So that's it."

Toyama Kintaro nodded clearly.

"That Camus has a pretty good character?"

"But as an athlete, it's not a good thing."

Echizen Ryuya said quietly on the side, his eyes were rare and serious, and at the same time there was a touch of understanding of fellow sufferers.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"I said, stop procrastinating!"

Jinguji Hikaru withdrew the tennis ball with his backhand and said provocatively to Camus: "Hurry up and use your last move!"

Tapping.

"In that case, then as you wish."

Camus's eyes flashed coldly.

"The final movement, the withering of love."

"Oh!"

"Om-"

Pathetic, lonely, and painful playing sounds sounded.

Unspeakable sadness arose involuntarily. For a moment, the world in front of Jingujiguang's eyes seemed to have lost its color, vitality, life, and meaning.

"Oh!"

The tennis ball passed by Jinguji Hikaru, but Jinguji Hikaru didn't react at all.

"15-15."

Even the sound of the referee announcing the score did not bring Hikaru Jinguji back to his senses. A touch of sadness appeared on his face, his eyes lost their luster, and he stood there quietly like a walking corpse.

"what happened?"

"Yeah, why haven't you served yet?"

"what happens?"

The audience looked at Jinguji Hikaru standing there blankly, and couldn't help but talk about it.

At this time, the referee also began to urge Jinguji Hikaru to serve as soon as possible.

But Jinguji Hikari still stood indifferent.

"What's going on? If you don't serve again, it will be considered a forfeit."

Kintaro Toyama shouted anxiously: "Wake up, boss!"

Xiu also frowned.

"What did that guy do?"

"Is this Camus' ultimate move, the withering of love?"

There was a rare hint of surprise in QP's words.

"You can actually make your opponent lose consciousness with just one goal. It's really..."

"It's not like he lost consciousness."

Ok? !

Borg interrupted QP and said unhurriedly.

"It's not that I lost consciousness, it's just that I feel like everything has lost its meaning."

"Lost its meaning?!"

Everyone in the German team was stunned.

"Why would a person do something? It could be because of love, compulsion, or various other reasons, but no matter what it is, it must be meaningful to him."

Borg said in a deep voice: "And Camus's withering of love is to deprive it of this meaning!"

"Playing tennis because of love will take away the love, and because the desire to win will take away the meaning of victory, it will make people feel that everything is over, and they have no nostalgia for tennis or even the world."

!!!

Is it so terrible!
Everyone in the German team widened their eyes in disbelief.

"So Borg, how did you overcome it before?"

When Borg heard this, his expression darkened.

"I lost that round."

(End of this chapter)