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

The tennis ball hit the net with a slight sound.

The spectators around who saw the shot, including the players on the French team, subconsciously widened their eyes.

The huge stadium suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Chapter 477: The Manipulated Puppet

"15-40."

Sitting on the high chair, the referee announced the score, breaking the silent atmosphere.

"What kind of chipping is this?"

On the French team's side, everyone instinctively widened their eyes.

Even Camus looked at the tennis ball that had hit the blocking net and remained motionless with great surprise.

"This junior high school student is not simple!"

"Indeed. Excellent slice."

Bart and Moro looked solemn.

This slice is at a very high level, even like a master. Not to mention junior high school students, even high school students may not be able to play it.

at least

The two looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes. With their skills, they couldn't play such a ball.

As for the French prince and other players, they were even more shocked, especially Sharudaru, who had practiced tennis on horseback since he was a child and had an amazing talent for tennis.

In terms of technology, he also thinks he has done quite well.

but.

The level of his slice made him feel how powerful his opponent was.

"correct!"

At this time, someone said, "If I remember correctly, this guy seemed to have defeated the Greek team's master Hermes during the group stage!"

Hermes?

Hear the words.

Bart and Moro were both shocked.

They knew this guy, who was also a junior in high school and had achieved good results in many European regional leagues. Among the high school students in this year's World Cup, although he was not ranked in the first tier, he was definitely an upper-middle level player.

Even they were not sure they could defeat Hermes.

As a result, the opponent was actually defeated by this junior high school student who had done nothing and had mediocre performance before?

"Is such that."

Camus also remembered, and he nodded and said, "Tezuka Kunimitsu is one of the best players in the Japanese team besides Ishikawa."

"Several people?"

"one?"

Bart and Moro were surprised again.

"Yes."

Camus nodded: "This year, the Japanese team has a very large lineup of junior high school students. In addition to Ishikawa, there are three or four people who are ranked the same as Tezuka!"

When he said this, he seemed to have thought of something and was suddenly stunned.

"Really, really or falsely?"

Bart and Moro were completely shocked.

If the Japanese team has five junior high school students who are masters of Hermes' level, then it seems that they can already rank among the top few in this World Cup just with junior high school students, right?

"and many more!!"

Suddenly.

The two of them seemed to have thought of something and their expressions suddenly paused.

"Could it be that?"

Moro turned his head and looked at the Japanese team's lineup. Originally, in his opinion, there was no special position, but now it seemed as if there was a clear dividing line.

Not far away, I saw the junior high school and high school students of the Japanese team clearly standing in two camps, clearly divided.

"Well!"

Bart's eyes also trembled.

"Could it be that the opponent is a junior high school student who has made all the preparations?!"

The idea is both exaggerated and shocking.

"impossible."

Moro shook his head repeatedly, denying this conjecture.

No matter how crazy the Japanese coach is, he can't arrange all the players to be junior high school students. After all, this is the World Cup, not a children's game. Their French team is a big 4 team, even the German team dare not underestimate it.

hum!

At this time.

On the court, Delacroix made another move.

Behind him, there suddenly emerged a picture of birds singing, flowers blooming, butterflies, squirrels and sika deer living in harmony.

"Appeared."

Seeing this, Bart and Moro stared at each other: "It's Edgar's trick - nature!"

Compared to the magnificent Arc de Triomphe, this move is quite plain. But it is precisely this silent power that is the most difficult to defend against.

Simplicity is the most difficult move to crack.

Bang!

But the next moment.

Tezuka suddenly made a move, and a pale yellow light suddenly bloomed under Delacroix's crotch.

"30-40."

"hiss!"

See this.

On the French team's side, everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

"It's too exaggerated."

Someone couldn't help but ask, "That senior Edgar, didn't even react?"

"This guy"

Delacroix raised his head, his gloomy eyes fixed on Tezuka. He actually failed to catch any trace of the ball just now.

Moreover, although his opponent's momentum was still so calm, he vaguely felt an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Delacroix knew that he had met a master.

Although the other party is only a junior high school student, his personal ability is already comparable to that of top high school students.

Thinking of this, he felt a chill in his heart, and his own aura began to be released.

hum!

next moment.

An aura of constantly changing colors was continuously released from him.

“The breath of art!”

Some players from the French team were cheered up.

"So fast?"

Bart and Moro were also shocked: "This guy Edgar actually lifted the restrictions on his abilities!"

"The opponent is not a simple character."

Camus shook his head and said, "This strength is no less than that of many of the team's main players. Edgar's choice is right. We can't underestimate our opponents."

In his opinion, the so-called tactics is to make the best plan after fully analyzing the strength of both sides. Especially when encountering a difficult opponent, the correct approach is to respond decisively and accurately.

It is not advisable to simply hide your strength or test your opponent.

There is nothing wrong with Delacroix's approach.

We must take advantage of the French team's current advantage and try our best to win the third game.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

however.

Facing Delacroix's change of momentum, Tezuka's reaction was very calm. He continued to hit the tennis ball gently, adjusting his emotions and rhythm to the appropriate range.

call!

Sudden.

He threw the tennis ball up, stood on tiptoes, stretched his body naturally, and hit the tennis ball out quickly.

"this ball"

Looking at the tennis ball that fell almost close to the serving line, George suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of oppression. The ball was very fast and very accurate, so accurate that he even had the illusion that the serve would go out of bounds.

But he knew very well that this was absolutely impossible.

Swish!