The Great Demon King of Internet

Chapter 132: The British team makes use of the rules

After paying a heavy price, Neon and Britain drew in a dramatic draw.

Kimijima Ikuto and Tono Atsukyo were both carried off the field.

After inspection, although the injury was not serious, it did not damage the source.

In the end, the doctor recommended that both of them need to recuperate for at least a week.

This is also a blessing among misfortunes, Kimijima and Tono can still catch up with the final rounds of duel.

Otherwise, Neon is likely to have a shortage of manpower in this points competition.

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In the third singles match, the Bamboo team played the military counselor Irie Kanta, and the British sent a masked man, Roz Shahraei.

Needless to say, based on the lessons learned from the previous two games, this player may be another big surprise.

However, this time, the Neon coaching staff does not need to change, because Irie Kanata's strength can be trusted.

Although he is only ranked No. 6, his true strength is enough to compete with strong players like Shuji Tanejima.

The two sides of the battle are confirmed, and the second singles match officially begins.

The player named Loz Shahraei also took off his mask, revealing his true face.

Sure enough, it was another acquaintance with a new look.

Coach Saito introduced his information softly: "His original name is 'Lawrence Shahraei', and he is the strongest power tennis player selected in the last U17 session in the UK."

Mitsuya Akuto opened his notebook and found the player's information.

"Yes, he has also won the title of British Junior Strongman and was the previous champion of Daley Hall."

Qingchun Qianshi wondered: "Since he is so senior, hasn't he exceeded the 17-year-old age limit for U18 contestants?"

Ryuji Oguru was also confused: "Yes, I remember that during the French U17 competition last year, he was already a senior in high school. He should have graduated from high school this year."

Mitsuya Akuto pushed up his glasses: "This has to be said about the UK's grasp of the rules. If my information is correct. This player named Lawrence Shahrae has ten more days to arrive. ’s 19th birthday. Strictly speaking, he is still within the age of 18."

What a great Britain, it really makes the best use of its resources!
Not only are they the sixth most powerful player in the world, but their unscrupulous tactics have also given the Neon Army a thorough look!
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Roz Shahraei's terrifying power amazed every spectator and player present.

As soon as he started, he used his well-developed body muscles to shatter his coat, showing a level of power that would break his coat.

"Optimus Prime!!"

Roz roared, bursting out with the ability-type mental trait "Force", and performed a power skill of another dimension.

After the tennis ball landed, it bounced vertically from the ground, catching Rui Jiang's racket off guard and flying.

"Game, Roz Shahraei won this game, 2:0"

Byodoin frowned and said, "What a powerful physical force."

Duke nodded and said, "Yes, in terms of strength, this Roz is above me."

The muscular man with a beard looked at Irie Kanata with disdain.

"It's really disappointing. In the last two rounds of the U17 battle, I encountered such a short and sickly boy like you!"

Irie Kanata's face was full of despair, his whole body was shaking, and he said to himself in English: "The difference in strength is so huge! I don't dare to catch the ball at all! My wrist will definitely be broken!"

Roz Shahraei laughed wildly and said: "You little chicken are quite self-aware! Just go aside and be cowardly! I am not like those two perverts Daley and Sewell! I am in a good mood today. As long as you understand, I will not destroy you!"

However, Irie Kanata turned a deaf ear to Roz's words. He still had a collapsed expression on his face, running left and right like a drowning man, struggling desperately to catch every ball.

Seeing Irie's disobedience, Roz frowned and wanted to get angry, but when he saw Irie's expression, he suddenly understood.

"You've collapsed after being abused by me. You can't hear what I said, right?"

That's not bad. It's better to play cat and mouse than to sing a one-man show. Thinking of this, Roz was no longer angry, and now had some free time to play "games" with Irie Kanata.

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An hour later, Irie Kanata was walking and running mechanically on the court like a zombie.

The pupils of his eyes were dilated, disgusting saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his legs were trembling as he ran. It looked like his entire physical strength would be exhausted in the next moment.

Roz had completely let down his guard, not even hitting a slightly stronger serve.

He just happily knocked the ball to the opposite corner, as if throwing a bone, and watched Irie Kanata rolling towards the landing point of the tennis ball like an old dog that had been tortured by hunger for many days. Beat away.

"Ahhhh!"

Irie Kanata fell to the ground in embarrassment. The front end of his racket barely reached the ball and knocked the tennis ball to the opposite side.

"Game, Irie Kanata wins this game, 4:4"

Even though the score was tied, Roz was not annoyed. In order to play longer, he continued to torture the dwarf on the opposite side. He gave this point deliberately.

Seeing Irie's half-dead look, Roz couldn't help laughing wildly: "I didn't expect that in the last two U17 games, I would have the opportunity to walk the dog! Hahahaha!"

The British head coach was dissatisfied: "Lorz, stop playing and end this duel quickly!"

Roz said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense to me! I am having fun playing with my pet!"

What are you talking about with me? Can’t you see how miserable this Japanese monkey is when I walk it?

Play for a while and just hit him away with a random ball. Isn't it easy to get 10 points?
Lords turned a deaf ear to the coach's words.

Anyway, I will quit the U17 competition after two more games. Who has time to listen to you grinding your teeth?
He still fought back with enthusiasm, treating Irie like a dog to play with.

Seeing Irie's expression of collapse and going crazy, hearing Irie's hysterical screams while running, and seeing Irie falling like a turtle on his back every time he saved the ball, Roz's heart felt like he was eating in the dog days of summer. It’s as refreshing as an ice drink!
When the British coach saw that Roz was disobedient, he felt very angry.

But seeing that Roz's opponent was being tortured into a state of disgrace and that victory was already within his grasp, he suppressed himself and said no more.

Anyway, this Roz will be gone in a few days, out of sight and out of mind.

He can do whatever he likes, as long as he can guarantee to get 10 points.

"Game, Irie Kanata wins this game, 4:5"

Under Roz's release, Irie fell to the ground again and worked hard to score a point.

He seemed to have worked to the limit, his limbs were twitching, and he stayed on the ground for a while before slowly getting up.

This funny look made Roz laugh again, and he felt a lot better.

The last game was Kanata Irie's serve game.

Roz stretched and moved his shoulders casually.

"Okay, the fun is almost over! My little pet from Dongyang, because you made me so happy today, I will knock you unconscious in a while, and I won't cause you too much pain!"

Irie's pupils were still dilated and his expression was broken. He didn't know where the strength came from, supporting him to throw the tennis ball high.

On the other side, Roz was waiting with a leisurely expression.

Come on, just one ball.

call out!
The speed of this serve exceeded the limit of perception, and it flashed past Roz's feet.

"0:15"

Roz suddenly froze on the spot.

"Fa, what happened?"

(End of this chapter)