The Strongest Player in Sports

"Brandon lost?!"

Everyone in the de national team fell silent.

Brandon is a genius with high expectations.

But now he lost to an unknown person.

"He has received too few battles!"

Polk shook his head when he saw this.

A man who has experienced a lot of battles will never make this kind of mistake.

Although Brandon is a genius, he is too young.

Insufficient combat experience.

"Now we have one win and two losses. If this continues, we will lose!"

Schneider spoke lightly.

But listening to this tone, you can't hear any tension.

Instructor Laurent's shield wrinkled.

He really underestimated the Japanese team, or said that he has not paid enough attention to the Japanese team.

As a result, he experienced two defeats and fell into a disadvantage.

"Bismarck!

Laurent pondered for a while, then turned to look at the boy next to him.

"Humph!"

Bismarck stood up, a flash of arrogance flashed on his face: "Don't worry, guide, I will definitely win this match!"

After speaking, he took the racquet and walked towards the arena.

Polk frowned.

Because he always felt that Bismarck was too proud, which was a taboo of military strategists.

"I don't know who the Japanese team will send!"

25Q-P has a serious face.

Now he has completely faced Zongshen and his party.

Knowing that the Japanese team is not as weak as the outside rumors, on the contrary, it is extremely strong.

Under the gaze of everyone in the national team, Irie Kanata slowly stood up.

"It's really exciting to have a performance under the gaze of thousands of people!

Irie Kanata smiled, her eyes soft.

"The national team de is not a weak person!"

When Akuto heard this, he couldn't help but remind.

Because he knows that Irie Kanata likes acting the most.

"Irie, come on.

Tanegashima Shūji feared that the world would not be chaotic, and instead gave Irie an encouraging look.

Hearing the words of his teammates, Irie chuckled and came on the court.

The two came to the net and stood far away.

"The victory in this match must belong to the country de!"

Bismarck sneered directly regardless of whether Irie Kanata did not understand.

The defeat in the arena five days ago embarrassed him.

So he wanted to retrieve all the lost face in this match.

Finished.

He came to the service line and patted the tennis ball.

"Japan-Germany friendly match, singles two match, Shensmark serve!'

"The match begins!"

boom!

As soon as referee's words fell, Bismarck waved racquet quickly.

A crisp hit sound appeared, and the tennis ball fell swiftly.

Before Irie could react, he bounced out.

"Bismarck scored 15 to 0!"

The referee blew the whistle.

"What?"

Irie saw the ball with a look of surprise on his face.

He seemed to turn his head stiffly, unable to believe that the ball would be so fast.

"This is my strength!"

Seeing Irie's surprised expression, Bismarck's face showed a touch of disdain.

Then he continued to serve.

boom!

Another high-speed ball rushed directly past Irie Kanata.

Irie lost points again.

"Bismarck scored 30 to 0!"

Irie stood on the court, as if the whole person was stunned, with a puzzled face.

I don't seem to understand how I lost points.

"Ah!"

"It's so weak and pitiful!"

Bismarck saw Irie's expression and smiled disdainfully.

Then continue to serve.

boom!

Two voices sounded, and the tennis ball rushed directly beside Irie, without giving Irie any chance to fight back and score quickly.

"Game, Bismarck, 1 to 0!"

The referee announced quickly.

"Good job!"

"I didn't expect that Bismarck was really amazing, he scored a point so quickly!"

"Haha, that Japanese boy is probably scared silly!"

"Sure enough, the Japanese team also made a few powerful players, and the others are very weak!"

The de national team cheered, and the depression in their hearts was wiped out.

"Um?'

Q-P was puzzled.

He originally thought that this match would be a battle of dragons and tigers.

After seeing Bismarck's quick score, he was puzzled.

Look at Irie.

Irie stood there blankly, with a look of shock on her face.

It seems that I can't believe that I will lose points.

"Does the Japanese team really only have a few strong players?"

Q-P breathed a sigh of relief.

If this is the case, then he doesn't need to worry.

Because there are only a few powerful teams, it does not pose any threat to the national team.

"That Japanese boy, it's time to change the venue!"

Bismarck looked at Irie who couldn't say a word in shock, and shouted sarcastically.

This sentence seemed to wake Irie.

He looked at Bismarck with a shocked expression, and said in English, "Our team has won two victories, and I should have won this match."

"why?"

"Why do you have such strength?"

After saying this, Irie whispered for a while, as if unable to accept that she had lost a point.

"Innocent!"

Bismarck almost didn't laugh.

He looked at Irie with contempt, but he didn't expect that the Japanese team had such a fool.

But he was in a good mood, so he answered.

"Because there is an absolute strength gap between us!"

"You are too weak!"

Speaking of this, Bismarck's face was full of smiles, and he felt that this match was too easy.

The two exchanged venues, Irie serve.

But the next match seems to have no suspense.

No matter what ball Irie hits, Bismarck can hit back and score easily.

"How is it possible? This Lob, I clearly predicted the landing point!"

boom!

0--15!

"Why? Why can you hit such a powerful 300-power ball?"

boom!

0--30!

"I am not an opponent at all, I am not an opponent at all!'

boom!

0--40!

Irie ran on the court, sweating profusely.

There was still a look of horror on his face, as if he was experiencing a match that frightened him.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"You really look like a clown, performing botched performances on the court!"

Bismarck laughed out loud.

He is very happy now.

Because this match is really too simple for him.

Looking at Irie, who was shocked by his skills.

He had a sudden impulse.

That is to play slowly, let Irie please herself like a clown.

Then defeat it.

Thinking of this, Bismarck shot back quickly.

But before he could react, he saw a figure in front of the net.

"Whose acting skills are you laughing at?!"

boom!

An icy voice came, and a tennis ball rushed straight across his face.

He cut his cheek with fierce energy, and blood flowed down.

Bismarck was taken aback and looked up.

The panic and disbelief on Irie's face had completely disappeared.

The gaze under the glasses was fierce.

Staring at him as if he could see through people's hearts.

The performers in the arena were criticized for their poor acting skills.

It seems to be angry!.

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