The Strongest Player in Sports

"It's my turn!"

Zongshen opened his eyes, a flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes.

Then grabbed aside racquet and strode towards the arena.

The audience who was whispering was startled, and when they saw that it was Zongshen, their eyes suddenly brightened.

"Hands Zongshen!"

"I guess it's right, he is really the singles one!"

"In the final tiebreaker, I don't know who wins and who loses!"

The audience was full of excitement, whispering to discuss the outcome of the match.

"The Japanese team leader!"

"He defeated Medanore of Spain and Luke of France!"

"Strong strength, known as the world's number one junior high school student!"

The faces of the members of the Swiss team changed slightly.

They know that Zongshen's strength is not weaker than that of his own main players, and they are all world-class professional masters.

All the Swiss players turned their heads to look at Norman for a while.

"Norman, don't lose!"

Richard said solemnly.

"Um!

Norman nodded, picked up racquet and walked towards the court.

This match will determine whether the team can enter the finals.

He can't afford to lose, and the Swiss team can't afford to lose, so he can only win without losing.

"Norman Kelson!

Camus' eyes lit up in the stands.

This match is really a battle between the two main generals.

"This guy is finally going to make a move!

Luke whispered, a sharp look in his eyes.

He played against Norman and knew how strong each other was.

The one-handed concealed shot reached the pinnacle, which is not comparable to Amadeus.

"When the two meet, I don't know who wins and who loses?"

Ralph's eyes flickered.

This remark aroused everyone's interest, and players from all countries were discussing it.

But most people are optimistic about Norman.

Because he is ranked second in the world, he is also a strong veteran.

Although Zongshen has risen rapidly.

But Norman has been famous all over the world for three years, while Zongshen is only three months old.

The inherent impression cannot be easily changed at all.

"Don't forget, Zongshen has never lost since the World Cup w.!"

Duke Watanabe grinned.

"Um?!"

Everyone was stunned and found that it was really the case.

But soon they shook their heads again, because Norman was equally victorious.

From the standings, it is impossible to explain the strength of the two.

court side.

An army member looked serious, but he was not surprised.

The Swiss team is Norman not playing.

So this match can only be held by him.

"The Minister will definitely win!

Oni Jujiro said solemnly.

Norman's strength is world-class professional.

But the same is true for Zongshen.

It stands to reason that two powerhouses of equal strength are competing against each other, and no one can judge the outcome.

But Zongshen has never lost since middle school.

So he is full of confidence.

I believe Zongshen will definitely lead the team to the World Cup finals.

"If I lose, I can't spare him!"

Byodoin snorted.

"Puffy~"

"You are not Zongshen's opponent!"

Echizen Ryoga on the side teased deliberately.

Byodoin's face twitched, and he turned to look at Echizen Ryoga, with murderous gazes in his eyes.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Just kidding, kidding!"

Echizen Ryoga laughed and waved quickly.

"Humph!"

Byodoin snorted coldly and turned to look at the stadium.

on court.

The two stood far away across the net

The eyes were facing each other, as if there was Thunder lightning clashing.

Norman was full of vigilance, knowing that Zongshen's strength was also world-professional, not weaker than himself.

"However, as a Swiss general, I must lead the team to victory!"

Norman whispered.

The breath on the body boiled, surging like a raging wave.

The ground is full of dust, and the delay is permeated.

The original relaxed atmosphere is also a bit more serious.

"Norman Kelson!"

Zongshen's face remained unchanged.

But the calm eyes were more sharp, and the breath on his body was boiling like a tide.

boom!

The two breaths clash in delay.

A faint sonic boom sounded, and the atmosphere became depressing.

The spectators around seemed to be aware of it, watching the two people on the field, and swallowed subconsciously.

"Next is the professional match!"

"Too fierce, the two have collided before the match started!"

"The momentum is like a rainbow, this is the power of the professional level!

The audience felt that breathing was a little unsatisfactory, but the excitement on their faces did not diminish.

"Didi~"

"Singles a match, Japanese hand Zongshen serve, one game ends!'

The referee hurriedly blew the whistle.

The momentum of the confrontation between the two was too terrifying.

He didn't want to stay in this manner, it was too scary.

serve area.

Zongshen patted the tennis ball lightly.

After looking at the opponent, there was no stagnation in the movement in his hands.

system!

The tennis ball flew up and the golden light bloomed.

The racquet in his hand hit the tennis ball with a violent sound.

Just hit the ball!

boom!

The deafening sound rang.

The tennis ball was blown out with great force.

A cyclone rolled up and solidified around like a tornado.

Boom!

Under the attention of the public, the tennis ball fell to the ground.

The ground shuddered fiercely, and a fierce ball crushed the ground almost instantly.

"..."Should you just hit the ball?"

Norman squinted.

Looking at the tennis ball rushing towards him, he took a step.

The light shot is indeed powerful, with an attack power beyond imagination.

But for him, a world professional master, it is far from enough.

boom!

The dull whip sounded.

The light that lighted the court dissipated, and the tennis ball was placed on the racquet by Norman. No matter how the impact was, he couldn't break free (Wang's Zhao).

"drink!"

Drink in a low voice.

The golden light was replaced, and the darkness spread like a tide.

Secret shot!

boom!

The shady engulfed the entire court, and tennis was ups and downs among them.

However, this ball was just an ordinary underhand shot, and it had no effect on Zongshen.

system!

The figure rushed out, and racquet waved.

A fierce impact sounded and the tennis ball flew back.

Norman, unwilling to show weakness, fought back.

The two of them seemed to be probing, instead of using stronger stunts, they completely used the dark shots and light shots to confront each other.

The audience around was dazzled.

For a while the golden light is permeated, and the other is as dark as a tide.

Different stunts roared on both sides of the arena, and roars rang out.

The dust on the ground rolled up in this kind of confrontation and filled the entire arena

But the confrontation between the two did not end.

On the contrary, it is more intense!.

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