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Chapter 487: The Ultimate Alternative, the Deepest Tennis Passion

Bang!
The crisp sound of hitting the ball sounded.

Outside the court, whether it was the players of both teams in the rest area or the spectators sitting high or low in the stands, their vision was invaded by the white light, making it difficult to see clearly.

boom!
And the next moment.

In the area where Ishikawa was, a dust storm suddenly rose up.

“Such power!!!”

Tezuka, Toyama and others all changed their expressions.

They who had mastered the perfect move knew very well that this move could temporarily elevate their abilities to a certain level, especially the speed and explosiveness of the shot, but they had never hit a shot with such amazing power in the perfect state.

“The mastery of technology in a seamless state is very exquisite.”

Irie narrowed his eyes and said, "Even Toyama-san was able to control the force very well. Apparently, the reason why this ball is so powerful is that it has broken the upper limit of physics."

In other words.

Camus's batting was horrible.

Even though he tried his best to control the strength, the powerful impact still formed a terrifying ball pressure, which instantly rolled up all the dust on the ground.

So powerful.

Even Gui and Duke couldn't help but narrow their eyes.

Bang!
But the next moment.

The crisp sound of hitting the ball sounded.

The dust and smoke in front of Ishikawa was torn apart in an instant. At the same time, a flash of white light flew in front of Camus in an instant.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, Camus's eyes changed slightly.

From the effect point of view, this ball did not cause the terrible smoke screen change like before. But because of this, he was shocked.

"His skills have reached such a level?"

Suppressing his emotions, Camus swung his racket and hit the tennis ball again with a bang.

boom!
In an instant.

To the right side of Ishikawa, a thick cloud of smoke and dust rose again.

"nice shot!"

The French players clenched their fists.

Moro said coldly: "Now let me see how you respond. Hmm?"

however.

He didn't finish his sentence.

Then Ishikawa's figure appeared at the bottom line, and his image gradually became blurred, and finally disappeared completely.

“Afterimage?!”

George exclaimed.

He didn't even notice when the other party made the move. This terrifying speed was simply terrifying.

Bang!
Subsequently.

Camus's ball was counterattacked back.

And the ball landed precisely on the baseline.

"This guy is so strong!"

Delacroix, who was usually taciturn, showed a trace of awe on his face.

In such a fierce duel, the opponent was able to hit the tennis ball accurately on the baseline, which shows his high skills and courage.

and.

There is no gap without comparison.

Compared to Ishikawa's "radical and bold", Camus's shot was loud but not as precise, which makes people wonder what caused it.

Although the players of the French team also realized it, no one thought about it. Or rather, no one wanted to think about it.

boom!
Bang!
boom!
Bang!
The fierce fighting continues.

The two players refused to give in to each other in this ball match, and the game lasted from 1 minute to 3 minutes, 5 minutes, and now 10 minutes.

boom!
Camus returned the ball and landed.

A strong storm followed, and its momentum was even louder than before.

"Ok?"

but.

The masters from various countries on the platform all looked surprised.

"Have you reached your limit?"

Polk spoke, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

"W-what do you mean?"

Seyfried looked puzzled.

In his opinion, this was clearly a sign that Camus was no longer hiding his strength and was ready to unleash even greater abilities.

"This duel requires observation from the details."

Qp on the side shook his head and said: "On the surface, Camus's hitting power has indeed improved a lot. However, this is not without cost."

"cost?"

Frankensteiner narrowed his eyes and observed the court carefully. Then he seemed to see something and said in surprise: "I understand!"

"Understand what?!"

Seyfried was still confused.

But he was unwilling to fall behind others, especially Frankensteiner, who was his competitor in the team.

Immediately.

He began to observe carefully.

Bang!
At this moment, Ishikawa's counterattack landed accurately at the baseline.

"hiss!"

Seeing the white mark that was completely pressed on the bottom line, Seyfried subconsciously took a breath of cold air: "So precise. Wait!!"

Swish!
As if he had thought of something, his eyes suddenly widened and he stared at the point where Camus's counterattack landed.

boom!
After Ishikawa's counterattack tore the smoke screen apart, the point where the tennis ball landed at the baseline of the court was clearly displayed. It was about 5 centimeters away from the baseline.

For many people, this shot is already very strong.

But this is the World Cup, and the one who scored this goal was Leopold Camus, one of the big four and the captain of the French team!
not to mention.

Camus' opponents still accurately control the landing point of the tennis ball on the baseline.

Comparing the two, it is clear which one is better.

“It’s not that Camus’s skills are poor.”

On the other side, the captain of the Swiss team, Amadeus, shook his head and said, "It's just that guy is too strong!"

Known as the most skilled player in this World Cup, he still feels a lot of pressure when he thinks back to his last match. In that match, the opponent gave him the same feeling as the top professional players.

"But."

Next to him, Tasta, whose strength was no less than Amadeus', asked in confusion: "If that's the case, why doesn't that guy take it seriously and completely suppress Camus?"

“He’s very confident.”

On the American team side, Reinhardt, who also lost to Ishikawa, said solemnly: "It's like a hunter's evaluation of his prey before hunting. This person is making a comprehensive assessment of Camus."

"Hunter. Prey"

Hopkins and others were extremely shocked.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that the captain of the French team had fallen to the point of becoming a prey?

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
on the field.

The two people, bathed in white light particles, moved back and forth at the baseline. As time passed, the duel between the two sides remained within a certain range.

"This guy"

Camus hit the tennis ball again and his eyes sank.

The two of them played for 15 minutes to decide the outcome of this goal, but even so, he still had no confidence in getting the points.

and.

Even he was not able to keep such high-quality return shots all the time, but the opponent's terrifying and accurate shots made Camus dare not slack off.

At this moment, even someone as calm as Camus couldn't help but wonder, 'Is this guy a robot?'

The batting level never drops.

Awesome stamina without any signs of fatigue.

He couldn't think of a better description than machine, but he knew that was impossible.

"senior."

At this moment, Ishikawa on the opposite side suddenly laughed and said, "You are too careless."

Bang!
The words fell.

A hint of pale yellow light suddenly appeared beside Camus without any warning.

"0-15!"

"Well!"

Compared to the shock of others, Camus was even more frightened.

"How can it be!"

He was distracted for just a moment, but was caught by the other party? What a terrible observation ability!

Moreover, if Camus saw it correctly, the opponent's attack speed was obviously faster than before. Moreover, the landing point still maintained that terrifying accuracy.

"so."

Camus looked at his opponent again, with a strong fear in his eyes: "He hasn't used his true strength yet, what am I thinking!"

He smiled bitterly in his mind.

Ishikawa's top abilities such as light hitting and the true meaning of kendo have not been displayed until now.

"really."

Camus sighed softly: "When facing this person, you can't have any illusions."

Thinking of this, he took out a tennis ball and started hitting it gently.

In the stands, representatives from various countries were watching his every move. They all wanted to know what kind of changes the French captain would make.

hum!
but.

What was unexpected was that Camus once again stimulated the dazzling white light from before.

"The light of reserve?"

Qp was very surprised: "This move is meaningless to that person. His aura is so strong that it cannot be taken away by external forces."

Regardless of the fact that Ishikawa has also mastered this ability, in terms of personal spiritual will, the special halo effect brought by the Light of Reserved/Perfect Fit is completely meaningless to Ishikawa.

If he could not impose effective restrictions, Camus would have no chance of changing the situation.

"No!"

But at this time, Polk next to him shook his head and said, "Look carefully, this is not an ordinary light."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Becker, Bismarck and others all looked down.

"That is."

Qp, who had reacted, squinted his eyes and looked at Camus carefully, and said in surprise: "You can truly feel the joy of tennis. The glory of love?"

Above the light of restraint, there are three mysteries.

That is, the [glory of love] that comes from sincerely experiencing the joy of tennis, the [glory of loneliness] that realizes the origin of strength and understands its short-lived limit; and the [glory of fortitude] that is awakened after fully understanding one's own strength and weakness!
Mastering any one of these three mysteries will allow you to reach the professional level.

Obviously.

It was with this move that Camus entered the professional field.

Bang!
At this time.

The crisp sound of hitting the ball sounded.

And everyone in the stands, including the players from both teams, widened their eyes: "Wait, the tennis ball is gone?!"

All you hear is the sound of the ball hitting the ground, but no trace of the tennis ball.

At this moment, they even thought that Camus did not serve the ball, and the sound of the ball hitting the ball just now was just an hallucination.

Bang!
But the next moment.

Another crisp sound of hitting the ball was heard.

A sharp white light burst out, then it streaked across the sky above the court and appeared in front of Camus.

“It’s really started?!”

Everyone's hearts were shaking.

Camus's eyes turned serious.

"Sure enough, I was seen through."

He had done research before the game, and Ishikawa's insight was terrifying. From the exhibition match to the quarterfinals, there was no trick he couldn't crack.

"call!"

Take a deep breath.

Camus increased his concentration and devoted himself to the game. He knew very well that facing such a strong enemy, any fluke would be fatal.

Only by trying your best and fighting with full concentration can you have a chance of winning.

Bang!
boom!
Bang!
boom!
The second ball duel is in progress.

Camus, who released the [Radiance of Love], was much stronger. His attack was more fierce, and the trajectory of the tennis ball was unpredictable and difficult to find.

If it were a duel with other people, Camus would probably win the game with overwhelming momentum.

but.

The more he fought, the more terrifying he felt. As time went on, not only did he not score any points, but he felt like he was stuck in a quagmire.

"senior!"

On the opposite side, Ishikawa, who was also shining with a flawless light, smiled and said, "I told you, don't be distracted during the game."

boom!
Immediately.

The light of his heavenly robe shone without reservation, and a strong and fierce aura surged out. The tennis ball he hit suddenly hit Camus in front of him like a cannonball.

"This ball has this kind of light?"

Feeling the majestic momentum coming from the tennis ball, Camus was shocked: "Giant, fortitude?!"

boom!
In an instant.

The terrifying ball pressure condensed into a point, creating a shallow pit on the ground, and before Camus could react, it passed between his legs.

"0-30!"

Quiet.

The huge stadium suddenly fell into extreme silence.

"Commander!"

"Leopold!"

The faces of the French team players changed drastically.

At the moment when Ishikawa hit the ball back, a strong cloud of dust swept over, covering Camus' entire body. The fall of this ball squeezed their previous shock and fear to the extreme, and they all cried out in surprise.

After a while.

The smoke cleared, revealing a stiff-limbed blond figure.

"call"

Seeing that Camus was not injured, the French team members breathed a sigh of relief. But then, their faces turned ugly again.

"How, how could this happen?"

George, the staff officer, was stunned at this moment. Even though he had estimated the worst situation before the game, he couldn't believe that the situation would be so bad.

Camus, who used the [Glory of Love], still didn't get even 1 point.

"The glory of fortitude?"

Bart, Moro and others had serious expressions on their faces.

Even though they were at the same level, the other party still suppressed Camus. This meant that the other party's basic strength was even higher than their main general.

of course.

Some people also analyzed Ishikawa's words when he was hitting the ball and thought that Camus was careless. If he had played seriously, he might have won.

but.

Such thoughts were ruthlessly crushed by facts in the following game.

Bang!
"Game!"

"Japanese team, 1-0!"

Bang!
"Game!"

"Japanese team, 2-0!"

Bang!
"Game!"

"Japanese team, 3-0!"

In the blink of an eye, Ishikawa won three games in a row.

Camus became more and more frightened as the fight went on, and his own light continued to dim during the duel.

"too strong."

After exchanging positions, Camus looked at his opponent with deep eyes.

Strength, speed, skills. The opponent had no weaknesses. What was even more troubling to him was the opponent's terrible insight. If he was distracted for a moment, his defense would be penetrated.

Although he was not in danger judging by the score, Camus knew that this was the crucial moment to decide the outcome of the game.

"Ugh"

With a light sigh, he gently touched the racket in his hand, his fingertips sliding lightly over the strings, carefully feeling the elasticity. He seemed to be able to deeply experience every strong impact that the racket had encountered in the past three games.

“I didn’t expect it to come to this.”

Under the surprised gaze of others, Camus looked at the racket affectionately and said slowly: "Dear, let us become one again!"

What?
Hear the words.

The audience around showed surprised expressions.

Integrated with the racket?
Does the captain of the French team really know what he is talking about?

boom!
But that's it.

When Camus held the racket again, a terrifying aura burst out from him that was stronger and hotter than the perfect and glorious love.

"Come on, Ishikawa!"

"Feel the ultimate tennis of Leopold Camus!"

now.

The French captain's aura was beyond the ordinary professional level and reached another new and shocking level.

The ultimate tennis with the deepest passion!
(End of this chapter)