I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

Chapter 476 The Art of Tennis, an Insurmountable Mental Barrier

Bang!
"40-0!"

In the blink of an eye.

Fuji scored another point.

George, the bespectacled French staff officer, looked around, as if looking for the tennis ball.

“Has it blended into the wind?”

Outside the court, Camus, known as the "Tennis Revolutionary", looked at the brown-haired boy in surprise: "It's a very genius idea, but Edgar should have seen through it."

Snapped!
really.

When Fuji hit his fourth serve, the French high school student with paint on the corners of his eyes moved quickly, his sharp gaze locked onto a blank spot.

Then, the racket was swung and the crisp sound of hitting the ball was heard.

"Hit!"

"As expected of Edgar!"

"The so-called genius of the Japanese team only managed to score three goals. However, being able to catch the ball after Edgar lost the point should be enough for him to be proud of. Eh?!"

But the next moment.

Fuji made another move at the baseline and hit a beautiful short ball. After the tennis ball hit the ground, it bounced slightly and rolled past the shocked George's feet.

"Game!"

"Japanese team, 1-0, exchange positions!"

“This is a short ball.”

Edgar's eyes changed.

The bespectacled teenager George also cast a sharp look. Obviously, they all felt the pressure from their opponent.

"George."

When they exchanged positions, Delacroix turned his head and glanced at the boy next to him: "You do your job, and leave the rest to me."

"know."

The bespectacled boy George nodded repeatedly.

Bang!
Subsequently.

After he hit the tennis ball, he took the initiative to retreat beyond the baseline, giving the playing field to the opponent.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, Qian couldn't help but be surprised and asked, "A high school student took action so soon?"

According to his experience, the tactics of each country are to let the junior high school students test the opponent first, and then the high school students will take action to fight for the final victory.

But I didn't expect it.

On the French team's side, it was the high school students who took action first.

"Could it be that the other junior high school student is stronger?"

Liu said his guess, and the eyes of the people around him changed immediately. With Ishikawa's example in front of them, they subconsciously felt that this guess was very likely.

Bang!
At this time.

Tezuka hit the tennis ball from the baseline.

"Well come."

Facing the incoming ball, Edgar became excited, raised his racket and hit it hard.

boom!
This ball was powerful, fast and urgent, and was aimed directly at Bu Er on the opposite side. Obviously, this was a challenge issued by Edgar himself.

"Ah."

In response, Bu Er just smiled faintly. He tilted his racket and quickly touched the tennis ball, using the inclination and friction of the racket face to quickly unload most of the force.

call!
next moment.

The tennis ball flew back upside down.

The speed was so fast that it was even faster than Edgar's shot.

"it's useless."

Tao Cheng in the stands sneered, "Senior Fuji has fought against the two top power players from the Swiss team. This level of impact is not enough for him."

"It's really good."

Edgar on the field also nodded secretly.

The ball just now was just a test, and it turned out that the opponent's ability to respond was indeed very good. Moreover, this ball was handled very well, and there was almost nothing wrong with it.

"Since you can't use strength, then try this trick."

Edgar suddenly volleyed the ball, which was fast and sharp, with strong topspin. The tennis ball whizzed past, making many people's eyelids twitch.

“This guy has great explosive power.”

Ju's eyes fixed.

"It's really strong."

Qiansui nodded, but then he added: "However, he underestimated the strength of his opponent."

Whoa!

The words fell.

Then Bu Er quickly changed his tactics, raised his racket and hit the ball from top to bottom.

With a snap, the tennis ball was hit and flew out.

"The reaction speed is also good."

Edgar raised his brows slightly.

The opponent's level is indeed above that of most junior high school students. Even in the French team, it is already quite outstanding.

"However, my exploration has just begun."

Edgar had an idea in his mind and decided to attack again.

Whoosh!
however.

The speed at which the tennis ball fell was beyond his expectations. Then, under Edgar's shrunken pupils, the tennis ball did not bounce normally, but slid out at a very low height close to the ground.

Chi Chi
George, who was collecting data on the opponent in the back, was also startled by the sudden flying ball.

"Is this... that trick?!"

The boy immediately thought of the counterattack skills that Fuji displayed in the group stage.

but.

That was just what he saw from the outside of the screen, from the perspective of a viewer. Now, after truly getting into it, George finally felt how terrifying this trick was!
Add to that the two middle school students who just mastered both synchronization and ability resonance, the Japanese team's lineup of middle school students is a bit too exaggerated!
"This kid is pretty amazing."

Delacroix looked at Bu Er deeply.

If he just admired the other party's talent, after seeing this trick, his evaluation of the other party was undoubtedly raised to a higher level.

"In that case, let me have some fun with you."

After thinking about it, Delacroix adjusted his posture slightly, but it still gave people a sense of sharpness.

Bang!
soon.

George serves.

Fuji responded quickly and hit the tennis ball back.

Delacroix, who was playing as a forward, took a step back and created some distance. Then, in front of the surprised eyes of others, he hit a topspin ball with a very strong spin.

"What is this guy doing?"

Tao Cheng's face was full of confusion: "Doesn't he know that Fuji-senpai's [Phoenix Flash] relies on topspin to perform?"

"No, the other party must know."

Dashi shook his head: "It's more likely that he did this on purpose!"

Kikumaru, Kawamura and others beside him also became alert. The opponent was the top player of the French team, so it was impossible for him not to see the principle of Fuji's trick.

Just like what Oishi said, since the other party did this, he must have his purpose.

Swish!
really.

Just as Fuji performed Phoenix Flash, Delacroix moved. He spread his arms and leaned forward to make a flying motion. At first glance, he looked like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring.

call!
Suddenly.

He swung the racket quickly, and while lowering his body, he used the front end of the racket to lift the tennis ball that was sliding close to the ground and hit it out.

"what?!"

Seeing this, Taocheng, Haitang and others changed their expressions instantly.

They had seen many people break through Fuji's special moves, but most of them relied on early prevention, that is, they blocked Fuji's special moves by not hitting the ball with topspin.

There are very few people who can crack the opponent's strategy head-on like Delacroix did. More importantly, after the counterattack, the opponent appears to be quite relaxed and at ease.

"here we go."

At this time, many people on the French team showed a knowing smile on their faces. The handsome guy Morlot, who was only wearing a coat, smiled and said, "Edgar's theater has started!"

Bang!
at the same time.

Fuji, who received the tennis ball on the other side, clearly felt the extremely strong penetrating force coming from the racket, making him subconsciously feel that he was really like resisting the attack of an eagle.

He immediately used his force-relieving technique to neutralize the force. But there was no time to change his tactics, so at least he could hit the tennis ball out.

Swish!
opposite.

Delacroix strikes again.

This time he swung the racket quickly, with an extremely flexible wrist, and started from the side, quickly cutting the tennis ball out.

Uh-huh! Swish! !
Immediately, the tennis ball flew out quickly and flexibly like a poisonous snake lurking in the jungle. Its posture kept changing, and it was difficult to see the specific trajectory of the tennis ball.

"cobra?"

Seeing this unique move, Qian and Liu were slightly shocked.

This move is very similar to the special move of Higa Central Division Chief Kiteno Shiro who left the Japanese team and disappeared. It changes quickly and the trajectory is hard to find.

hum!
but.

Fuji, who was standing on the other side, stood firm while raising his racket. Then, in front of everyone's astonished gaze, Fuji's racket accurately intercepted the tennis ball.

Moreover, most of the rotational force was instantly dissipated.

"Appeared!"

Seeing this, Taocheng and Haitang said excitedly: "Senior Fuji's ultimate move - Mayfly Envelope!"

"This guy"

Seeing his moves being broken one after another by his opponent, a sharp light flashed in Delacroix's eyes.

immediately.

He took action again, transforming into either a cheetah or a black bear.

He used different postures and styles with different powers and rotations. For a moment, Fuji was suppressed by him.

Swish!
Perhaps sensing the pressure from his opponent, Fuji closed his eyes and activated his mind's eye mode.

Suddenly, without the limitations and constraints of vision, the effects of the various special moves performed by Delacroix were greatly reduced.

"This kid is really difficult to deal with!"

Delacroix's eyes flashed with fear, but then he opened his arms and used one of his strongest moves: "Unfortunately, the charm of art has never been just about observation with the naked eye."

hum!
next moment.

As Bu Er was about to respond, a huge gate as white as jade suddenly appeared in his mind.

The release of the majestic aura shocked Bu Er so much that he opened his eyes instantly.

Snap.
Subsequently.

He heard the sound of the tennis ball rolling behind him.

"15-15."

"Hey, did you see a huge white gate just now?"

"That's the Arc de Triomphe, one of France's landmarks."

Mitsuya said, "This person has indeed combined art and tennis almost perfectly."

The swiftness of an eagle, the agility of a venomous snake, the fierceness of a leopard, the ferocity of a black bear
Each posture shows the tennis style represented by the image it wants to depict. This is not a simple mimicry or imitation, but using the racket as a brush to show the charm of the real animal in the oil painting.

This style is strange and unpredictable.

Even Fuji, who was known as a genius, was at a disadvantage in the duel.

"not only that."

At this time, Qian said: "From just now, he consciously controlled the rotation of the ball to reduce the possibility of Fuji's counterattack as much as possible."

The high school students on this French team are very smart.

He not only suppressed the opponent in style, but also made more efforts in details. He combined internal and external skills and took the initiative in the game.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
In the subsequent duel, although the two won and lost, Delacroix was clearly more dominant. Soon, he won the second game and the two sides tied 2-1.

The third round.

Tezuka's serve.

The game begins with a super-fast serve.

But then, it became a duel between Delacroix and Fuji. Facing all the skills displayed by Fuji, he was able to respond effectively, fully demonstrating the strength of a high school student.

"No, if this continues, Senior Fuji might..."

Tao Cheng and others all showed worry on their faces.

In terms of the duel of skills, Delacroix was clearly superior due to his rich experience and technical advantages. What surprised them even more was that as time went on, Fuji's limitations became more obvious.

It seemed as if Delacroix had anticipated whatever move he was going to make.

hum!
Suddenly.

The image of the Arc de Triomphe reappears.

The oppressive feeling of the majestic atmosphere spread and, without a doubt, broke through Bu Er's defense line.

"0-40!"

In a blink of an eye.

In the third game, the French team took a three-goal lead.

"What on earth is that door?"

Shishido's face was solemn.

If it was an illusion, then why would Bu Er, who possessed the power of the mind, still be deceived? But if it was a real ability, it was too exaggerated!

"I guess it should be a mental shock in some sense."

Mitsuya said uncertainly: "Through the sound, power and rotation of the ball, my spiritual will will be expressed in some way."

For example, kendo.

Both Sanada and Ishikawa were involved, and both were able to combine kendo and tennis. However, Sanada was still in the early stages, while Ishikawa had reached the peak level.

same.

This high school student named Delacroix combined tennis with the oil painting art he mastered. The racket in his hand was like a paintbrush, and he used rotation, strength and explosive power as different kinds of paint to reasonably match and display pictures of different styles.

Among them, this huge picture like the Arc de Triomphe is one of its most powerful moves.

hum!
at this time.

Delacroix strikes again.

Behind him, the towering gate tower that represented victory appeared. Mentally, it shocked Fuji.

“This is the gap between high school students and middle school students.”

Camus shook his head slightly.

Although the opponent's mental strength was good, it was not strong enough. He could not withstand the impact of the scene, and his mind was shocked and unable to react.

Think of this.

Camus's doubts resurfaced.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the Japanese team, his eyes locked on the black-haired boy: "He knows the gap between junior high school students and high school students, why did he insist on putting two groups of junior high school students in the first two games? Is he so confident that he won't lose in singles?"

Snapped!
at this time.

A tapping sound was heard.

"Ok?"

Outside the court, Camus, Barthes, Moreau and others turned their heads to look. Inside the court, Delacroix and Georges also looked up.

The boy with glasses pressed the head of the racket lightly and hit the tennis ball gently.

"Senior Edgar's [Arc de Triomphe] has been cracked?"

George was deeply shocked.

He also tried to crack this trick, but his mental strength was not strong enough and he was always intimidated by the aura emitted by the door.

"This guy has pretty good mental strength."

There was a hint of something strange in Delacroix's eyes: "This short ball is not bad, but it's a pity for me... ugh!"

An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he was ready to step forward to intercept.

Who knows.

After the tennis ball hit the ground, it did not bounce up normally, but instead rolled back quickly, sticking to the ground.

Snapped.
The tennis ball hit the net with a slight sound.

The spectators around who saw the shot, including the players on the French team, subconsciously widened their eyes.

The huge stadium suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

(End of this chapter)