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Elvis shouted excitedly.

"make you worry."

Hopkins spoke with a hint of apology, and his eyes were indeed brighter than before. Obviously, after breaking through the nightmare blockade, his mental strength was sublimated.

Turned.

He locked eyes with his opponent, "What a scary person. A person with that kind of nightmare-like field is so unknown in the Japanese team."

At this moment, Hopkins was very shocked.

Only by truly experiencing that dreamlike, confusing nightmare world, will you know how powerful the person in front of you is.

however.

Even such a person was not even in the top five among the top fighters of the Japanese team. The more he understood, the more he could understand Reinhardt's despair.

"So, we must not lose this game!"

Thinking of this, he made up his mind and made the decision to fight to the death.

"Amazing."

At this time, Irie on the opposite side said with emotion: "He is worthy of being the second-in-command of the American team. He can actually walk out of that world."

He looked relaxed as he spoke.

It seemed as if he didn't take the opponent's breakthrough seriously at all.

"Arrogant guy!"

Elvis pointed his racket at him and said in a deep voice, "Your trick has been cracked, yet you are still talking nonsense here."

In his opinion, the contest between the two high school students was obviously won by his predecessors. In the next match, as long as Hopkins fully played to his original level, they would definitely win.

"is it?"

Hearing his opponent's words, Irie laughed. Then, under the surprised gazes of others, he turned his head and glanced at the silver-blue-haired boy behind him: "Niou-kun, it's time to give them the final blow."

Nioh?

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

No matter how you look at it, this match is not something that can be decided by a junior high school student, right? Yes, Elvis looked quite arrogant, but no one took his arrogant behavior seriously.

Because from the very beginning, the outcome of this game was a showdown between high school students.

hum!

however.

What shocked everyone was.

When Irie finished speaking, a milky white cyclone suddenly emanated from Niou's body. What was even more surprising was that this cyclone seemed to have some kind of magical power, connecting with Irie's momentum.

Immediately.

There was some extremely strange energy ripples and fluctuations between the two of them.

"This is."

Seeing the state of the two Japanese players, Hopkins seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes suddenly widened: "Synchronous?!"

"hiss!"

Outside the stadium, there were also sounds of people gasping for breath.

homology?

A doubles miracle?

The Japanese team actually has such a terrifying trick?!

In an instant.

All those who thought that the American team could still turn the tide had their thoughts completely shattered at this moment.

“Damn it, I forgot about that.”

Reinhardt subconsciously clenched his fists.

His attention was completely drawn to Niou's phantom and Irie's nightmare moves, but he forgot that the boy from the Japanese team could actually phantom and become his own player.

Such as this time.

Niou's illusion turned into Irie's appearance, and a certain degree of synchronization appeared between the two of them.

Bang!

finally.

When Irie's smash penetrated the opponent's defense, the referee's voice rang out: "The second set is over. The Japanese team wins, 6-0!"

"The Doubles 2 match ends here."

"Japan wins, 7-6, 6-0!"

From the second round onwards, the number of sets in each match increased to more than three. In the final, it even reached the level of best of five sets, which was undoubtedly a very strict test of the players' physical fitness.

but.

In this first match, the Japanese team still delivered a satisfactory result. Especially Irie, who attracted a lot of attention.

The players in charge of collecting intelligence from each team have all listed this person as a key target for observation. Of course, there is also Nioh's phantom and the ability to synchronize with anyone.

This undoubtedly greatly enhanced the strength of the Japanese team's doubles.

"Sorry, Ralph, we"

the other side.

After losing the game, Hopkins and Elvis returned to the team and lowered their heads in guilt.

"It's okay. You tried your best."

Reinhardt waved his hand.

He watched the entire game, and it was normal for Hopkins and the other two to lose the game. First, they did not have information about Irie, and second, they underestimated the threat of Niou.

Just like that.

The next game for the American team became difficult. Their overall strength was already a level lower than their opponents, so they had no room for error.

"Chico, Dudu."

After comforting his players and waiting for Hopkins and Elvis to leave, Reinhart turned around and looked at the other two people he trusted the most: "The next game will be left to you two."

"Don't worry, Ralph."

But the brown-haired young man with a bun walked up to them with a smile. It was Chico Balentin, the most promising player among the new generation of high school students on the American team.

“We are going to win this game.”

Another black youth with a broom head, Dudu Obondu, also spoke firmly.

The two of them are ranked 3rd and 4th in the US team, second only to Reinhart and Hopkins, and were arranged in doubles 1, which shows how much Reinhart values ​​this game.

Originally, in his plan, Hopkins won the first victory, and then let Obondo and Balentin secure the second victory. Finally, he would make the final move to decide the outcome.

pity.

Hopkins lost the first game.

In this case, they were actually in a desperate situation, because according to the rules, in the remaining four games of the US team, two singles matches would be played by junior high school students.

However, the strongest Elvis had already lost, and the remaining junior high school students were even less likely to be a match for the high school students.

"I hope their doubles roster is the same as ours."

Reinhardt thought silently in his heart.

Only in this way can the US team have a chance of ensuring victory in its deployment of troops.

"Next, the doubles 1 match will begin."

At this time, the referee's voice sounded: "The United States team representatives Dudu Obondo (high 3) and Chico Balentin (high 1) vs. the Japanese team representatives Tokugawa Kazuya (high 2) and Mori Jusaburo (high 1)."

"Please prepare both players!"

The words fell.

The eyes of the American team were directed towards the Japanese team, towards the two tall young men.

"call"

Reinhardt breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the list arranged by his opponent.

This is good news.

Not only did the opponent arrange two high school students to play doubles, but the names of Byodoin, Oni, Duke and Tanejima did not appear among them.

This means that in addition to Ishikawa, there will be a junior high school student spot left in the Japanese team's next roster.

This way.

As long as the US team can win two of the remaining games, the final match between junior high school students, there is still a possibility of winning.

"Let's go, Chico."

Obondu, who also realized this, turned around and looked at his partner.

"Okay."

Balentin nodded with a smile.

He is naturally optimistic, and this character also allows him to perform at a normal level even in situations where his team is absolutely disadvantaged.

Simultaneously.

It was precisely because of this character that Reinhardt deliberately trained him so that he could lead the US team to the next World Cup in two years.

"Tokugawa Kazuya of the Japanese team? Mori Jusaburo?"

After the two left, Reinhardt narrowed his eyes. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the Japanese team, only to find that the other team's head coach had fallen asleep in his chair.

“Well, this is really.”

He felt somewhat indignant, but more helpless.