The Strongest Player in Sports

"Penetrating baptism?""

Before Zongshen could react, he saw the ball rushing straight forward.

Shoo!

The speed of the tennis ball is reaching its limit, so it rushes straight forward, like a bullet bursting out of the gun.

The ultimate power penetrated the court instantly.

The impact was terrible, and the air wave was directly split by the ball in a way that was visible to the naked eye.

Then it hurried around like a hurricane.

Stabbed!

The smoke and dust rolled, and then it was cut open again, as if someone was swinging a long sword on the field, and there were sword marks.

"Appeared, Polk's penetrating baptism!"

"Only one who has experienced the baptism of a professional player can one understand the stunt!!

"Any racquet can never catch this ball!"

"Won!

The people of the de national team cheered upon seeing this scene.

Even Schneider, who had been watching, closed his "two-nine-three" eyes again, feeling that this one-ball battle was over.

"But Zongshen is already strong enough to force Polk to use this trick!"

Q-P has a serious face.

Polk is strong, and few people can let him use this trick.

Even if it is used, he actively uses it.

But this time it was driven to a dead end by Zongshen, and had to use this stunt to fight back.

He seldom sees Polk that can push Polk to this point.

monument!

During the conversation, the tennis ball has rushed to Zongshen.

There are only two roads before Zongshen.

One is to give up the fight back and choose to fail.

The other is to hit the ball back!

"drink!"

For this choice, Zongshen waved racquet without even thinking about it.

Boom!

But when racquet caught the Let's ball, Zongshen's pupils shrank into needles.

strength!

Unparalleled power!

It was like a big truck hit him head-on.

Step on!

Under this terrible impact, Zongshen's footsteps retreated again and again.

Even if Zongshen wanted to stop forcibly, he couldn't do it.

The tennis ball constantly hits the racquet in a spiral manner, unexpectedly breaking the string of Zongshen racquet.

Seeing the tennis ball is about to penetrate.

"How can it be?"

Yamato looked at Zongshen who had been knocked back again and again, and his eyes flashed with shock.

He knows Zongshen's power very well.

Even if you just hit the ball in the duel, you won't be knocked back like this.

Even the body can't be stabilized.

"What a terrible shock!"

A shock flashed in Oni Jujiro's eyes.

There is nothing gorgeous about this ball.

It came straight like this, really like a bullet, even steel can penetrate it.

That kind of violent impact is several times more terrifying than light hitting.

"Is this the strength of the captain of the country de?"

Tokugawa Kazuya was struggling with Polk, his arms trembling.

He knew that if he was on the court, he would definitely not be able to hold on. Racquet would have been penetrated by the ball long ago.

"Give up, this is a professional baptism!"

Polk's eyes were calm.

When he said this sentence, there was no arrogance or pride, but a kind of sympathy.

Because Zongshen is one of the strongest opponents he has ever encountered.

In his opinion, there is such a strength in the environment of Japan, which is indeed very impressive.

"You and I live in different environments. If you grow up in the country of De, then even I can't predict the outcome of this match!

"But now I have won after all!"

Polk continued.

And Zongshen's body was also hit by the tennis ball from the front of the net to the service line position, and he was still backing away.

"Yes?!"

Zongshen cracked his mouth and smiled, showing white teeth.

His eyes were full of oppression and aggression, like a wolf king, trying to tear his opponent apart.

"But I don't think I will lose! !!"

boom!

The black air current curled up on Zongshen like a raging wave.

The dust on the ground was swept up by the air current, and immediately filled the court.

Destroyed, suppressed, and strong aura gushes out of Zongshen's body.

Boom!

At that moment, a black figure appeared behind Zongshen.

The black shadow stood on top of the earth, wearing an armor, and black flames were burning on the armor.

His face was blurred, but he showed sharp eyes.

His eyes were full of mercilessness and coldness.

"What is this?!"

Everyone in the national team de saw this scene, and there was a look of horror in their eyes.

The moment this figure appeared, Zongshen's retreat stopped even more.

"Ashura Shinto!!!"

Oni Jujiro clenched his fists and opened his mouth every word.

He did not expect that the Shinto figure that appeared during the Kanto Contest would appear behind Zongshen again at this moment...

And that kind of breath is more substantial than it was during the Kanto Competition.

"Polk!"

"This is a different-dimensional god!!!"

boom!

Zongshen roared, put his hands on the racquet, and the power of the gods poured into the ball.

The black flame was burning, igniting the tennis ball.

The ball roared and exploded, splitting the entire arena in an instant, hitting Polk fiercely with unparalleled power.

Boom!

The thunderbolt blasted, and the central net was instantly torn.

The tennis ball became as huge as a hill and appeared in front of Polk again.

But this ball is no better than the previous one.

Because of the sky, the ghost of the gods appeared before him.

Those cold eyes were looking down at him.

Boom!

The entire court seemed to have been dropped by a bomb, and the ground rumbling, smoke and dust filled the entire venue, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

"Polk!"

"How could it be possible, how could that Japanese player fight back the baptism of penetration!"

"What's going on inside, damn it, I can't see it at all!"

The members of the de national team no longer have the confidence they had before.

They looked anxiously at the stadium.

Everyone knows that Polk will never be unscathed under this terrible goal.

"Huh~"

Soon, the breeze blew in, blowing away the smoke and dust.

Polk's figure also reappeared in front of People 5.1.

When the members of the national team saw Polk, their pupils dilated instantly, and a chill rushed into their hearts, as if they had fallen into an ice cave and couldn't say a word anymore.

Polk stood on the court.

A hideous scar penetrated from the bridge of his nose to his annoying face.

The blood spurted wine, and half of his face was dyed red.

As for the tennis ball, it has long since become scorched and embedded in the broken ground.

Polk lost.

Known as a middle-school student in the world's first country, he lost to Zongshen in this duel.

Although it's just a ball.

But this is enough to explain many problems.

"I said I won't lose!"

Zongshen cracked his mouth and smiled, with extreme fierceness in his pupils.

He never felt that he would lose.

Because he firmly believes that the overlord of this era must be him.

Even if the opponent is Polk!!!.

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