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

Chapter 485 Singles 1, Ishikawa vs Camus
At this moment, Xialudaru felt an indescribable shudder.

It was as if a huge hand was strangling his body from nowhere. The ability he had learned had completely lost its effect.

"Illusion?"

This thought flashed through Xialudaru’s mind.

But what is more important is that he was unable to face this exaggerated reality and chose to escape.

As a result, the strong spiritual will that he had just tempered completely collapsed and disintegrated.

"That's...another dimension of tennis?!"

When Sharudaru was beaten to the point of doubting his life, on the French team side, Barthes, Moreau and others all widened their eyes.

"I, I seem to see a figure like an emperor!"

George, the mushroom-headed boy with glasses, also spoke in a trembling voice.

Tennis in another dimension!
This is when a contestant's strength breaks through a certain level, and at least one of his or her five-dimensional abilities undergoes a qualitative change, thus causing special changes.

Take speed as an example. After breaking through the limit, you will enter the realm of ultra-high speed dimension. The tennis ball hit cannot be observed by the naked eye. You need to concentrate your five senses or comprehend abilities beyond the five senses to observe it.

"It seems like an extra-dimensional ability in terms of mental power?"

Delacroix said uncertainly.

Compared to the other four, the spiritual dimension is the most mysterious, because it involves the mysterious and powerful abilities deep in the human consciousness.

In the French team, only Camus was involved in such a profound field.

therefore.

While everyone was suspecting that Atobe had broken through his limits, their eyes were also focused on Camus.

"Ah."

In response, the French captain simply nodded calmly: "What he has realized is the different dimension of tennis that can seal the opponent's ability."

while speaking.

Camus's eyes were fixed on Atobe, and he was carefully observing the golden aura field. The opponent radiated his mental power to the opponent through the powerful aura.

Use coercion to make the opponent feel trembling, thereby weakening or even sealing the opponent's ability.

This is a higher level of ability.

Compared to him, Sharudaru was obviously too weak. Whether it was in terms of mental will or experience in competition, the gap between the two allowed Atobe to easily seal the French prince's ability.

Bang!
"Game!"

"Japanese team, 1-0!"

Bang!
"Game!"

"Japanese team, 2-0!"

Bang!
"Game!"

"Japanese team, 3-0!"

In the blink of an eye.

Atobe won all three games.

With the help of the emperor's domain, he finally crossed that threshold and reached the same level as Tezuka and Yukimura.

"As expected of you, you are Hyotei's minister!"

Sanada, Tachibana and the others nodded secretly.

In the minds of junior high school students, Hyotei is no longer just a name, but a symbol. Before this, no one believed that Atobe was qualified for the position of the headmaster.

And now.

The other party finally broke through his limit and became a true top junior high school student.

In contrast.

On the other side, Sharudaru looked extremely embarrassed. He was sweating all over, looking nervous and shaking. It was hard to imagine that this was the top talent who was famous in the European tennis world and was hailed as the leader of the next generation of the French team.

at this time.

The audience, including the French players, were all talking quietly. Especially on the French team side, some junior high school students were shaking their heads secretly and whispering about Xialudaru's past arrogance.

As a top talent, he rarely trains. Sharudaru, who grew up on horses, swept almost all the junior high school students.

Under the winner-takes-all rule, his [Equestrian Tennis] naturally became the most effective training method.

but now.

However, he was ruthlessly suppressed by Atobe, who was also a junior high school student.

This made everyone realize that the so-called "Equestrian Tennis" was actually just based on Xialudalu's own talent. When he was defeated, the myth was broken.

Actually.

Sharudaru, who was on the court, not only felt the terrible pressure from his opponent, but also fell into deep self-reflection.

He began to regret it.

If I had undergone rigorous training at the beginning, I would not be so weak and powerless now.

Snapped!
It's Sharudaru's turn to serve.

But his tennis ball hit the blocking net.

"One miss!"

“Has it come to this?”

Outside the court, Doron, George and others were all worried. The boy looked completely different from the high-spirited French prince before the game.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
on the field.

Sharudaru was hitting the tennis ball seriously.

He never thought that one day he would need to use this method to find the feel of the ball. In the past, he always looked down on such behavior, thinking it was a method used by the weak.

Snapped!
at last.

It took Sharudaru about twenty seconds to find the feel of the ball and hit it over the blocking net.

Bang!
But the next moment.

A pale yellow light suddenly bloomed around him without any warning.

"Forehead"

Looking at that dazzling luster, Xialudaru trembled, and a bitter emotion suddenly emerged in his heart.

Lost!

He has already lost!
The opponent was too strong. The cold feeling that seemed to spread from the depths of his soul directly froze all his abilities.

He no longer had any chance of winning this match.

As the game progressed, this thought became stronger and stronger, and he walked around the court in a daze like a zombie.

See this.

Even those who are most insensitive to the situation know that if the French team loses, they will be eliminated in the quarterfinals.

Bang!
"Game!"

"Japanese team, 4-0!"

End of game.

Xialu Dalu failed to score a single point again.

Finally, the French team's spectators outside the stadium couldn't bear it anymore and started to leave.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
but.

Before they entered the tunnel, Atobe served four consecutive aces and won the fifth game.

Pfft!
next moment.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Xialudalu knelt on the ground as if all his strength had been drained.

His eyes were empty and blank, and he looked ahead in a daze.

"Lose. I lose."

He murmured to himself: "I'm sorry, Captain Camus. I'm sorry to disappoint you. It's my fault that I'm not strong enough to keep the French team moving forward. If I hadn't been so willful, I wouldn't have ended up like this today. I've ruined the last hope of the French team."

The boy's mumbling made everyone silent.

The referee on the high chair was very touched, but he still had to do his duty. After seeing Xialudaru in such a state, he said, "Xialudaru, it's time to switch positions."

In the next game, the opponent serves.

But looking at Xialudalu's appearance, he probably couldn't complete the serve. As expected, just as the referee thought, the red-haired boy in front of him seemed not to hear his voice and continued to look blankly ahead.

"Alas." Seeing this, the referee sighed and turned his attention to the French team's camp on the other side.

Suddenly.

The French team fell into chaos.

No one could believe that as the Big 4, they would have to leave the stage in such a humiliating way. And this decision had to come from the mouth of the captain who had not yet appeared.

This is so embarrassing!
"No, I can continue."

at this time.

Sharudalu was kneeling on the ground, gritting his teeth and using the racket to support his body, trying to stand up tremblingly.

"That's enough, Plance."

Camus shook his head and said, "Your body is no longer able to complete the race."

They have already lost this game.

If he was destined to leave the field in disgrace, Camus, as the captain, needed to shoulder the responsibility. He didn't want the noise outside the stadium to affect his players.

The other party still has a bright future.

With his top tennis talent, he will surely lead the French team to a comeback in time.

"no no!"

But Xialudalu said excitedly: "I can do it, I can definitely do it. As long as you, the main general, play, we will definitely win! Yes, that's right, we haven't lost yet, we won't lose!!!"

He seemed to be possessed by a demon, and his expression became increasingly agitated.

"enough!"

But Camus interrupted him coldly and turned to look in the direction of the high chair: "Referee, we..."

"referee!"

But no one expected that as soon as Camus opened his mouth, Atobe raised his hand to interrupt him: "I give up this game!"

Wow!
Suddenly.

The stadium, which had been relatively quiet, was suddenly in an uproar.

Everyone who was quietly waiting for the result never expected that such an unexpected change would occur in the competition. For a moment, countless eyes were fixed on the young man with purple-gray hair.

"Contestant Atobe, are you sure?"

The referee on the high chair also frowned.

Because according to the score, Atobe had almost secured victory. Even if Xialudaru forced himself to play, the sixth game would be over within two minutes.

result.

The other party chose to abstain.

This crazy move made the referee subconsciously turn his attention towards the Japanese team and the man with rosacea sitting on the bench.

"Do not worry."

Seeing the other party's strange behavior, Atobe smiled and said: "That gentleman will definitely support my choice."

"Ah."

Hearing this, Mifune also laughed.

Although the other party's behavior was a bit rebellious, it was within his tolerance. Because after winning two games, Mifune knew that they had already won the game.

The only difference is how to win.

Since the opponent chose to give up, Mifune didn't have the time to stop him. Moreover, he also wanted to see what the French captain, who was known as a tennis revolutionary and strategic master, was capable of.

therefore.

After chuckling, he waved his hand indifferently: "Whatever."

"what?"

His words, like a stone that caused a thousand ripples, made the entire stadium echo with disbelief.

Those French fans who had not yet left the stadium were also stunned.

"Win win?!"

The sudden victory caught everyone, including the French team, off guard. Even Camus, who was always calm, showed a look of surprise.

"Asshole!"

Instead, Xialudalu stood up tremblingly and looked at the handsome boy opposite him with anger on his face: "I haven't lost to you yet."

"You're too long-winded."

Atobe shook his head and smiled softly: "Instead of chattering like a nagging woman, why don't you calm down and appreciate how your French team was destroyed."

Done.

He turned and left, leaving Xialudaru standing there unwillingly and helplessly.

"Cough, cough, cough."

At this time, the referee on the high chair coughed twice and said, "Since the Japanese player Atobe gave up, the singles 2 match is won by the French player Plans Ludovic Charudaru!"

Quiet.

As the referee finished speaking, the stadium fell into a certain silence.

"F-Fake match?!"

Someone reacted and said in disbelief.

He had seen match-fixing before, but he had never seen it done this way. In front of so many people, such a blatant match-fixing?
Is that guy from the Japanese team crazy?
"How can it be!"

But the people next to him shook their heads and said, "Obviously, the Japanese team did this on purpose."

"on purpose?"

The people around him still couldn't understand why the victory was handed over. If this wasn't match-fixing, what was it? He even suspected that those guys who opened the odds outside the World Cup were ready to report it to the Tennis Association.

"The Japanese team's goal is simple."

At this time, the man just now spoke again: "It is to defeat the French team head-on and completely."

"You are. Bex?!"

The others suddenly reacted and looked at the young man in the black, yellow and red vertically arranged jacket and said in surprise.

Augusto Becks.

The captain of Belgium, ranked eighth in the world, is a master in the second tier of the World Cup.

"so."

The people next to him thought to themselves, "Is the Japanese team's target Camus?"

This statement came out.

Everyone's eyes were looking at the two tall figures at the edge of the court.

"Next, we will have the singles 1 match."

"Leopold Camus (senior year 3) for the French team versus Shin Ishikawa (junior year 1) for the Japanese team."

"Please prepare both players."

at the same time.

Above the stadium, the French fans who were about to leave but stopped where they were suddenly seemed to sense something and turned their heads to look into the passage.

Tap! !
Soon, they saw many groups of tall teenagers wearing jackets of various colors appearing at the entrances of various passages one after another.

"Is that the captain of the American team, Reinhardt?"

"And the Swiss captain Amadeus!"

"Spanish captain Medanore!"

"Sirpolk is here too, as well as Qp. The entire German team is here?!"

Looking at the strong aura of the leading players of each team, everyone couldn't help but be shocked.

And at the corner.

Including South Africa's main player Galpe, India's main player Sharma, South Korea's main player Lee Seung-bo and others, also appeared one by one.

"They're all here!"

Looking at those figures appearing one after another, Mitsutani, who was serving as the Japanese team's advisor outside the stadium, was shocked.

really.

No one wants to miss this crucial battle that will determine the new big4 roster!
(End of this chapter)