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

"Have you forgotten that there is someone here?"

The strongest junior high school student on the American team focused his eyes, and then, like a tiger pouncing on a wolf, he swung his racket and hit the tennis ball.

Swish!

Elvis was very fast.

He has a strong physique and great explosive power, and his shooting speed is even faster than most high school students.

however.

At the moment when Elvis' racket touched the tennis ball, the racket passed through the tennis ball, and a moment later, under his shocked eyes, the tennis ball gradually became transparent until it disappeared.

boom!

Subsequently.

A powerful sound of hitting the ball was heard.

Hopkins appeared at the baseline and counterattacked the tennis ball hit by Irie.

"Loki, step back."

Returning to tennis, Hopkins glanced at the junior high school student on his side and said in a deep voice: "It's a little too early for you to participate in such a game now."

"Well."

Hearing his vice-captain's words, Elvis's face changed again and again. Although he was very unwilling, he still lowered his head and quickly left the court.

Ever since.

There were only Irie and Hopkins left on the court, and the doubles match completely turned into a singles match.

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

boom!

on the field.

The two had a fierce duel.

Hopkins's technique was very advanced, and his moves were fierce. The traces left by the tennis ball seemed as sharp as a scalpel. However, Irie's reaction was also very quick. During the duel, he calmly resolved his opponent's attacks one by one.

"real or fake."

Seeing that Hopkins had not taken down his opponent, Balentin's eyes widened: "Alan's attack was blocked by the opponent?"

You know, in offensive mode, Hopkins' moves are extremely tricky and vicious. Every ball can be like cutting out a diseased body, directly targeting the opponent's weakness.

result.

After a fierce competition, Hopkins failed to get any points.

"The opponent is not an ordinary person."

At this time, Reinhardt shook his head and said, "The opponent's playing style is not fixed. From just now to now, he has used no less than five different tennis styles. It's just that it doesn't look as gorgeous as that junior high school student."

"Five kinds?"

Balentin and Obondu's eyes trembled slightly.

The latter thought thoughtfully: "In other words, the other party saw through Alan's intention. Has he been on guard against his [Weakness Breaking] ability since just now?"

"pity."

Obondu said, "Alan's ability is not something that can be defended just because you want to. In his [tennis doctor's] eyes, there is no such thing as an absolutely healthy player."

Different professions bring different entry points.

Unlike other people's perspective, Hopkins' tennis always starts with the player's small movements, breathing and behavioral changes.

As a doctor, he has a pair of scary eyes.

tread!

opposite.

Irie took a step forward.

Its movements and postures instantly became a three-dimensional human anatomy diagram in Hopkins' eyes. The force of the impact, from the contact point of its soles, spreads through the neural network all the way to the central nervous system of the brain.

Logically speaking, there should be no problem with this instantaneous change. However, Hopkins saw that the speed of the nerve current slowed down when it passed through a certain node.

But this change, which was only a split second, was accurately captured by Hopkins.

"Right rib!"

The player who was called the tennis doctor had a sharp look in his eyes: "If I'm not mistaken, you've suffered some serious damage there, right?"

Bang!

Immediately.

He hit the tennis ball quickly.

The tennis ball bounced off the ground, and then bounced up from Irie's right side in a sharp arc. For Irie, who is left-handed, he had to pull away to the right to hit the tennis ball back.

tread!

but.

Just as he moved to the right, he felt a slight pain in his right ribs.

"This feeling?!"

Irie's expression suddenly changed.

He could feel the pulling sensation on his ribs. That was the place where he was hit by a spike when he was practicing with his seniors in junior high school. At that time, it caused quite a bit of damage, and he had to recover for several days before returning to the court.

but.

He hadn't had this feeling for many years. And now, it happened to him again?!

"Tennis Doctor."

After hitting the tennis ball back, Irie looked at his opponent again and suddenly became wary.

He seemed to understand why the other party had such a nickname. If this was true, then the next game would be very dangerous for him.

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

boom!

on the field.

The two continued to fight.

The long tug-of-war made Irie, who was already weak, even more passive. However, the real problem was that as the game continued, his movements became noticeably slower every time he moved left or right.

boom!

finally.

After Hopkins seized the opportunity and hit a smash, Irie's foot suddenly froze.

"Game!"

"Team USA, 1-5!"

The sixth inning ends.

The American team, which had been suppressed, finally managed to pull back a point. Although the score gap on the scoreboard was still large at this time, anyone with a discerning eye could see that with Hopkins' seriousness, the American team had already gained a comprehensive advantage.

"Senior, are you okay?"

On the other side, Niou looked at Irie, whose steps were unsteady, and asked with some concern.

"No, it's okay."

The latter subconsciously covered his right ribs, but then quickly let go, raised his head and forced a smile from his face: "Nio-kun, don't think too much, just leave the rest of the game to me."

"OK, all right."

Niou nodded.

Although he felt that something was wrong, he couldn't tell exactly where it was. Moreover, he knew that Hopkins was a very dangerous player. If he insisted on intervening, he might be destroyed by this person in some dangerous way!

boom!

Subsequently.

The game continues.

After Hopkins served the ball, he launched the attack without saying a word. As a doctor, he has always been very time-efficient. Once the operation begins, there is no possibility of stopping.

During this process, his aura became sharper and sharper. Moreover, this aura seemed to be much more dangerous than Ishikawa's [True Meaning of Sword].

The sharp arc of the ball made everyone's eyelids twitch and their skin hurt.

Under such attacks, Irie was beaten back step by step. His movements became increasingly sluggish, and sometimes after taking a step to the right, a distorted expression appeared on his face.

Take this opportunity.

Hopkins continued to attack and score, narrowing the gap between the two sides.

boom!

"Game!"

"Team USA, 2-5!"

boom!

"Game!"

"Team USA, 3-5!"

boom!

"Game!"