The Great Demon King of Internet

Chapter 1, First Battle, Supernova

Tennis is one of the most popular sports in the world.

According to incomplete statistics, about 30% of people in the world are engaged in tennis-related jobs. In some countries where tennis is more developed, one in every 10 people can find someone with at least 2 years of tennis experience.

As a world-class sport, tennis has gradually developed a number of well-known events after years of preparation.

There are five major professional events including the Australian Open, French Open, Wimbledon, US Open, and German Open.

中至2年1次的U17世界青少年杯，1年1次的U14欧洲国家少年杯。

Down to the foreign invitational tournaments of some tennis powers and the European Tennis Club League.

It is enthusiastically supported by people all over the world.

For example, in the showdown between big four powers such as Germany, France, Switzerland, and Spain, it may even be difficult to get a vote.

Currently, the latest U14 European Nations Youth Cup is being held in Belgium.

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Belgium, Strasbourg Tennis Club, this is the most professional tennis club with the highest level of hardware configuration in the country.

Outside the VIP1 training room, a black hippie man with dreadlocks was complaining dissatisfiedly to his friends.

"It's really stingy. It's not like I didn't pay the entrance fee. I actually locked the door and refused to let in to watch the training. I also want to learn some tennis skills from those coaches!"

The tall and thin black man next to him shook his head and said: "I'm afraid it won't work today. It seems to be a private battle inside, and no audience is allowed."

The hippie man scratched his head: "Are you so serious? Do you know who is fighting whom?"

The tall and thin man spread his hands and said, "I only heard that there is an Oriental boy in there."

The hippie man said disdainfully: "Tsk, it's boring. People from the Eastern Tennis Desert have no value watching it."

When the two of them were talking, they were in a wide corridor, and it was very noisy with people coming and going.

But the next moment, the surroundings suddenly became mysteriously quiet.

Only the sound of steady footsteps came from the distance.

Accompanied by a serious and cold powerful aura.

Walk until you are behind the two black men.

"Give me a moment." Leng Su's calm voice sounded.

The two black men felt a chill on the back of their necks, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Looking back, I saw a tall, bald man looking directly at them.

"Yes... I'm sorry, please go ahead!"

The two black men hurriedly got out of the way like rabbits with fried fur.

The bald man came to the door of the training room, entered the password, and walked straight in.

The moment the door was opened, you could faintly hear the explosive sound of hitting balls inside. After closing the door, the sound of hitting the ball disappeared immediately.

After a few breaths, people around him began to talk about it.

"That's Polk, the supernova of German tennis."

"It should be him. Such a strong aura makes me breathless."

"I heard that he just became a professional player this year and easily won all 10 consecutive matches. One of his opponents was even ranked No. 14 in the world's professional standings."

"Yes, the media all say that his tennis is a philosophy, and it can even change the world of tennis in the future!"

"I heard that Polk is the leading coach of the German team in this U14 European Nations Youth Cup."

Two black men scratched their heads outside the training room.

"Ah! Polk is my idol. I was stupid and didn't ask for his autograph."

"I really want to go in and take a look! This must be Germany's internal training match!"

"Germany has won eight consecutive U17 championships. If you want to watch their training matches, don't dream!"

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Putting aside the random thoughts of passers-by A, B, C and D, Borg entered the training room and looked up at the score on the big screen.

“Berti” leads “ABC” 2:0.

At first glance, this "ABC" looks like a name that was entered casually.

In the venue, a Western boy with a weedy head and an Eastern boy with black hair and black eyes were having a fierce fight.

The two of them each showed their special abilities and started a powerful tug-of-war at the bottom line.

Regardless of the pace of running, the coordination of posture when swinging, the angle of the ball path, the rhythm of breathing, or the thunder-like roar when hitting the ball, you can see the strength, speed, skill, endurance, etc. of the two. The four-dimensional basics of tennis have reached a level of proficiency.

The tennis ball flashes back and forth in the court like a fleeting shadow. People with insufficient eyesight cannot even see the shadow of the ball, but can only see the net being constantly swayed by the wind.

Borg did not stop this private battle that violated team rules. Instead, he quietly walked to an inconspicuous corner of the auditorium and patiently watched the two men's fight.

The referee with his back to Borg was obviously a player from the German U14 youth team. He was not aware of Borg's arrival. Berti, who was completely focused on the tug-of-war, did not notice either. Only the oriental boy seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He glanced sideways in Borg's direction.

The two went back and forth for at least 20 rounds. Berti opened up a gap with a little advantage and hit the tennis ball to the left corner with a JACKNIFE.

"15:0"

Seyfried, who was serving as the referee, announced loudly and used the remote control to change the score on the screen.

He thought proudly: It seems that the former disciple of the world's number one men's singles player, Rafael Federer, is only as strong as this. Although the foundation is very good, he is still no match for the talented players trained by our German elite schools. Captain Berti is really so wary and insisting on checking up on this kid is a waste of time. It would be terrible if Coach Borg found out about it. Well, I hope he ends the fight quickly.

Borg's expression did not change at all because Berti scored a goal. Instead, he frowned slightly and looked at the cuffs and trousers of the Eastern boy, thinking about something thoughtfully.

Time passed little by little, no matter Berti's serve or the Oriental boy's serve, the two seemed to be in a 50-50 situation.

Every ball requires a long period of back-and-forth and fierce competition.

But the strange thing is that there was no short ball or volley in the middle.

I don't know how long it took, but another ball flashed past the Dongfang boy's feet.

"The total score is 4:0, Berti leads."

Seyfried glanced at his watch and thought to himself: This oriental boy is really tenacious. These two rounds actually took 15 minutes longer than the previous two rounds. But struggling is useless, Berti has taken control of the situation. Moreover, the next game is Berti's serve. No matter how stubborn you are, you can't change the final result. However, let’s be sure. There are probably not many people of my age who can fight like this with Berti, at least I can't do it.

Just as he was thinking about it, the Oriental boy lazily leaned on his racket on the side of the court and said, "Hey, this is your serve, how long do you want me to wait?"

Seyfried came to his senses and said at the referee's seat: "Berti, it's your turn to serve, Berti..."

When looking at Berti, Seyfried was stunned.

Because Berti stood there without saying a word, with veins popping out on his temples and sweat pouring down from his face.

He gritted his teeth and clutched the racket tightly. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he was suffering from great pain.

"Be, Berti!" Seyfried couldn't help but exclaimed.

What happened to the captain?
  Was the tug-of-war just now too exhausting? But with Berti's endurance, another ten rounds of such a battle would be more than enough!

Could it be that Berti was inadvertently hit by some spiritual move just now? However, he didn't feel any signs of mental fluctuations on the referee's bench!
  The Dongfang boy said lazily again: "If you serve overtime, you will lose points. Referee, you won't forget it."

"Uh..." Seyfried looked at his watch helplessly, and urged anxiously: "Captain, you..."

Berti stared at the Eastern boy opposite and moved with difficulty.

"Damn it, don't underestimate me..."

"That's it!"

A cold and solemn voice came from the audience, and the bald man slowly walked into the venue.

Seyfried suddenly jumped out of the referee's seat.

"Teach...coach, why are you here..."

"Violating team rules and fighting outside privately, you will be punished by running back."

"Ah? Coach, I..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Run!"

"Yes!"

Seyfried stood at attention reflexively, smiled bitterly and ran towards the door of the training room.

Damn it, this place is at least 5 kilometers away from the dormitory where the German team stays.

Hope you don't get lost.

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Seeing referee Seyfried running away, the Oriental boy yawned.

"Oh, fight if you want, leave if you want, Germany is indeed the king, what a spirit!"

Polk looked directly at him calmly: "You won."

The oriental boy picked his ears, ignoring the huge pressure caused by Polk's gaze, and said to Berti: "What did the bald man next to you say? I didn't hear clearly."

Berti glared at the Eastern boy and endured the pain and said intermittently: "You dare... to be... rude to my brother?"

"Otherwise, I'm practicing well here, and you guys rush in one by two or three to cause trouble. Do you still want me to treat you to a casual meal?"

"you!"

Berti wanted to say something else, but Polk held his shoulders.

"Berti, admit defeat!" Berti gritted her teeth unwillingly and turned her head bitterly.

"I lost!"

The Oriental boy shook his head, turned around, packed up his racket, and said casually: "Okay, don't force it, it's just a game. It makes me feel like I'm forcing you to admit defeat with a knife."

Berti felt that his shoulders were a little heavier and he looked up at Polk, with a serious expression on his face.

Berti sighed and bowed solemnly to the Eastern boy: "I... lost! Thank you... for your advice!"

The Oriental boy narrowed his eyes and smiled, then took out a candy bar from his tennis bag and threw it over.

"That's good. Don't cry. I'll give you candy."

Berti subconsciously caught the candy and blushed immediately.

"You... rude guy, I just... didn't cry!"

The Oriental boy ignored Berti and turned around while whistling to continue packing his things.

Polk spoke slowly: "What's your name?"

The young man ignored him and continued to whistle leisurely.

Berti couldn't help it anymore: "My brother...is asking you something!"

The young man turned around belatedly.

"Oh, are you talking to me?"

He looked at Polk for a while and said, "The bald guy looks familiar, you are the one... I'm sorry, the name is too long, I can't remember it."

Polk was not angry, but calmly introduced himself: "I am Jurgen Barisavage Polk, you can call me Borg. Boy, what is your name?"

"Oh, my name is Hata Setsuna."

Polk nodded: "I remember your name. You are very good. I hope to play against you."

Hatada Setsuna smiled and said: "Bald brother, do you want to find a place for your brother? Isn't this a ready-made place? Let's play two goals?"

Polk frowned, not accustomed to Setsuna's oriental style of speech, but he could roughly understand what Setsuna meant.

He said expressionlessly: "Now? Fighting with you wearing weights? I'm not interested."

"What?" Berti's eyes widened at the side. The other party was actually wearing weights? I didn't find any clue at all!
  Setsuna Hata glanced at Polk in surprise, tilted his head, thought about it, and smiled in relief.

"As expected of Germany's supernova, he has his own tricks. Since you don't want to fight, then bye bye."

Polk said with a serious expression: "No matter which country you are from, I hope that next time U17 will have the opportunity to play against you."

"Hey, that's quite embarrassing. I'm only in the first year of junior high school, and you, bald brother, are already in the first year of high school. We are not in the same class."

Setsuna took a few steps toward the door of the training room, then turned back and said, "Of course, bald brother, if you really can't wait, you can choose to repeat the grade."

Polk looked at his retreating figure, noncommittal.

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After Setsuna Mata walked away, Polk supported Berti's shaky body and led him to the rest area.

"How's it going? Do you still have the energy to review it?"

Berti closed his eyes and felt it: "The review is barely okay, but I'm afraid I won't be able to play in tomorrow's singles. I'm sorry, brother, for causing you trouble."

Polk nodded: "As for your punishment, we will wait until you recover. In tomorrow's game, I will let them solve it within four games, and you will not need to appear."

As the conversation changed, Polk asked: "I don't think I need to say more about the reason for your loss. I watched it from your third game, and I don't know about the previous games. When did you get calculated by him? .”

Berti reluctantly recalled: "The first game, the fourth ball."

Then he added: "On the first ball, I lost points. On the second ball, I used the ability 'AI', and I didn't lose points after that."

Polk thought for a while: "The fourth ball... In other words, it only took him two balls to see the flaws in your AI ability."

Berti nodded bitterly and said, "Although I don't want to admit it, it's true."

Polk couldn't help but admired: "What an amazing insight. Your AI is the tennis ability that you digested and transformed over the years on the day before coming to Belgium. This ability can be achieved through high-speed mental power. Collect all the opponent's game data, special moves, strategic methods, habits and personality information in an integrated manner, and use your 300 IQ to conduct comprehensive reasoning and evaluate efficient strategies. In this way, you can build an AI model for your opponent and fully control it. It can be said that your ability is almost at the pinnacle of data tennis.

Entering the AI ​​state, your computing power is not even inferior to that of a computer.

Because time was limited, you played a tie-break with Frankensteiner to test, and he was easily won by you 7:0. At that time, there were five professional-level evaluators nearby, and only one of them felt that something was wrong with this ability, but could not explain the reason. Unexpectedly, this oriental boy..."

Berti frowned and said, "Is professional-level insight even better?"

Polk nodded and continued to reason: "Since I just saw the battle between you, I feel it is unreasonable. On the second ball of the third game and the fifth counterattack, if he chooses the pursuit ball from the lower left , you should be tired of dealing with it. But he chooses to attack your forehand, a particularly comfortable position. Here, you have at least 15 ways to return the ball."

Berti recalled: "To be precise, there are 17 kinds."

"So, for your AI, which one has a greater impact, more choices or less choices?"

Berti stopped talking.

"How, that's the problem. No matter how many choices there are, your AI can quickly find the optimal solution. But on the contrary, the more choices you have, the more calculations you need to invest. The human brain is not a computer after all. A large number of High-frequency computing will put a huge burden on your spirit.

Moreover, your AI cannot start or stop at any time. Once activated, it will continue to generate consumption. If it is constantly stopped and activated at a high frequency, it will be like a computer that is constantly forcibly turned on and off, causing a complete system collapse.

Therefore, that oriental boy does not need to do anything. He only needs to put appropriate pressure on you in the early stage, elicit your AI, and then feed the ball to the most comfortable place, allowing you to subconsciously perform high-frequency calculations, thus continuously consuming your mental energy. . Finally, just wait for your self-destruction.

That's why you guys have been fighting for so long and it's just been a repeated pull on the bottom line. Because of the baseline return, there are far more options for the ball than the net and short ball, which will add extra calculations to you.

Moreover, after playing a full four games, have you really succeeded in establishing the AI ​​model of this oriental boy? "

Berti tried to think back and cursed in his mind: This bastard used the most common and routine style of play, without revealing any personal characteristics at all. As a disciple of Rafael Federer, he has not even used any of the well-known skills of the former world number one men's singles player.

I modeled loneliness.

Berti shook his head and asked Polk with confusion: "Brother, from the beginning, I wanted to ask, how did you find out that guy was wearing a weight? I fought with him for four rounds, and there was no clue at all. No discovery. Although brother, your strength is far greater than mine, but I don’t think my insight is inferior to yours.”

"There is a saying in the East that the authorities are confused. On the battlefield, you can only pay attention to the scene in front of you. Some details cannot be seen from your perspective."

Polk opened his shirt to reveal the close-fitting clothing underneath: "If you just look at his playing posture, I can't see any flaws. But from my perspective, I can see his cuffs and trousers when he is running. Hidden underneath, he’s wearing the same pulse training suit as me.”

Berti opened his eyes wide: "He actually has a pulse training suit? There are only 12 of these training suits in the whole world. That's right, with his status as a teacher, it is natural for him to be eligible to get one."

Polk recalled: "About seven years ago, special metal fell from the sky on a small island in the high seas, not far from Neon Country. Most of the metal was used for scientific research, and 12 pieces of it were broken into pieces. Block materials are made into this kind of special training clothes, which can apply pulse stimulation to the human body and simulate the state of weight-bearing training. Of these 12 special training clothes, we got 3 pieces from Germany, 2 pieces each from France, Switzerland, Spain, and the United States One each with Greece, and the remaining one is with him.”

Berti's face was very ugly: "I remember that the lowest setting of the pulse training suit can exert muscle stimulation of nearly 100 kilograms of weight. Even now, I can only last up to 1 hour under the lowest setting of pulse pressure. . He was able to fight me with such a natural attitude, and even made me unaware of any clues. This oriental man is really scary. In the future, he may be a hidden danger for our Germany."

Polk solemnly agreed: "His foundation is almost impeccable and his style is hidden. He is probably a talent secretly cultivated by Eastern countries."

Berti breathed a sigh of relief: "Although it failed miserably, it is not without gain."

"That's right, Berti, now that you know your shortcomings, I think you are mentally prepared for the next road."

"Ah, it's a doubles match."

"Well, let's take doubles as the cornerstone of your career. Now you need a good helper!"

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"Hey, Cool guy! Why are you training so late today?"

A spirited young man opened the car door and greeted Setsuna Hata warmly.

Setsuna walked into the back seat of the car and said with a smile: "Sorry, John, for keeping you waiting for so long. There are a few enthusiastic German friends who insist on saying hello to me. I have no choice but to spend some time with them."

John scratched his head and fastened his seat belt: "Are the Germans very enthusiastic? I feel that they are always very serious. They are just like the dean of students in my junior high school. They are antiques. They are not as hospitable as us Irish people."

Setsuna teased: "I remember the last time you mentioned the dean of junior high school, he was full of black stockings and 36G. How about it, the appointment was successful?"

"Heh heh heh heh... an old maid has a good taste! I'm going to propose to her on her 35th birthday this year!" John let out a strange LSP-like smile, his face beaming with joy.

"Tsk, you are really brave. I remember you are only 20 years old, and she can be your mother."

"Tch, you Orientals are so conservative. Age doesn't matter. We are truly in love!"

While chatting, Setsuna looked out the window: "John, it seems that we are not on the way to the hotel today."

John nodded: "Well, the boss wants to see you today."

"Oh, I thought uncle had forgotten me. I haven't seen him for more than half a year."

"It seems that there is something very important. Cool guy, the boss's villa is a bit far away. Please take a rest for a while. I will play some soft music for you."

Setsuna nodded, relaxed in the back seat, and began to take a nap while listening to soothing music.

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After Setsuna left, the Strasbourg Tennis Club suddenly became a sensation.

Even if Borg and the others don't take the initiative to publicize the results of the battle inside, the people outside are not blind.

There were only four people inside, and the long-haired German boy who came out first started running with a sullen look on his face, as if he was not to be approached by strangers. Before anyone could speak to him, he disappeared.

His breathing was steady, his body was clean, and he didn't sweat. At first glance, he was just a bystander.

The second Dongfang boy who came out had obviously gone through a fierce battle, but he looked calm.

Finally, Borg helped the half-dead Berti out.

Isn’t it clear who is fighting whom and who is winning?
  There were many sharp-eyed onlookers. Did they recognize the well-known Berti?
  Oh My God! You read that right! The German U14 general was defeated by an unknown oriental boy?

How do their intelligence capabilities compare with the German team? Of course I don’t know Setsuna’s background.

The news instantly spread like a virus to all participating teams heading to Belgium.

On the other side, Setsuna was already immersed in sleep while listening to soothing music.

(End of this chapter)