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Chapter 464: A desperate fight, the American team's fighting spirit
Snapped!
"Touch the net."

"Game!"

"Japan, 6-6, into the tiebreaker!"

Under the shocked gaze of the American team representatives, Hopkins' shot hit the blocking net directly.

"Mistake again?"

"How many times has this happened?"

"What on earth is Mr. Hopkins doing?"

Off the field.

The fans of the American team stared at each other in amazement. No one knew why Hopkins, who had just been so brave and suppressed his opponent, suddenly made so many mistakes.

"Deputy Captain"

Elvis was also confused.

He never expected that the vice-captain, who was almost invincible in his mind, would look so embarrassed. On the other hand, the high school student wearing glasses seemed to be at ease.

"how?"

As if noticing Elvis' gaze, Irie turned his head and gave him a meaningful look: "Do you also want to feel that wonderful feeling?"

Swish!
Immediately.

Elvis's expression changed.

The face that was originally extremely heroic now had a bit of paleness that indicated a lack of confidence. The hand holding the racket shook a few times instinctively. As if realizing that his reaction was somewhat embarrassing, he quickly tightened his grip on the racket, but in the eyes of others, he looked even more guilty.

"It's over."

Seeing this, players from the American team, including Balentin and Obondu, lamented in their hearts.

Hopkins was confused.

Elvis didn't even have the courage to fight.

Although the game was still going on, they had already seen the outcome for the American team.

Bang!
really.

A moment later, as Irie scored with a chip shot, the referee said, "The first set is over. Japan wins, 7-6!"

The referee's voice was like a nightmare, shattering the last glimmer of hope for the American team.

Subsequently.

The game seemed to have completely entered garbage time.

The American team repeated the situation at the beginning of the first set, losing points one-sidedly. Until they fell behind 0-5, Elvis was out of breath and Hopkins still couldn't recover.

"Did he really fall into the abyss of nightmare?"

Reinhardt subconsciously clenched his fists.

This match was the one he valued the most. If the US team could not take the lead and establish an advantage, the probability of the US team winning would be less than 40%.

therefore.

He arranged for Hopkins, who was second only to him in strength in the team. Unexpectedly, he was completely restrained by Irie and entered the terrifying world of consciousness created by him.

"Alan, your will shouldn't be so fragile. Come on, let me see your determination!"

Reinhardt thought silently in his heart.

No one knows better than him how powerful this American No.2 is. His surgical style of tennis makes him so powerful that others cannot imagine it.

and.

He also fully believed that as a doctor, the other party's mental will would never be so easily deceived by the opponent.

"Wake up!"

"Let them see the spirit and will of the American team!"

Bang!
next moment.

Under the surprised gazes of others, Hopkins really completed his counterattack. At the same time, his sharp momentum reappeared, and compared with before, it was even more fierce and capable of breaking through everything!

"vice captain!!!"

Elvis shouted excitedly.

"make you worry."

Hopkins spoke with a bit of apology, and his eyes were indeed brighter than before. Obviously, after breaking through the nightmare blockade, his mental strength was sublimated.

Turned.

He locked eyes with his opponent, "What a scary person. A person with that kind of nightmare-like field is so unknown in the Japanese team."

At this moment, Hopkins was very shocked.

Only by truly experiencing that dreamlike, confusing nightmare world, will you know how powerful the person in front of you is.

however.

Even such a person was not even in the top five among the top fighters of the Japanese team. The more he understood, the more he could understand Reinhardt's despair.

"So, we must not lose this game!"

Thinking of this, he made up his mind and made the decision to fight to the death.

"Amazing."

At this time, Irie on the opposite side said with emotion: "He is worthy of being the second-in-command of the American team. He can actually walk out of that world."

He looked relaxed as he spoke.

It seemed as if he didn't take the opponent's breakthrough seriously at all.

"Arrogant guy!"

Elvis pointed his racket at him and said in a deep voice, "Your trick has been cracked, yet you are still talking nonsense here."

In his opinion, the contest between the two high school students was obviously won by his predecessors. In the next match, as long as Hopkins fully played to his original level, they would definitely win.

"is it?"

Hearing his opponent's words, Irie laughed. Then, under the surprised gazes of others, he turned his head and glanced at the silver-blue-haired boy behind him: "Niou-kun, it's time to give them the final blow."

Nioh?

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

No matter how you look at it, this match is not something that can be decided by a junior high school student, right? Yes, Elvis looked quite arrogant, but no one took his arrogant behavior seriously.

Because from the very beginning, the outcome of this game was a showdown between high school students.

hum!
however.

What shocked everyone was.

When Irie finished speaking, a milky white cyclone suddenly emanated from Niou's body. What was even more surprising was that this cyclone seemed to have some kind of magical power, connecting with Irie's momentum.

Immediately.

There was some extremely strange energy ripples and fluctuations between the two of them.

"This is."

Seeing the state of the two Japanese players, Hopkins seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes suddenly widened: "Synchronous?!"

"hiss!"

Outside the stadium, there were also sounds of people gasping for breath.

homology?

A doubles miracle?
The Japanese team actually has this terrifying trick hidden? !
In an instant.

All those who thought that the American team could still turn the tide had their thoughts completely shattered at this moment.

“Damn it, I forgot about that.”

Reinhardt subconsciously clenched his fists.

His attention was completely drawn to Niou's phantom and Irie's nightmare moves, but he forgot that the boy from the Japanese team could actually phantom and become his own player.

For example, at this moment, Niou's phantom became Irie's appearance, and a certain degree of synchronization appeared between the two.

Bang!
finally.

When Irie's smash penetrated the opponent's defense, the referee's voice rang out: "The second set is over. The Japanese team wins, 6-0!"

"The Doubles 2 match ends here."

"Japan wins, 7-6, 6-0!"

From the second round onwards, the number of sets in each match increased to more than three. In the final, it even reached the level of best of five sets, which was undoubtedly a very strict test of the players' physical fitness.

but.

In this first match, the Japanese team still delivered a satisfactory result. Especially Irie, who attracted a lot of attention.

The players in charge of collecting intelligence from each team have all listed this person as a key target for observation. Of course, there is also Nioh's phantom and the ability to synchronize with anyone.

This undoubtedly greatly enhanced the strength of the Japanese team's doubles.

"Sorry, Ralph, we"

the other side.

After losing the game, Hopkins and Elvis returned to the team and lowered their heads in guilt.

"It's okay. You tried your best."

Reinhardt waved his hand.

He watched the entire game, and it was normal for Hopkins and the other two to lose the game. First, they did not have information about Irie, and second, they underestimated the threat of Niou.

Just like that.

The next game for the American team became difficult. Their overall strength was already a level lower than their opponents, so they had no room for error.

"Chico, Dudu."

After comforting his players and waiting for Hopkins and Elvis to leave, Reinhart turned around and looked at the other two people he trusted the most: "The next game will be left to you two."

"Don't worry, Ralph."

But the brown-haired young man with a bun walked up to them with a smile. It was Chico Balentin, the most promising new generation of high school players on the American team.

“We are going to win this game.”

Another black youth with a broom head, Dudu Obondu, also spoke firmly.

The two of them are ranked 3rd and 4th in the US team, second only to Reinhart and Hopkins, and were arranged in doubles 1, which shows how much Reinhart values ​​this game.

Originally, in his plan, Hopkins won the first victory, and then let Obondo and Balentin secure the second victory. Finally, he would make the final decision.

pity.

Hopkins lost the first game.

In this case, they were actually in a desperate situation, because according to the rules, in the remaining four games of the US team, two singles matches would be played by junior high school students.

However, the strongest Elvis had already lost, and the remaining junior high school students were even less likely to be a match for the high school students.

"I hope their doubles roster is the same as ours."

Reinhardt thought silently in his heart.

Only in this way can the US team have a chance of ensuring victory in its deployment of troops.

"Next, the doubles 1 match will begin."

At this time, the referee's voice sounded: "The United States team representatives Dudu Obondo (high 3) and Chico Balentin (high 1) vs. the Japanese team representatives Tokugawa Kazuya (high 2) and Mori Jusaburo (high 1)."

"Please prepare both players!"

The words fell.

The eyes of the American team were directed towards the Japanese team, towards the two tall young men.

"call"

Reinhardt breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the list arranged by his opponent.

This is good news.

Not only did the opponent arrange two high school students to play doubles, but the names of Byodoin, Oni, Duke and Tanejima did not appear among them.

This means that in addition to Ishikawa, there will be one junior high school student spot left in the Japanese team's next roster.

This way.

As long as the US team can win two of the remaining games, the final match between junior high school students, there is still a possibility of winning.

"Let's go, Chico."

Obondu, who also realized this, turned around and looked at his partner.

"Okay."

Balentin nodded with a smile.

He is naturally optimistic, and this character also allows him to perform at a normal level even in situations where his team is absolutely disadvantaged.

Simultaneously.

It was precisely because of this character that Reinhardt deliberately trained him so that he could lead the US team to the next World Cup in two years.

"Tokugawa Kazuya of the Japanese team? Mori Jusaburo?"

After the two left, Reinhardt narrowed his eyes. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the Japanese team, only to find that the other team's head coach had fallen asleep in his chair.

“Well, this is really.”

He felt somewhat indignant, but more helpless.

If he had such a top-notch lineup of players, he probably wouldn't take his opponent seriously.

Think so.

He then looked more closely at the column on the scoreboard that contained information about the two players' ages: "So, is this doubles match to train our players?"

If this is true, then the Japanese team is too arrogant. However, Reinhardt is more thankful. It is precisely because of the arrogance of the opponent that they have a chance of winning.

Think of this.

He was about to look away, but at this moment, as if sensing something, Reinhardt subconsciously turned his head and looked in a certain direction.

"That person ugh!"

The person who met his eyes was none other than the captain of the Japanese team, and also the player he feared the most, Shin Ishikawa.

at this time.

The other party nodded at him with a smile, seemingly out of politeness. However, Reinhardt, who was extremely perceptive, sensed some deep meaning in the other party's eyes.

"What does he mean?"

"Could it be that these two high school students are not ordinary players?"

Suddenly.

This thought suddenly occurred to Reinhardt.

Immediately, he turned his head sharply and looked at the two Japanese team representatives on the court again: "Tokugawa Kazuya and Mori Hisaburo."

He tried to find something special about the two, but they looked no different from ordinary contestants.

It's not like there's any particular type of player.

"I guess I'm just being overly concerned."

Reinhardt shook his head secretly.

Losing the first game doubled his pressure. Therefore, he lost his usual calmness when thinking. Moreover, when he saw his own players again, his eyes calmed down.

"Yes, with the strength of Dudu and Chico, there will definitely be no problem in this match."

The strength of the two players on the American team is also at the top level among high school students. In singles, they are not inferior to non-professional players, and if it is doubles, the two people with perfect tacit understanding can burst out even more terrifying power.

"Don't think too much, Ralph."

Thinking of this, Reinhardt comforted himself in his heart: "There is absolutely no possibility of losing this game!"

(End of this chapter)