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

"Well."

Hear the words.

Sengoku, Akutagawa and others narrowed their eyes subconsciously.

As the saying goes, one step slow leads to all steps slow. Seeing Qiansui's sudden improvement in strength compared to the past, they couldn't help but feel a strong sense of envy in their hearts.

Originally, they thought that the difference between those who were selected and those who were not was only in practical experience. But now it seems that the improvement and strengthening of the players' strength during the World Championship far exceeded their imagination.

"Two changes?"

Henry looked a little ugly.

He knew that he had underestimated his opponent. The traces that could be seen at a glance were obviously left there for him to see on purpose.

Without this level of thinking, it would not be unfair for him to lose these two goals.

"Come again!"

After thinking about it, the nobleman of the Swiss team hit the tennis ball again.

After Tachibana hit back, Henry hit the tennis ball towards Chitose again. He did not give up the technical contest with his opponent. In his dictionary, there is no word of giving up.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Immediately.

The two started a long-distance tug-of-war at the baseline. Almost every ball they hit was near the baseline, and their high-level skills shocked many people.

"It's okay for Henry Nobel III, but what's up with this junior high school student on the Japanese team?"

"Yeah, in such a high-level tug-of-war, it's hard to tell that they look like junior high school students at all."

"But don't you think it's scary?"

"What do you mean?"

"I have never heard of a player like this among the junior high school students on the Japanese team who could fight Nobel III without losing to him."

"hiss!"

This statement came out.

Many people's expressions changed.

indeed.

At this point, what is truly terrifying is not just this junior high school student named Chitose, but the Japanese team behind him.

Snapped!

But that's it.

The tennis ball hit by Chitose suddenly hit the net.

"call"

Seeing this, players and fans of other teams, except the Japanese team, all breathed a sigh of relief.

"In this duel, Henry won after all, huh?!"

Lambiel, who was playing as a forward, had originally breathed a sigh of relief, but when his eyes saw the tennis ball that hit the net, bounced up and landed on the blocking net, and rolled gently, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"not good!!!"

The high school student player from the Swiss team subconsciously lunged forward and narrowly saved the tennis ball.

Swish!

but.

Ju, who was well prepared, jumped up, raised his racket high and hit a powerful smash.

Boom!

"0-40!"

Quiet.

The entire stadium fell silent.

When everyone's eyes fell on Qiansui at the bottom line, there were flashes of surprise and doubt.

"A coincidence anyway."

There was a look of deep thought in the eyes of both Ranbir and Henry.

"This is no coincidence."

Henry's eyes immediately shone with a sharp light: "With his skills, it is impossible for him to make such a low-level mistake before showing his defeat. So. There is only one answer."

The other party did it on purpose.

Deliberately hit the tennis ball onto the net, and accurately calculate the possibility that the tennis ball will roll along the blocking net after bouncing.

"This guy"

Think of this.

Henry's eyes showed a deep fear.

The opponent's strength was even stronger than he had imagined. He could not afford to continue testing him in this match.

Bang!

Hit the tennis ball again.

This time, Henry's eyes were completely different. He showed an extremely sharp luster without disguising it, and locked Qiansui with that aggressive gaze.

"Has it started? Henry's [Focus Mode]!"

The junior high school students of the Swiss team were cheered up.

They know that in this mode, the opponent's observation ability will be greatly improved. They can see through 99% of the principles of ball skills, and greatly improve their ability to crack the opponent's tricks.

"The so-called 'concentration' means to devote all your mental energy to the game, so that the cells in your brain can function fully and reach the analytical ability that is similar to the biological limit."

On the bench.

The old man with white hair and beard, Qin Onokyiha, the head coach of the Swiss team, spoke.

Henry Nobel III.

With solid basic skills and unique insights into tennis, he is able to adapt to his opponent's playing style in a very short time and find his opponent's flaws.

"After all, he is training with Captain Amadeus, so his playing style and tactics will definitely be affected to some extent."

Federer said with a smile.

As a professional player, Amadeus is known for his ability to [see weaknesses]. After becoming a professional player, he quickly became the most troublesome player of the young generation.

As the top player among the junior high school students, Henry was recognized by Amadeus and was allowed to train with him. Under the guidance of the top player of the Swiss team, Henry's strength improved rapidly.

Bang!

At this time.

Chitose hit another spinning and sharp ball.

Whoosh!

The moment the tennis ball bounced off the ground, it disappeared again. Henry's eyes flashed, but he decisively moved to the left, and then he didn't even look at the slight ripples in the air on the right side, and hit it with the racket.

Bang!

The crisp sound stirred.

The tennis ball disappeared and was hit back by him.

Whoosh!

only.

The tennis ball was still pulled by some force and circled to the side where Chitose was. At the same time, a colorful light burst out from the opponent's body, taking the tennis ball into it.

Bang!

next second.

The colorful light bloomed on Henry's backhand side, but he was half a beat late to start. This slowness put him in an absolute passive position.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In continuous confrontation.

Qiansui gained the upper hand, and the colorful light he released completely suppressed his opponent. Although Henry tried his best to figure out the principle of this light.

However, every step he took was strictly restricted. He seemed to be guided by someone, not controlled by instinct, and was moved away from the right area little by little.

then.

A very obvious gap was revealed.

"not good!"

Feeling that he had fallen into the opponent's trap, Henry took a deep breath and quickly ran towards the center.

"As long as I'm fast enough, I can reach the middle position after he hits the ball. At that time, I can make up for the huge flaw in my stance."

Henry's idea was simple, which was to return everything to the starting point. He even imagined that the opponent would deliberately hit the blind spot on the right side of his exposed area.

Bang!

But the next moment.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of hitting the ball.

Henry, who was running, clearly saw a trace of light yellow light flying towards his left side. He, on the other hand, was moving towards the right side.

Ever since.