I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

The Japanese players were full of excitement. In their opinion, Qp would most likely repeat the same mistake and have his racket hit away again. The German players and fans were full of worry.

The ghost is too powerful!

With such an explosive shot, perhaps only Polk could respond head-on.

Whoa!

But just one second before hitting the ball.

Qp, however, placed the racket horizontally, used the edge as the contact point for the ball, and swung the racket with both arms suddenly and forcefully.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

The tennis ball shot out like a cannonball and exploded on the far side of the ghost.

"Game!"

"Germany Qp, 1-1!"

quiet!

Looking at the scene of billowing smoke and dust rising into the sky, the entire scene fell into extreme silence!

"Ooooooooo!!!"

But the next moment.

As everyone's thoughts turned, the German team's players and fans immediately burst into loud cheers.

"Good job!"

"As expected of Qp, he actually hit that ball back!"

"Hehe, this is the No.2 of the German team, the man who ranks just behind Polk!"

The surrounding discussions made the scene very noisy. But Qp seemed not to hear anything. He returned to the baseline, spread his legs, lowered his center of gravity, and assumed a receiving position.

"This person is really calm!"

The trick was broken, and Gui looked a little unhappy. But after seeing his opponent's calm response, he recovered.

That's right.

This is what the World Cup is really like.

Only this kind of pressure meets the semi-final standards of the final level.

boom!

Immediately.

The ghost then hit a powerful serve.

Qp tried to repeat the old trick, using continuous pulling of the edge points to limit the explosive power of the ghost. After all, the power of instantaneous power is always stronger than that of advance preparation.

boom!

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

As the two men pulled each other, the situation of the game escalated again.

The ghost, who had been unable to defeat his opponent for a long time, finally made another move.

Swish!

Suddenly.

The burly red-haired young man raised his hand, and several afterimages appeared around him. His hands were like the Thousand-armed Avalokitesvara, and they quickly hit the tennis ball at the same time.

bang bang bang! ! !

In an instant.

Seven or eight sounds of hitting the ball rang out at the same time.

"Appeared!"

Seeing this, Shishido and the others cheered up: "It's Oni-senpai's one-ball-multiple-hit!!!"

One ball, multiple hits.

Different from multi-ball continuous hitting and unconscious multiple attacks, it is a way of hitting the ball with the same tennis ball in an instant, creating multiple illusory possibilities.

It looks like there are multiple bodies, but in fact there is only one real body.

But the opponent needs extremely high judgment to determine which move is the real one. It is not as difficult as Wu Mei Shi's Multiple Moves, but it is also a very advanced technique.

but.

Qp on the opposite side still looked very calm.

Swish swish! ! !

Accompanied by the afterimages of seven or eight tennis balls whizzing towards him, Qp calmly raised his hand, aimed the racket at one of them, turned it quickly, and with a bang, he pulled the tennis ball back.

"This"

Seeing this, the Japanese team's players' expressions suddenly changed.

They knew that Qp could hit the ball back, but they didn't expect it to be so easy. Just like eating or drinking, the racket was slightly raised and the move was broken.

"good."

The ghost nodded approvingly.

He knew that his opponent had extraordinary insight, but he raised his racket again with high morale. His figure swayed, and more arms and afterimages emerged, and the sound of bang bang bang was heard.

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

This time, Phantom had ten balls.

But Qp was still the same as before. He took a step forward with a calm expression, swung the racket, and with a crisp sound, the tennis ball was shot back.

The ghost attacked again, constantly increasing the number of phantoms it created.

bang bang bang! ! !

bang bang bang! ! !

12 goals!

14 goals!

16 goals!

18 goals!

It wasn't until the 20th goal that Qp's expression finally changed.

After all, human observation is limited, but the opponent's number of shots seems to be endless and has no limit. Even the calm Qp feels the difficulty at this time.

Swish swish! ! !

next moment.

Dozens of afterimages suddenly appeared around him, with arms like ghosts, just like the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, covering the 20 afterimages flying towards him one by one.

Swish swish! ! !

As Qp swung his racket again and again, the flying tennis ball fell into the air, and the eyes of the German players suddenly became nervous.

1 goals.

2 goals.

3 goals.

4 goals.

Qp, which could break the opponent's special move with one swing of the racket, was unable to hit the real tennis ball.

Bang!

It was not until the 13th goal that the crisp sound of the ball was heard, which made the German players around them breathe a sigh of relief.

hum!

But that's it.

The ghost on the other side attacked again, and his own momentum seemed to have broken through a critical point. Under the pressure brought by Qp, it was like a natural outcome, stimulating a certain powerful aura.

boom!

In an instant.

White light burst out, covering the entire stadium, and the dazzling light made it difficult for everyone to open their eyes.

"Is this... the light of modesty?!"

Sensing the aura of the ghost, the expressions of the German team players suddenly changed.

"No, this is not just a light of modesty, this is fortitude!"

Becker and Bismarck reacted instantly.

Almost at the same time.

Both of them had extremely solemn expressions on their faces.

Because they had never seen such a powerful and breathtaking [Glory of Fortitude]!

In comparison, the momentum of the red-haired little devil, Toyama Kintaro, was as weak as a stream. Even Ishikawa did not reach such an amazing level as the devil.

boom!

next second.

A brilliant white light instantly bloomed beside Qp.

The eyes of the crowd could not keep up with the speed of the ball. Even the referee on the high chair completely lost track of the target and looked at the two people who stopped the action with a blank look.

"call!"