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

Becker did not dare to underestimate him and concentrated on launching continuous attacks. Byodoin moved forward and backward freely, swinging his racket simply and powerfully, and the landing points were also mediocre.

but.

As time went by, Becker felt that the balls he received were getting heavier.

One ball.

Two goals.

Three goals.

After he reacted, after only three consecutive shots, he felt as if he could not lift his wrist.

"illusion?"

"Or is this some special trick of the opponent?"

puff!

Just as Becker was guessing, when his racket hit the tennis ball again, the crisscrossing strings and the extremely tough racket surface seemed to be made of paper and were easily penetrated by the tennis ball.

Boom!

The tennis ball fell to the ground with a dull impact sound.

"0-40!"

quiet!

The atmosphere at the scene was unusually quiet!

The German players stared with wide eyes at the racket with a hole in Becker's hand in disbelief.

"It was just a simple return, and it went through Becker's racket?"

Qp narrowed his eyes.

Through Becker's reaction, he could roughly guess the power of Byodoin's hitting. But the former was a professional player after all, it was impossible for his racket to be penetrated so easily, right?

"That person is very powerful."

At this time, Polk next to him said: "And every time he hit the ball, it landed on the same spot on Rudolph's racket."

Same location?

Qp, Bismarck and others were stunned, and then looked surprised.

"impossible?"

Bismarck shook his head and said, "With Rudolf's ability, it is impossible for him to be hit in the same position repeatedly without noticing."

"If"

Qp stroked his chin and said thoughtfully: "Every time the opponent hits a ball, Becker needs to catch it in the same position?"

"Ok?"

Hear the words.

Bismarck was stunned again.

"Yes."

Polk nodded and said, "There are many ways to manipulate your opponent's behavior. You can use special rotation to hit the tennis ball to the same position, or use force or rotation when hitting the ball to force your opponent to use a certain posture and movement to receive the ball."

For a player of his level, things that seem impossible to others are not really impossible.

"But, Senior Becker is a professional player after all!"

At this time.

Sefried next to him suddenly spoke up.

"Forehead!"

This statement came out.

Polk's eyes remained calm, but the expressions on Qp and Bismarck's faces became intriguing.

"Byodoin Phoenix?"

The two men raised their heads and looked at the figure who was fighting repeatedly with Becker on the court, and their eyes became deep.

boom!

soon.

Byodoin once again broke through the opponent's defense and scored directly with a through ball.

"Game!"

"Japan Team Byodoin, 1-0, swap positions!"

"No, isn't it?"

"That senior Becker, he actually lost his serve?"

"It seems that the opponent is also very strong! However, with Senior Becker's strength, he will definitely be able to make up for the lost points!"

The players of the German team were talking about it.

But to Becker's ears, it sounded a little harsh.

but.

This time he was not angry.

Instead, he calmed down and carefully analyzed the reasons for his loss. After the second game started, he gradually mastered the rhythm of the game by increasing the rotation and constantly adjusting the angle of the ball.

"Yes, that's it."

As the game continued, Becker's touch became better and better. He already had top-notch skills, and now he was able to use them as easily as his own arm.

Looked up.

Looking at the scoreboard and seeing himself trailing 0-40, Becker focused his eyes and suddenly increased the speed of his swinging racket.

Chi!

next moment.

A flash of fire appeared.

The sudden high temperature caused a terrible heat wave to surge in front of Becker. However, his speed did not slow down at all, and the flames on the front of the racket became more and more intense.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

He hit the tennis ball hard into the air.

Flames erupt.

In the eyes of everyone, it was like a firebird spreading its wings and bathing in flames.

"This is."

Representatives from many other countries were shocked by Becker's trick, especially the England captain who was defeated by Becker.

Because when the opponent was competing with him, he never used this trick.

"He actually hid his strength?"

"A professional master. So strong!"

"I remember now, this is Becker's special move - [Phoenix Wings]!"

The red light of fire blooms like a phoenix bathing in fire.

The face of Byodoin was reflected red, and the glittering firelight was reflected in his pupils. And the firebird that fell from the sky was about to swallow him up in the next moment.

but.

There was still no sign of emotion on Byodoin's face.

"Is he crazy? He's not even going to hide?"

"He must have been scared!"

"At this speed of falling, there's no difference between dodging and not dodging, right?"

There were bursts of exclamations from the audience.

Almost everyone believed that Byodoin would be devoured by the terrible phoenix.

boom!

but.

At the moment when the huge flames fell on him, the body and wings of the firebird visibly peeled off. In an instant, only a huge skeleton was left.

Subsequently.

A breeze blew.

The giant bird's skeleton weathered in an instant, turned into powder all over the sky, and eventually disappeared.

"What on earth just happened?!"

The audience at the scene, and even the referee on the high chair, all looked bewildered.

Becker on the court was even more confused and puzzled. Even if his trick was cracked, it would not be as intriguing as this.

Even he didn't know what exactly happened.

rustle

But that's it.

A slight rustling sound came into his ears.

"wait wait wait."

Becker looked down quickly as if he had thought of something. When he saw the slightly burnt tennis ball rolling gently and landing at his feet, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Look, look there!"

At this time.