Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Click!

Then, a crisp sound came out.

The racket flew out intact.And Kuzonev himself let out a scream, and the whole person flew out like a broken kite.

Boom!

The mountain-like body slammed heavily on the wall.The sturdy wall actually produced cracks as thick as fingers.

boom!

On the court, the out-of-control tennis ball hit the ground directly.In an instant, the ground slumped in, forming a huge pothole that was large enough to lie down on Kuzonev's huge body.

"15-0!"

The referee's unhurried voice sounded. He, who specializes in adjudicating world-class competitions, seems to be used to this level of competition.However, when he saw Byodoin, his eyes couldn't help but tremble.

Oriental face!

For a long time, he never saw an Eastern player who hit a ball with such power on the course of Roland Garros.

"Byodoin Phoenix..."

He nodded secretly, this person seems to be the second year of high school.Perhaps, after this year's World Cup, this man is eligible to join the top [-] that has been occupied by the West for eight full years.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

After a long time, the smoke dissipated, revealing the terrifying gap.And Kuzonev, whose body was almost embedded in the wall, coughed a few times. Obviously, he received a lot of shock just now.

"Damn, damn it!"

Kuzonev was furious. His dignified high school student ranked [-]th in the world, was beaten by his opponent ten places below him with a powerful shot.

This is a great humiliation, a serious humiliation added to him, to the national flag in front of him.

Blood debt must be paid with blood!

His eyes stared like copper bells, and the suffocating energy on his body made the face of the boy who was picking up the ball turn pale.

"hiss!"

However, just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly gasped.His face instantly turned paler than that of the young man, and his entire face was so distorted that he dared not look at him.

broken!

There was a trace of cold air between his teeth, and his whole mind went blank.

His arm, which is stronger than steel, was interrupted by the opponent's shot during the collision just now...

"what happened?"

The referee narrowed his eyes as he stared at Kuzonev.At the moment just now, he heard a crisp sound. He thought it was the racket that broke, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"No, it's fine..."

Kuzonev resisted the pain and stood up, but sweat dripped from his forehead like he didn't want money, dripping continuously on the ground.

But he still gritted his teeth and said, "It doesn't matter the referee, my body...it's fine!"

"and many more!"

But outside the stadium, there was a cold and heavy voice.However, when he saw the direction of the Russian team, a bearded middle-aged Russian man stood up. He squinted and said, "Kuzonev, there is no need to force it."

Instead, he looked at the referee again and said, "We abstained in this game."

Abstain?

Hearing this, the Russian fans in the stands showed disbelief.

This is just the beginning, just the first ball, right?

That Russian proud, Confucian and powerful man, just abstained?

"Feel sorry."

At this moment, the voice of Byodoin sounded.

He took out his ears and said with a smile: "I thought of something just now, so I didn't control my strength."

Whoa!

Suddenly, there was a burst of boos in the stadium.

Those Russian fans all rolled up their sleeves, leaned forward, and stepped on the seats of the people on the wall.Looking at it like that, it seems that it is going to kill Byodoin.

"Oh My God."

In the stands, the freckled Henry said with a smile: "Amadis, your old friend seems to have angered those Russians."

The price of offending a fighting nation, England's football fans, has proved it with blood.

"hey-hey."

Albert next to him also smiled strangely: "That guy, will you be scared to pee your pants?"

"Will not."

Amadis shook his head, his eyes fell on the calm-faced Byodoin: "He doesn't know what it means to be afraid at all."