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Chapter 490: Changes in the German Team
The day.

All four quarter-finals have concluded.

Except for the French team being defeated by the Japanese team, the rest of the teams that advanced were all the original big four lineups.

This also indirectly proves the value of the rankings over the years. In fact, if the French team had not met the Japanese team, with their strong lineup and Camus's terrifying strength with one foot in the ultimate field, the French team would still be an unshakable existence.

pity.

This year's World Cup is destined not to be peaceful.

In addition to the champion German team that wants to achieve an unprecedented ten consecutive championships, and the Spanish team that is rumored to have won the legendary samurai Nanjiro, there is also the Japanese team that is hailed as a super dark horse.

The final two rounds of competition will definitely be the most intense and exciting!
"Ahhh~ Let's go!"

After the game was over, Mifune yawned and led everyone away from the competition venue.

Compared to the excitement of others, the head coach of the Japanese team seemed very calm, as if he had expected this result.

On the way back, everyone was very excited.

But the masters led by Ishikawa, Byodoin and Oni also seemed very calm.

For them, beating France was not a cause for celebration. Given the French team's roster, it was just dessert before dinner.

After advancing to the semi-finals, the real test will begin.

Because their next opponent is the strongest team of the year, the No. 1 seed, the champion Germany. Although the Japanese team defeated the German team in the exhibition match, the strongest high school professional player has not yet appeared. For the Japanese team, the German team is still the most threatening team.

but.

Because Ishikawa was there, and because Byodoin had rested for the match against Oni, no one was really that worried about tomorrow's match.

the other side.

After defeating their opponents, the other three teams that advanced to the semi-finals also returned to their hotels.

Murphy's Hotel, East Melbourne.

This is the hotel where the German team is staying. Like other top hotels, it is also equipped with a dedicated training venue. It also specially receives professional players who come to Melbourne for competitions.

The third floor of the hotel was specially transformed into a top-notch tennis training venue, equipped with all kinds of training equipment, and even equipped with professional referees and caddies.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
at this time.

at dusk.

The court inside the hotel was in its prime, filled with players coming in to warm up.

Because of the German team, most of the people here were actually here to watch the game. However, before advancing to the semi-finals, the head coach of the German team had never conducted a large-scale collective training.

Even when training, we would find a closed place specifically.

only.

Because tomorrow is the semi-final against the Japanese team, the head coach decided not to go far and conducted special training to keep the players' bodies hot.

Bang!
now.

In a crowded stadium, a tall figure hit an extremely fierce shot.

"So fast!"

"As expected of Bismarck, this ball hits the opponent's blind spot!"

"It's rumored that he has reached a level close to professional level. Now it seems to be true!"

Seeing this amazing straight-line blow, everyone couldn't help but praise it.

“It was a really good shot.”

But this time.

On the other side of the court, the young man with an equally tall figure smiled slightly: "Although you usually hide it very well, but your ambition finally can't be restrained, right, Michael!"

immediately.

The young man turned sideways and, under the surprised gaze of everyone, swung the racket in the opposite direction of the tennis ball.

"Um?!"

But Bismarck on the opposite side seemed to have noticed something, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"You were actually seen through?"

Swish!
next moment.

The tennis ball suddenly changed direction, and then, in front of everyone's shocked gazes, it hit the young man's racket squarely.

Bang.

A faint yellow light bloomed beside Bismarck.

"competition is over."

On a high chair at the edge of the court, the referee nodded and said, "Rudolf Becker wins, 6-4!"

"Great!"

"As expected of Becker!"

"It seems that there is still a big gap between ordinary professional players and real professionals like Becker!"

Others began to discuss in low voices.

The victorious Becker walked forward with a smile, grabbed Bismarck's hand and said with a smile: "Sorry, it seems that my luck is better than yours."

"This is not luck."

Bismarck shook his head and said, "In the first eight games, you were obviously observing my strength. It was only in the last two games that you played seriously."

"But there is one thing I am curious about."

Bismarck narrowed his eyes and said, "I never hit a changeup in the first nine innings. How did you figure out my pitch for the last ball?"

This is where the doubts in his mind lie.

Recently, Bismarck has been working hard to strengthen his training and make his style more varied. For this reason, he has never used this top-level changeup ball.

Today was his first time to play a change of direction in the past year, and it was a top trick he had worked hard to develop.

As a result, his opponent saw through his plan at a glance.

This made Bismarck very confused, and at the same time he was secretly shocked by Becker's strength.

If he remembered correctly, in the exhibition match not long ago, the opponent lost to the high school student from the Japanese team. In that match, with Becker's pride, he must have gone all out.

Has the opponent's strength improved so much in just a few days?
"Maybe my observation skills have become more acute."

Becker smiled and said, “Although I lost that game, it also helped me improve my skills and insight.”

"Is that so?"

Bismarck sighed and nodded, "In that case, I'll leave tomorrow's game to you."

Actually.

What others don’t know is that this training match also has another purpose, which is for the German team’s head coach to conduct an overall strength assessment of his players before the game.

The outcome of the game will largely determine the starting roster for tomorrow's match against Japan.

Bismarck lost this battle.

With the high school roster seriously overstuffed, he basically has no hope of playing tomorrow.

"Michael, you are indeed very good."

When the two left the court, Becker looked at him meaningfully and said, "But unfortunately, you and I are no longer on the same level. After that game, I was dominated by anger and unexpectedly mastered some top-level secrets!"

He didn't take this game seriously at all.

Because for Becker, this was just a test of his own strength, and it proved that he was too strong. He even regretted that he should have asked Qp to be the test subject.

Bang!
boom!
Bang!
boom!
the other side.

In a stadium with fewer spectators, a blond boy was fighting fiercely with his opponent.

"Elmer."

At this moment, his opponent, the fierce-looking, flat-headed boy grinned, and his eyes, which emitted a dangerous red light, flashed with a sharp luster.

"You are still as reckless as before, and you haven't corrected that weakness yet!"

boom!
The words fell.

Frankensteiner, known as the [Tennis Robot], made a decisive move and hit the ball directly to Seyfried's backhand. "Really?"

however.

The blond boy, whose movements were blocked, suddenly laughed: "Why can't this be a blind spot I deliberately showed you?"

Bang!
The words fell.

The boy swung the racket in his hand at an astonishing speed. With the crisp sound of the ball hitting the ball, a flash of white light suddenly appeared behind Frankensteiner without warning.

"Game!"

"Seyfried, 6-5!"

After scoring this crucial point, Seyfried attacked decisively and completely defeated Frankensteiner under his shocked gaze.

"competition is over."

"Elmer Seyfried wins, 7-5!"

Pfft!
Under the shocked gazes of others, the [Tennis Robot], which ranked first among the German junior high school students, fell to the ground helplessly as if all its strength had been drained.

"How, how is it possible?"

Frankensteiner trembled.

Others might think that this was his reaction of not wanting to lose to his opponent. But what really shocked him, or frightened him, was the terrifying pressure he felt from Seyfried at the end.

"This guy actually realized that ability?!"

at the same time.

Other competitions are also underway.

However, the most popular match was not between Becker and Bismarck. In the other match, the crowd of spectators completely surrounded the stadium.

Because the two players in the game were Polk and Qp, who were ranked first and second on the German team.

now.

The situation is different from what most people think.

Qp, who was able to surpass Becker and was even called the most outstanding work of the German tennis school, didn't even get a single point at this time.

"Is this the strength of the world's number one high school student?"

The people watching the game just felt their scalps tingling.

Polk is too strong.

Under his terrible pressure, Qp was completely suppressed, and after playing for 30 minutes, he didn't even get a single point. He was so exhausted that he was out of breath.

"ended."

Polk said lightly.

For him now, there is no one in the team who is really worth his effort. Even in the entire World Cup, there are only a few people.

boom!
Immediately.

He hit a mediocre shot, but in the eyes of a true master, it was a terrifying straight line ball like a comet or meteorite streaking through the night sky.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Sweat continued to drip down Qp's face, and shock and fear filled his delicate and handsome face.

but.

When the trace of the tennis ball was reflected in the depths of his pupils, all the fear and shock on Qp's face disappeared, replaced by an unwavering determination.

"My tennis will never stop here!"

boom!
next moment.

Qp roared without caring about his elegant image, swung his racket with all his strength, and hit the tennis ball hard.

call out!
Immediately.

A sharp white light suddenly appeared.

The silver arc of light infected everyone's vision, blinding them for a moment. Even Polk's movements became sluggish at this moment.

So much so that he didn't even catch the ball.

Bang!
The tennis ball hits the ground.

After stirring up a strong dust storm, it was ejected.

"15-40!"

After recovering from the shock, the referee quickly spoke.

"and many more!!"

But at this moment, the linesman wearing sunglasses under the high chair raised his hand and said, "The ball is out of bounds!"

Out of bounds?

The referee was stunned.

When he looked carefully and saw the white dot behind Polk, which was obviously outside the baseline, he immediately reacted.

"No, sorry."

Then, he quickly corrected the score and said, "The game is over, Jurgen Barisavich Polk won, the score is 6-0!"

Out of bounds?!

Only then did the others react.

Then, everyone looked at Polk again, with obvious admiration in their eyes. It turned out that the other party took action because they saw that the ball was out of bounds.

"The insight of the world's number one high school student is simply terrifying!"

"That's not true. Polk defeated that top talent Novak Brynner in a professional competition!"

"It seems that Polk's ranking in the professional tennis world may rise to the top five or even top three next year!"

Everyone started talking.

Polk didn't feel the slightest bit of emotion at the flattery of these people. Instead, he looked at Qp opposite him with a serious and sharp gaze.

really.

He saw a long-lost smile on the man's face.

"Did you make it?"

Polk nodded slightly.

It turned out that Qp took the initiative to request this match. As his teacher, German team head coach Can Reiteru finally decided to arrange it after discussing it with Polk.

As it turned out, Qp was successful.

Under Polk's terrible pressure, he not only broke free from the opponent's terrifying trick, but also turned all his previous accumulation into motivation and took that extremely difficult step forward.

After this game, this young man who is known for his perfect qualities may have to change his name.

"Let's go."

At this time, a middle-aged man in a gray suit appeared. After nodding to Polk, he waved to Qp with a smile and said, "You need to rest now and recover as much energy as possible."

"Ah."

Qp nodded.

Although he has taken that crucial step, the consumption of physical energy is also a very serious problem. After all, he has to play at least two games tomorrow. If he encounters a difficult character, the consumption of physical energy will become his fatal problem.

This was also what Retru was struggling with before the game.

But it turned out that his bet was right. Qp successfully evolved and the overall strength of the German team was greatly improved. Their chances of winning tomorrow's game were already over 80%!

As for Polk, it wasn't that Retrou didn't care about him, but there was no need. After all, even a world-class marathon runner didn't have the terrifying physical fitness of Polk.

In tomorrow's match, let alone three sets, even if Polk plays five sets, he probably won't even take a breath.

"Another way to the Ultimate Realm?"

Looking at the two people's backs as they left, a rare gleam of brilliance flashed in Polk's cold and serious eyes.

(End of this chapter)