The Strongest Player in Sports

The words came into the ears.

Polk's heart beat fiercely.

Although I don't know what Zongshen means, he is wary.

The two sides exchange venues, Zongshen serve.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

An orderly bounce sounded, quieting the audience.

La!

Under the attention of everyone, Zongshen tossed the tennis ball.

The power of different dimensions!

The power of light hitting!

There is also the power to destroy the five senses!

The three powers are blessed on top of a beat, and then vigorously waved.

Boom!

The tennis ball shot wildly, and the golden light lit up the audience.

A series of sonic booms exploded, and the whole arena made rumbling bangs.

"bring it on!"

Polk growled, his body rushed out.

racquet waved.

But soon, he realized that his sense of gravity disappeared.

The ultimate strength swept through, and the crisp cracking sound "Six Three Three" sounded. Under the short-term interference, the racquet instantly broke into two halves.

Taste!

The racquet flies, the tennis ball bounces out.

The stadium fell into a weird silence, and people were shocked.

It wasn't until the sound of landing that he woke up.

"Got a score!"

"Polk's racquet has been broken, and there is no way to withstand the ball!

"Does the Japanese team really want to win the championship!"

There was an uproar in the surrounding audience.

There are sighs, pity, indifference, and gloat.

"Tick~"

Cold sweat slipped off.

Polk looked at the half of racquet in his hand, his face was silent.

Three points.

Only the last three points are left.

This match will end.

"call!"

After a long silence, Polk exhaled.

His eyes were sharp, as if there was a blaze burning.

"Polk!"

The national team member sighed.

They all knew what pressure Polk was under.

"Let's let go of the fight, Polk!"

Edmund stood up and said in a deep voice

This match may be won or lost.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

As long as you do your best, you can be worthy of the name of the national team.

"Go on, Polk!""

"The philosopher to victory!"

"Don't fight for victory, but fight for the glory of the country!"

A member of the famous national team roared, and the voice spread throughout the court.

The national cheerleaders and supporters in the audience looked at Polk on the field after listening to the encouraging words in their ears.

Although he fell into a disadvantage, he did not take a step back.

Let's fight for victory.

"Long Live Germany!"

A loud roar resounded throughout the audience.

People looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a national team member waving a flag.

There is pride on his face. This pride is not proud, but the pride of being a member of the country, as if he was born with it.

"Germany, Germany, above all else!"

Sudden.

A deep song sounded.

The singing became louder and louder, and instantly spread to the ears of all the national players.

"Above all things in the world!

"Whenever, to protect and defend!"

"Brothers stand together forever!"

The national anthem of de country sounded at the Roland Garros court.

One pass ten!

Ten pass one hundred!

Hundreds of thousands!

The de national players closed their eyes and sang the German song in their mouths.

"For the German motherland!"

"Let us work hard for this goal together!"

"Unite like brothers and give our hands and sincerity!

"Germany, Germany, above all else!"

"Let's pass this song together from generation to generation!"

The national anthem of de country lingers in everyone's ears.

The players looked at Polk one after another, with trust and encouragement in their eyes.

"Go on, Polk!"

"Regardless of whether you win or not, you are the pride of the country!"

"Go ahead and fight endlessly!"

"Polk, fight with the honor of the national team!"

The stimulating sound came into Polk's ears.

He looked up and saw the trust, hope and encouragement on the faces of his teammates.

"Everyone "

Polk slowly closed his eyes, clenched his fist with his right hand, and pressed it on his left atrium: "Thank you for your trust in me!"

"Regardless of the outcome, the national team de will always be the king!

"As a member, I will never retreat!!!"

boom!

The breath of horror spreads.

His eyes opened again, and his sharp eyes cut the air.

"Polk, don't disappoint your companions!"

Polk yelled.

Watching the flying tennis ball, the racquet waved fiercely.

Boom!

The power of extinguishing the five senses dissipated instantly, and even the slightest impact was not produced.

"bring it on!

Zongshen yelled, eyes heavy.

A white whirlpool swept across the entire court.

Boom!

The tennis roars.

The supreme power blasted into the field.

The realm was trembling, and the tennis exploded with raging power, crushing layer after layer of air waves.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The air is shaking and the field is dying out.

"You really are my strongest opponent, Polk!"

Zongshen growled.

From this ball, I felt an unprecedented threat.

As if to crush him, tear him apart.

boom!

The realm burst instantly.

The tennis ball hit the ground heavily.

The force of terror erupted, as if a bomb exploded, and the turbulent air flow hit the body severely.

"Come on, hand Zongshen!!!"

Polk yelled.

The body is rising, and the sun's halo is distorted.

He is burdened with the expectations of his teammates.

It also carries the glory of the king's national team.

He wants people to know.

Regardless of the outcome, the national team de is still the king!

boom!

The tennis ball bounced, and the ultimate power exploded.

"Polk!"

Zongshen's eyes were full of aggression.

In the face of this ball in 5.1, he did not take a step back, but took the initiative to rush.

Boom!

racquet waved.

At the moment of receiving the Let's ball, unparalleled power surged in.

Pedal! Pedal! Pedal!

Zongshen's body exploded, unable to stabilize at all.

"Stop it for me!"

A loud roar.

Zongshen stepped on the ground fiercely, and his body fell backwards, but his exploded body stopped abruptly.

"We all have a mission!"

"But I will definitely win!!!"

Boom!

There was a loud noise.

The golden light illuminates the court.

The ultimate power exploded, and the terrifying breath permeated.

Air, ground, field.

Everything is shaking.

The rumbling sound exploded, and the tennis ball rushed away with an indomitable momentum.

This is the final battle!!!.

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