The Strongest Player in Sports

"O'Neal player, are you okay?"

Referee looked at O'Neal, who was bleeding, and immediately blew the whistle of match time out.

The match time was ten minutes, and O'Neal also walked off to bandage his arm.

"How's the arm?"

Chief Elvis said solemnly.

"I can't swing it anymore!"

O'Neill whispered back.

Although the pain in his arm was somewhat relieved, his ligament was strained.

It's not that the group can recover for a while.

When Elvis heard this, his expression sank.

Now that O'Neal is injured, his world-class strength may be greatly reduced.

Originally, the strength of the two was not as good as that of the Byodoin Temple.

Now that one person is injured, I am afraid that he is even less of an opponent.

"what should I do now?"

Derek, the intelligence master, had nothing to do at this time.

This match is very important, if they lose, then they will fall into a huge passive.

"Can you continue?

Elvis did not answer, but looked at O'Neal.

"Um!"

O'Neill nodded his head.

As a Spanish player, he naturally has his 25th dignity and pride.

If he shrinks when he encounters something, then he doesn't deserve to be world-class.

Elvis took a deep breath.

Now he can only pray that the two can stick to it and finally win the match.

After the bandage, O'Neal walked to the field.

He can't hold the pat with his right hand, he can only match with his left hand.

He is a world-class player after all. Although his left hand is not as strong as his right hand, it is not as weak as a beginner.

"O'Neal, are you sure you want to match?'

referee asked.

"continue!"

O'Neill nodded and put on a defensive posture at the same time.

"The match continues, please serve by the Byodoin players!"

The referee immediately blew the whistle.

"Humph!"

serve area.

A sneer was drawn from the corner of Byodoin's mouth.

The gaze at O'Neal was full of malicious intentions.

He is not a kind person, and he doesn't know how to say a fair match. If his opponent is injured, he should not be targeted.

O'Neal's injury is their chance.

He will naturally cherish this opportunity and "enter" the other party well.

brush!

The tennis ball was thrown up, the arm muscles swelled, and the power gathered in one beat.

The explosion sounded throughout the court.

The grass green tennis ball is like a bullet, containing the ultimate impact.

The target was directed at the injured O'Neal.

boom!

After the tennis ball landed, the power was undiminished, and it rushed towards the opponent quickly.

"hateful!"

O'Neill looked ugly.

I know that Byodo-in Temple is deliberately targeting myself, and I want to find a breakthrough from myself.

But the tennis ball had come, and he had to fight back again.

what!

The figure flickered.

When it reappears, it has been blocked in front of the tennis ball.

The left-handed racquet struck hard.

boom!

The dull voice exploded, and O'Neill felt a strong force.

The left hand is not as powerful as the right hand.

Plus not adapt.

Suddenly he felt a great pressure.

"drink!"

In a burst of drink, O'Neill swung the racket with all his strength and blasted the tennis ball out.

But the tennis just passed the net.

A figure blocked in front.

Echizen Ryoga.

A smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, and racquet was already held high.

Then he swiped down at the tennis ball.

Just hit the ball!

boom!

The golden light racquet beats.

A ball that was originally astonishingly powerful instantly stopped in midair.

As Echizen Ryoga waved his arms.

There was a burst of explosion in the air, the golden light lit up the audience, and the aura of destruction spread like a storm to the surroundings.

And the goal of this ball is O'Neal.

Obviously, Echizen Ryoga, like Byodoin, didn't want to let him go easily.

"hateful!!

O'Neill's face changed drastically.

Although knowing that he might be targeted next.

But they didn't expect that they would be like this, and none of their subordinates mercilessly attacked themselves.

The light hit the ball, making him sweat.

If it is normal, he is naturally not afraid.

But now his arm is injured and his left hand is not used to it.

It is not so difficult to catch the ball and hit it back.

"give it to me!"

Sandra rushed out first.

He knew that O'Neal must be given time to adjust to his left hand, otherwise they would undoubtedly lose.

The body catches up with the tennis ball.

Facing the flying golden beam of light, he rushed up.

Boom!

The thunderous sound rang.

Racquet received the Let ball, and the force spread to Sandra's arm.

Taste!

Force to penetrate the racquet.

The wall behind him exploded in an instant, countless debris splashed, and smoke rushed straight up.

Rolled up fiercely, raging around.

"Give me back!

Sandra drank low, gathered all her strength, and severely restricted the tennis ball to smash out.

Boom!

The tennis ball fell to the ground with great momentum.

The ground trembled, and before Echizen Ryoga could react, he rushed to the baseline.

However, the figure of Byodoin was already waiting there.

The corners of the mouth outline a dangerous arc, and finally stare at O'Neill.

"not good!"

Sandra's face changed slightly.

Knowing that Byodoin will still attack O'Neill.

So without thinking about it, he rushed in the direction of the opponent, wanting to block it in advance.

"Idiot 550!"

Byodoin was full of mockery.

The original posture of struggling to swing instantly changed.

Racquet slashed slightly, and the tennis ball pulled out a parabola and fell close to the net.

Toss short shots high.

30--0!

Byodoin score.

"what?!"

Sandra, who rushed towards O'Neal's location, looked stagnant.

Then a deep anger appeared on his face.

He was deceived.

Seeing Byodoin’s gaze toward O’Neal, he thought that Byodoin would use light shots to target his teammates as before.

But I didn't expect that gaze was just a cover.

The short ball is the ultimate goal.

But he was kept in the dark like a fool.

brush!

But Byodoin obviously ignored Sandra's emotions.

After throwing the ball, swing again.

boom!

The light shot swept across, like a bullet from the barrel, piercing the air instantly.

The target was directed at the injured O'Neal.

Seeing this, Sandra could only gritted her teeth and rushed out.

"Humph!"

Byodoin sneered.

What he wants is this kind of effect, through O'Neill to contain Sandra, and then find the loopholes between the two, and finally win the match victory in one fell swoop.

boom!

The match continues.

But everyone can see that the scale of victory has completely tilted towards the Japanese team. .

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