The Strongest Player in Sports

"Dark Vortex?"

Zongshen narrowed his eyes, and then saw the darkness begin to spin.

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

The speed of tennis is reaching its limit, like a bullet going into the barrel of a gun, piercing the audience in an instant.

The surrounding air flow vibrated under the condensation of the whirlpool, spreading like a storm.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There were bursts of crackling sounds, and the hurricane raged.

Stabbed!

The ground was full of dust, and then it was cut open by a hurricane, like a long sword, and there were traces.

"Appeared, the dark vortex of the main general!"

"True world professional stunts, able to defeat any opponent!"

"Zongshen won't want to catch this ball!"

All the members of the Swiss team were full of excitement, and some cheered, as if they had already scored the goal.

"Not long after the match started, the guy Norman "Sixty Seven" used this trick!'

Luke was a little emotional.

Norman is proficient in concealed shots and has evolved this trick into a technique.

Among them, the dark vortex is one of his three stunts.

Although it is the weakest move.

But it is also a world-class professional skill with amazing power.

Boom!

During the discussion, the tennis ball fell to the ground.

The strong cyclone rotates, and the air waves continue to hit the surroundings.

Chi Chi!

There was a harsh rubbing sound.

The tennis ball spins crazily on the ground, and you can imagine what kind of spinning power the ball will have after it bounces.

"drink!"

Zongshen's face was solemn, but he did not back down.

In the low drink, racquet swept.

Boom!

The moment racquet touched the tennis ball, his pupils shrank into needles.

Spin!

Spin beyond imagination!

There seemed to be a huge vortex tearing everything apart.

Taste it!

In this terrible rotation, racquet moaned in pain, and the string was broken one by one.

There was a tingling pain in the arm, and racquet seemed to be penetrated by a ball.

"What a terrifying spinning power!"

Tanegashima looked at Zongshen's trembling arm and sucked in air.

He knows Zongshen's ball control very well.

I am afraid that the ordinary spin will be hit back easily by him before it has exerted its power.

But this ball made it difficult for Zongshen to hold racquet tightly.

"This is a world-class skill!"

Oni Jujiro's eyes flashed shock.

This ball is extremely gorgeous.

But under the magnificence, there is a fatal crisis hidden.

That kind of extreme rotation seems to be able to destroy any racquet.

"What a terrible guy!"

Irie sighed.

Norman is too strong. If they were to make their debut, the racquet in their hands would have been destroyed long ago.

Rather than persisting like Zongshen.

"Give up, you can't hit this ball back!"

Norman's eyes were cold.

He didn't have any arrogance or pride on his face, instead he seemed to be saying something ordinary.

Because too many people fell under his move.

Too much makes him no longer proud, but it becomes as it should be.

"It's really admirable that you can lead the Japanese team to the semi-finals."

"But this era is not yours yet. Maybe you can dominate the world in two years, but it's definitely not now!"

"The winner of this match is the Swiss team after all!"

Norman spoke calmly.

Each era has the protagonist of each era.

And in this era, these senior high school students are leading figures.

Although Zongshen is a genius, he does not belong to this era.

"Yes?!"

Zongshen grinned, showing white teeth.

The original sharp gaze showed a touch of oppression and aggression, like a lone wolf with an unyielding heart.

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

boom!

The black haze is permeated.

The ground dust spread like a storm, filling the entire arena.

Magnificent, solemn, devastating, fierce, terrifying!

All kinds of breaths merged together and gushing out from Zongshen's body.

Boom!

A black figure appeared behind him.

The black shadow was on top of his head and feet on the ground, and he was wearing an armor. The armor was burning with hellish black flames.

His face was the same as Zongshen's, his eyes were cold and merciless.

It's like a high god, who regards everything as a dog.

"Different dimension?!"

Everyone was shocked, and the heart beat fiercely.

With the rise of Zongshen, different dimensions have spread throughout the World Cup.

Everyone knows the horror of this trick, which can bring a huge increase in users

"Norman!"

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

boom!

Zongshen burst into tears, holding the racquet with both hands at the same time, and the power of the gods surged out.

The flame was burning, igniting the tennis ball.

He wants Norman to know.

In the world he lives in, he is the overlord of the times.

His battlefield is invincible!!!

Boom!

The tennis shot hurriedly, tearing the entire arena in an instant, and roaring towards Norman with unparalleled power.

A loud thunder-like noise exploded, and the storm swept across.

The tennis ball, the size of a baby's fist, became as huge as a mountain.

But this ball is no better than the previous one.

The figure of the deity lies high in the sky.

With a ruthless color in his eyes, he stared at him coldly.

Boom!

As if a bomb was dropped on the court, a rumble sounded from the entire venue, cracks appeared on the ground, and countless debris flew across.

Smoke and dust filled the sky, obscuring everyone's sight.

"How can it be!"

"Shoujia Zongshen actually fought back against the Dark Vortex!"

"Damn it, my sight is blocked, I can't see what's going on inside at all!"

The Swiss team members are no longer confident, but anxious.

The power of this ball is terrifying, and no one can guarantee that their owner will be able to receive 5.1.

The surrounding audience also looked nervous, wanting to know the result of this confrontation.

"Huh~"

The breeze blows and blows away the dust.

The situation on the field surfaced in front of everyone.

Everyone looked intently, and then a shocking color appeared on their faces.

Norman stood on the court.

The forehead was bloody and blood flowing down the forehead, staining the entire face red.

The tennis ball lay outside the bounds and became scorched and twisted.

Norman lost.

Although the match did not lose.

But in this confrontation, he lost to Zongshen.

"This era belongs to everyone, but I believe I must be the strongest person!

Zongshen grinned.

He never felt that he would lose.

Even if the opponent is a world professional master!

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