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

Chapter 477: The Manipulated Puppet
"15-40."

Sitting on the high chair, the referee announced the score, breaking the silent atmosphere.

"What kind of chipping is this?"

On the French team's side, everyone instinctively widened their eyes.

Even Camus looked at the tennis ball that had hit the blocking net and remained motionless with great surprise.

"This junior high school student is not simple!"

"Indeed. Excellent slice."

Bart and Moro looked solemn.

This slice is at a very high level, even like a master. Not to mention junior high school students, even high school students may not be able to play it.

at least
The two looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes. With their skills, they couldn't play such a ball.

As for the French prince and other players, they were even more shocked, especially Sharudaru, who had practiced tennis on horseback since he was a child and had an amazing talent for tennis.

In terms of technology, he also thinks he has done quite well.

but.

The level of his slice made him feel how powerful his opponent was.

"correct!"

At this time, someone said, "If I remember correctly, this guy seemed to have defeated the Greek team's master Hermes during the group stage!"

Hermes?

Hear the words.

Bart and Moro were both shocked.

They knew this guy, who was also a junior in high school and had achieved good results in many European regional leagues. Among the high school students in this year's World Cup, although he was not ranked in the first tier, he was definitely an upper-middle level player.

Even they were not sure they could defeat Hermes.

As a result, the opponent was actually defeated by this junior high school student who had done nothing and had mediocre performance before?

"Is such that."

Camus also remembered, and he nodded and said, "Tezuka Kunimitsu is one of the best players in the Japanese team besides Ishikawa."

"Several people?"

"one?"

Bart and Moro were surprised again.

"Yes."

Camus nodded: "This year, the Japanese team has a very large lineup of junior high school students. In addition to Ishikawa, there are three or four people who are ranked the same as Tezuka!"

When he said this, he seemed to have thought of something and was suddenly stunned.

"Really, really or falsely?"

Bart and Moro were completely shocked.

If the Japanese team has five junior high school students who are masters of Hermes' level, then it seems that they can already rank among the top few in this World Cup just with junior high school students, right?

"and many more!!"

Suddenly.

The two of them seemed to have thought of something and their expressions suddenly paused.

"Could it be that?"

Moro turned his head and looked at the Japanese team's lineup. Originally, in his opinion, there was no special position, but now it seemed as if there was a clear dividing line.

Not far away, I saw the junior high school and high school students of the Japanese team clearly standing in two camps, clearly divided.

"Well!"

Bart's eyes also trembled.

"Could it be that the opponent is a junior high school student who has made all the preparations?!"

The idea is both exaggerated and shocking.

"impossible."

Moro shook his head repeatedly, denying this conjecture.

No matter how crazy the Japanese coach is, he can't arrange all the players to be junior high school students. After all, this is the World Cup, not a children's game. Their French team is a big 4 team, even the German team dare not underestimate it.

hum!
At this time.

On the court, Delacroix made another move.

Behind him, there suddenly emerged a picture of birds singing, flowers blooming, butterflies, squirrels and sika deer living in harmony.

"Appeared."

Seeing this, Bart and Moro stared at each other: "It's Edgar's trick - nature!"

Compared to the magnificent Arc de Triomphe, this move is quite plain. But it is precisely this silent power that is the most difficult to defend against.

Simplicity is the most difficult move to crack.

Bang!
But the next moment.

Tezuka suddenly made a move, and a pale yellow light suddenly bloomed under Delacroix's crotch.

"30-40."

"hiss!"

See this.

On the French team's side, everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

"It's too exaggerated."

Someone couldn't help but ask, "That senior Edgar, didn't even react?"

"This guy"

Delacroix raised his head, his gloomy eyes fixed on Tezuka. He actually failed to catch any trace of the ball just now.

Moreover, although his opponent's momentum was still so calm, he vaguely felt an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Delacroix knew that he had met a master.

Although the other party is only a junior high school student, his personal ability is already comparable to that of top high school students.

Thinking of this, he felt a chill in his heart, and his own aura began to be released.

hum!
next moment.

An aura of constantly changing colors was continuously released from him.

“The breath of art!”

Some players from the French team were cheered up.

"So fast?"

Bart and Moro were also shocked: "This guy Edgar actually lifted the restrictions on his abilities!"

"The opponent is not a simple character."

Camus shook his head and said, "This strength is no less than that of many of the team's main players. Edgar's choice is right. We can't underestimate our opponents."

In his opinion, the so-called tactics is to make the best plan after fully analyzing the strength of both sides. Especially when encountering a difficult opponent, the correct approach is to respond decisively and accurately.

It is not advisable to simply hide one's strength or test one's opponent. There is nothing wrong with Delacroix's approach.

We must take advantage of the French team's current advantage and try our best to win the third game.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
however.

Facing Delacroix's change of momentum, Tezuka's reaction was very calm. He continued to hit the tennis ball gently, adjusting his emotions and rhythm to the appropriate range.

call!
Sudden.

He threw the tennis ball up, stood on tiptoes, stretched his body naturally, and hit the tennis ball out quickly.

"this ball"

Looking at the tennis ball that fell almost close to the serving line, George suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of oppression. The ball was very fast and very accurate, so accurate that he even had the illusion that the serve would go out of bounds.

But he knew very well that this was absolutely impossible.

Swish!
Immediately.

He adjusted his posture and position, intending to hit the tennis ball back.

Bang!
but.

When the French team's staff officer saw the tennis ball land on the ground, accurately pressing on the inside edge of the serving line, and the tennis ball did not bounce in a straight line but instead produced a strange rotation, his eyes suddenly flickered.

Chi Chi
Immediately.

Under his shocked gaze, the tennis ball actually rolled back to the ground.

"Deuce (40-40)!"

quiet!
The huge stadium fell into silence again.

"hiss"

After a long time, a sound of uniform inhalation was heard from the crowd.

“This serve.”

Bart and Moro's hearts trembled.

Camus once again looked at the seemingly calm boy with glasses. He was surprised by the skills he displayed.

"Zero serve."

On the Japanese team's side, Yukimura, Atobe and others also trembled in surprise.

Sanada said solemnly: "This guy's skills have improved again!"

At this time, even if Tezuka was just doing his normal job, his Zero serve had already reached a very high level. Even those who were already familiar with this move felt frightened.

"That's not surprising."

At this time, Qian pushed up his glasses and said, "Since the Kanto Tournament, Tezuka has been strengthening his chopping skills every day. After entering the U17, he has not stopped for a single day, especially after the shuffle match."

Having said that, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the smiling black-haired boy not far away.

Everyone understood immediately.

Tezuka is a top-notch talented player. Although he was delayed for a while due to injuries, the solidity of his shots is among the best among junior high school students.

The defeat during the Kanto Tournament further stimulated him, and he made considerable improvements through continuous training.

Actually.

The same is true for both Yukimura and Atobe.

The reason is very simple. After feeling the pressure from Ishikawa, they were unwilling to fall behind and fought hard to catch up. It is also because of this that the Japanese team has a unique lineup of junior high school students in the world.

"Humph!"

At this time.

There was a sneer from the stadium.

Delacroix was on guard, his eyes fixed on his opponent fiercely: "I want to see how powerful your serve is."

Bang!
next moment.

Tezuka hit the tennis ball, which immediately rolled back with strong rotation. The speed was so fast that Delacroix did not have any time to react.

In the eyes of everyone, the high school student from the French team was standing there in a daze like a sculpture.

"The server has the upper hand!"

"Gudu."

Delacroix's throat rolled.

He just used the vision of an eagle to capture the trajectory of the opponent's serve. Then, he was ready to use the explosive power of a cheetah to break the serve.

As a result, before the ball could be released, the rotation inside the tennis ball had already started.

“A serve comparable to that of a professional!”

Delacroix made his comment.

The subtlety of this serve was beyond his comprehension. At least with his ability, even if he understood the principle, he couldn't play such a terrible serve.

Realizing this, Delacroix adjusted his tactics.

Bang!
Subsequently.

With Tezuka's serve landing, the Japanese team won the third game and once again took the lead over their opponents.

The Japanese team cheered loudly, while the French team seemed very calm. Everyone looked at Delacroix, who also cheered up after feeling the pressure.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
only.

His repeated attacks were unable to break through the opponent's defense.

"I do not believe!"

He seized the opportunity and hit a fierce smash. He thought he could score directly, but Fuji suddenly rushed out and used the Qilin Landing move to counterattack and score.

"No, that's a bit tricky."

Delacroix's face changed again and again.

"What's up, George?"

"Not yet."

The mushroom-headed boy with glasses shook his head: "The other party's data is very complicated. It will take at least half an hour to analyze it."

"Half an hour?!"

Delacroix's face suddenly turned ugly.

The duel just now lasted only five or six minutes, but it made him feel like a year had passed. If it had lasted for thirty minutes, it would have been fatal.

"no solution anymore."

With a sigh, Delacroix took out his paintbrush and painted George's face in front of everyone's surprised eyes, turning him into a circus clown.

"This is."

Sensing the sudden change in the boy's temperament, the eyes of the Japanese team changed.

"Mental hypnosis?"

Feeling the fluctuation of George's mental power, Ochi, Kimijima and others raised their brows slightly.

They have a strange feeling.

It seemed as if the boy in front of him was a puppet being controlled by the high school student next to him!
(End of this chapter)