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

Chapter 486: Perfect vs. Perfect
The gazes of the captains of each country changed with the movements of the two people on the court.

"Qp, Amadeus, Reinhardt, now it's Camus' turn."

The powerful Frio Roman, the vice-captain of the Spanish team, spoke up: "Does this guy intend to beat all the top high school players?"

Hear the words.

Medanore and Mars beside them both had a flash of light in their eyes.

"Yes."

Mars, who is prettier than any other girl, said with emotion: "Before this, who would have thought that a 12-year-old kid could attract so much attention."

"Shin Ishikawa"

Medanore narrowed his eyes.

According to the information he knew, the opponent also defeated his teammate, Ryuga Echizen, who had unfathomable strength.

Before this, Medanore felt that Long Ya was very strong, which made him very afraid. When they met again, he could no longer see through the other party's strength.

Moreover, whenever his eyes met Long Ya's, he always had an indescribable sense of danger, as if the person next to him was not a human, but a terrifying man-eating beast.

unimaginable.

Just how strong is this young man who defeated Long Ya head-on?

Actually.

Medanore came here for the other party. Although he had intelligence and videos, in his opinion, nothing could compare to seeing it with his own eyes and feeling it on the spot.

"If I'm not mistaken, these people must have similar ideas, right?"

The mind changes.

Medanore's eyes swept across the court quickly, taking in Reinhardt, Amadeus, Tasta, and the last one, the man who now had one foot on the top of world tennis.

"Jurgen Barisavich Polk!"

Two years ago, the other player was much less famous than him. But in the two years when he suffered a serious injury, this rookie of the German team has grown to such an amazing level.

You know, even at home in Germany, the opponent was able to defeat the world's number one Novak Brynner in the open tournament, which is already a legendary figure for a high school student.

If.

If there is anyone among the high school students who can stop the Japanese boy, in Medanore's opinion, it is only Polk and him.

That's right.

Medanore did not think that the French team's main player, Leopold Camus, who was as famous as him in the outside world, could beat this junior high school student.

"Hello, Ishikawa-kun."

In front of the net.

The handsome young man wearing a blue, white and red jacket and with long blond hair in braids that fell to his chest spoke with a smile.

"Hello."

Ishikawa nodded slightly.

As for Camus, he had studied him while searching for information. If Polk represented the strongest combat power among high school students and Amadeus represented the strongest technology, then Camus represented the strongest tactical master.

Compared with his strength and skills, he is more famous for his understanding of tennis, which is quite forward-looking in the entire tennis world.

Therefore.

He is also known as a person who may change the tennis world in the future.

In terms of personal character and charm, Camus in the original work is also very admirable. When the French team was at an absolute disadvantage and could be eliminated at any time, he decisively stopped Doron.

The reason is very simple, he just doesn't want to ruin the tennis career of his descendants.

To know.

If Camus played, with his strength, he would have been very likely to defeat Duke and help the French team advance to the semi-finals. As the captain of the French team, Camus made such a decision, which shows the huge pressure he was under.

"You are strong."

Camus fixed his eyes on Ishikawa and said in a deep voice, "In a sense, you are the player I am least confident of defeating in this World Cup."

"Oh?"

Ishikawa raised his brows slightly when he heard that, and then he reacted.

For Camus, he is different from Polk, Amadeus and others. Although he is strong, he has been promoted to a professional player and has played too many games. But although Ishikawa has also played a lot of games, his record is too exaggerated and his strength is unfathomable.

In contrast.

Ishikawa is indeed a more difficult existence

“But I’m going to give it my all.”

Camus gently stroked the racket in his hand. When he touched the handle, it was as gentle as if he was holding his lover's wrist, and his eyes were full of love.

"Forehead?"

Seeing this, the eyes of Shishido, Tachibana and others outside the court changed involuntarily.

"I feel like this guy has some problem with the racket."

"Strange, huh?"

Mitsuya nodded and said, "This is normal. In fact, Camus regarded the racket as his lover. Rumor has it that he once traveled around Europe with this racket not long ago."

"On a honeymoon?!"

Shishido couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth twice.

"It's not impossible."

Qian pushed his glasses and said meaningfully, "The West has become much more open in the past two years. The diverse culture has given many people more possibilities for marriage."

"W-what do you mean?"

Yuanshan was confused.

Others like Fuji, Oshitari and others also showed puzzled expressions.

"Cough cough."

Mitsuya coughed twice, shook his head helplessly and said, "In human terms, you can freely choose your own gender."

Kaji raised his eyebrows slightly: "For example?"

Mitsuya smiled bitterly: "For example, plastic bags from Wal-Mart and helicopter gunships."

"what?!"

Everyone was stunned.

Then, he looked at Camus on the court with a very strange look.

“These Westerners”

Even Tezuka's mouth twitched twice and he shook his head and said, "It's indeed too open!"

"You are wrong."

At this moment, Duke said, "Camus did not treat his gender as a tennis racket. He just had a different feeling for his racket. That's all."

"Are you devoted to the racket?"

Tanejima, Irie and the others looked at the blond young man on the court with interest. The latter smiled and said, "What an interesting person. I just don't know what his tennis skills will be."

Not only them, but also Polk, Medanore and others in the stands were very interested in Camus's tennis.

And the other side.

Everyone on the French team stared at Ishikawa.

Two wins and two losses.

This singles match will determine the final result of the quarter-finals. Although they are confident in Camus's strength, Ishikawa, who has defeated many masters along the way and has unfathomable strength, is also very feared.

"Master, he should be able to win, right?"

Moro spoke.

He has always been free and easy-going and likes to show off and act funny, but at this moment his attitude has become unusually serious.

"Well."

however.

But no one responded to him.

Even Xialudalu, who was always extremely proud, showed a strong fear in his eyes.

He thought about yesterday, how he was frightened by just a glance. If Duke hadn't appeared, he would have definitely fallen down.

"Take a good look."

Barthes was more calm: "Leopold will certainly not let us down."

“I’m looking forward to this game.”

On the court, Ishikawa smiled and said, "I think, senior, you will definitely not let me down, right?" "Of course!"

Camus spoke confidently.

Now that he has come this far, no matter how the previous games go, all he has to do is defeat the boy in front of him and lead the French team to the semi-finals.

immediately.

The two players guess who will serve.

After a while, both teams retreated to the baseline. Then the referee's voice rang out: "The game begins. Camus of the French team serves. The game ends!"

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
The words fell.

The originally noisy court became quiet, and everyone's eyes were turned to the blond young man who was gently hitting the tennis ball.

"Then please watch my serve!"

call!
Camus grabbed the tennis ball and threw it high up. He then stood on tiptoe, stretched his upper body, swung the racket at the tennis ball in mid-air, turned the racket slightly, and hit the tennis ball at an angle.

Bang!
The crisp sound stirred.

Under the gaze of everyone, the tennis ball turned into a flash of red light and flashed by.

The light is scorching.

The air flow is hot.

Many people who were close to it suddenly felt an uncontrollable restlessness in their hearts.

"What exactly is this serve?"

The Japanese team was moved.

Even Tezuka, who usually has a calm personality, felt his heartbeat speed up uncontrollably the moment he saw the serve.

"Is this the first move you make?"

Duke's narrowed eyes slowly opened, revealing a rather solemn expression: "Through the rotation and gloss changes of the serve, it stirs up the inner emotions of others - the kiss of Eros!"

Bang!
but.

What responded to everyone was the crisp sound of a ball hitting the ground.

"Being beaten back?!"

The French players were shocked.

Especially those high school students, they didn’t expect that Camus, who used his special moves at the beginning, couldn’t score directly.

"That's the [Kiss of Eros]!"

Bart's pupils couldn't stop trembling.

No one knew better than him how terrible this serve was. In the six years from junior high school to high school, although his strength continued to improve, he was still unable to crack this move.

In Camus' words, as long as there are emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in our hearts, it is impossible not to be affected.

"Could it be that"

As if he thought of something, his face changed and his eyes turned sharply to Ishikawa who had just received the serve: "He is a person without emotions?"

Be ruthless and you will not be disturbed.

Only in this way can the opponent ignore the influence of [Eros' Kiss].

"No, that's not right!"

But Bart immediately dismissed this thought, because he saw clearly that the other person had a smile on his face.

"It's not that he has no emotions, but..."

"But have you reached a state where you can control your emotions as you please?"

Thinking of this, Camus on the court had a gleam of light in his eyes.

hard to imagine.

The other party, who is not even 13 years old, has reached such a state of mind. Normally, a teenager of this age should be full of vigor and ambition.

However, the opponent who has defeated various masters in succession has never shown the slightest bit of pride and complacency.

Bang!
At this time.

Camus received the tennis ball hit back by Ishikawa and was slightly shocked: "He is so calm. Under such circumstances, he even cracked the special spin I hit!"

At this moment, he could clearly feel that there was only the rotation of the opponent's ball, which showed how calm and composed the opponent was when hitting the ball.

"In that case."

Think of this.

Camus turned the racket, exerted force with his wrist, and hit the tennis ball out.

Snapped!
The ball landed extremely accurately on the baseline.

Bang!
But Ishikawa's counterattack was also very strong, pressing directly on the center of the bottom edge intersection.

"hiss"

For a moment, many French players were shocked. Facing such a fierce attack from their leader, the opponent did not lose the upper hand at all, and even showed signs of counterattacking.

Bang!
boom!
Bang!
boom!
As time went by, the confrontation between the two became more intense.

The speed of the ball was getting faster and faster, and the rotation was getting stronger and stronger. It was just a casual swing, but it made the self-proclaimed extraordinary players around him feel terrified.

Gradually.

Due to the increased speed of the duel between the two, they could hardly see the trajectory of the tennis ball. The sound of the ball hitting their ears was as intense as firecrackers.

"Gudu."

The Belgian captain Becks, who was wearing a black, yellow and red jacket and appeared extremely calm and confident before the game, swallowed subconsciously at this moment.

"Are you kidding me?"

He considered himself a second-tier expert, but he even had trouble keeping up with the movements of the other two.

"Are these two guys going all out right from the start?"

Thinking of Camus's ultimate move, [Kiss of Eros], Bex suddenly felt relieved.

"Right, that is it."

He consoled himself: "The outcome of this match is related to the place in the semi-finals. No matter whether it is the French team or the Japanese team, they will definitely not hold back. If it were me, I would definitely take the initiative!"

As he was thinking this, he suddenly saw that when Camus hit back, the tennis ball disappeared without any warning.

"hiss!"

Bex took a breath subconsciously.

"A good shot."

But at this moment, Ishikawa suddenly appeared at the baseline, appearing in front of the tennis ball without any warning: "But senior, the warm-up is almost over now. What do you think?"

Bang!
The words fell.

The tennis ball was hit back by him.

"Hot, warm up?!"

Outside the stadium, people like Becks were stunned for a moment and looked at each other in surprise.

What a joke!
A duel of that level just now was just a warm-up?!

"Ah."

however.

Camus' response made them open their eyes wide again.

"really."

The other party raised his racket slowly, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes: "It's almost time to start the real showdown!"

hum!
The words fell.

With his body as the center, an extremely strong white light suddenly burst out.

"This is... Perfect (The Light of Reservedness)?!"

Off the field.

Except for the French team, everyone was shocked. They were either surprised by Camus's move or shocked by the ability displayed by the opponent.

But without exception, everyone looked at Camus with awe.

hum!
Just when everyone was curious about how Ishikawa would return the ball, a dazzling white light suddenly burst out from the opponent's body.

Surprisingly, it is flawless!

All of a sudden.

Two rays of light, like two suns rising in the sky, bloomed simultaneously on the court!
(End of this chapter)