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

Others were shocked by the precise landing of the tennis ball.

The rest, even if they followed the trajectory of the tennis ball and determined where it would land, were all startled by the sharp arc of the tennis ball when it bounced off the ground.

"Super Outspin?!"

Seeing the tennis ball rushing forward crazily, high school students like Barthes and Moreau on the French team were also shocked.

Swish!

But at this moment, Camus moved.

He did not move quickly. Facing Ishikawa's fierce shot, he seemed very calm and approached as if he was strolling in the garden.

"So fast!!!"

But such a natural movement seemed incredibly fast to others. In the blink of an eye, the figure with long golden hair had already met the tennis ball.

"Nice serve."

Camus spoke calmly, with no joy or sadness in his eyes. His movements seemed ordinary, but he flashed past everyone's sight at an unimaginable speed.

It looked like a slow-motion movie, but in reality, Camus's swing was ridiculously fast.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound.

Everyone was shocked.

Looking closely, Camus's swinging action turned into an afterimage, gradually becoming blurred and finally disappearing completely.

"hiss!"

Seeing this, the players of the Japanese team gasped.

This shot is amazing.

Compared with the previous three games, Camus seemed like a different person.

“Is this the effect of [Soulful Tennis]?”

Bottom line.

Ishikawa raised his eyebrows slightly.

Others could not see clearly, but he could clearly observe the details of each of Camus's movements. It was indeed as Qian said, at this moment, Camus was releasing all the energy in his body completely and without reservation.

but.

Its speed is far beyond its seamless form.

Tap! !

As he thought about it, Ishikawa also caught up with the tennis ball. He raised his racket and swung it with his hand, hitting it out quickly.

"As expected of you!"

Seeing Ishikawa easily return his shot, Camus nodded: "Super-standard leg strength, unparalleled burst and technology, as well as eyes that see through everything and a mind full of wisdom. It's hard to imagine that you are just a junior high school student!"

indeed.

At this time, Ishikawa did not look like a junior high school student in any way except for his age. Instead, he was a third-year junior high school student or even a first-year high school student.

"In that case, I don't need to keep it anymore!"

The words fell.

Camus's movements suddenly quickened.

Almost in an instant, he caught up with the tennis ball and made a hitting motion.

"it's useless!"

In the stands, the junior high school students of the Japanese team shook their heads. In their opinion, no matter how Camus played, he would not be able to score against Ishikawa.

Qp can’t do it, Amadeus can’t do it, Reinhardt can’t do it, and Camus can’t do it!

Bang!

But the next moment.

When Camus's shot touched the tennis ball, a flash of starlight suddenly flashed. Then, a red mark that could not be distinguished by the naked eye flew past Ishikawa.

Immediately.

A red light exploded.

The tennis ball accurately hit the bottom line behind Ishikawa and bounced straight out.

"0-15!"

"what?"

There was a sound of disbelief outside the stadium.

"Score?!"

The representatives of the French team also looked confused and puzzled.

As the game progressed, the last glimmer of hope they had in their hearts had long since vanished. But now, Camus gave them a surprise.

"What kind of shot is that?"

Byodoin and Guimian also showed expressions of shock.

That Camus actually broke through Ishikawa's defense line head-on?

"really!"

In the stands, the top players from various countries all had thoughtful expressions on their faces, especially the captains of the Spanish, Swiss and German teams.

As someone who is as famous as them, although Camus is not a professional player, he must have strong confidence.

And now.

The other party finally used that trick.

"Well."

The German side.

Qp, the staff officer, narrowed his eyes.

The reason why he came to watch the game was that he could find a chance to defeat Ishikawa from this game. He originally thought that Camus might follow in Reinhardt's footsteps, but now it seems that the other party also has a big secret.

“That ball looks a lot like it!”

A certain scene emerged in Qp's mind. When he looked at Camus again, his eyes suddenly became fearful.

Subsequently.

Qp turned his gaze to Ishikawa. He really wanted to know how the other party would respond.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

However, Ishikawa hit the tennis ball slowly and his mentality was not affected at all by his opponent's scoring.

Bang!

Subsequently.

Ishikawa once again hit an ultra-high-speed serve.

However, Camus responded very quickly, not only counterattacking, but also controlling the landing point with great precision and trickiness. Compared with the flawless state just now, he seemed more calm and unhurried.

Seeing this, Reinhardt couldn't help but sigh: "Even professional players probably don't have such confidence, right?"

If it were him, he would never be able to remain so calm in the face of Ishikawa's powerful strength. But Camus always maintained his emotion of neither joy nor sadness.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In the next few balls, his shots were also above standard. Even Ishikawa was difficult to break through.

"what happened?"

Seeing Camus's state, Byodoin narrowed his eyes: "Is he testing his opponent? Or, with the ball just now, he can only hit it once?"

It's normal for him to have such thoughts.

For example, Tokugawa's Black Hole requires a lot of energy to reduce space. Once the time limit is exceeded, it will cause serious damage to the player's body.

hum!

But that's it.

Camus suddenly made a move, and the racket he swung left an afterimage. The front part of the racket became distorted and blurry in everyone's eyes, as if it could draw everyone's mind into it.

Bang!

immediately.

A red light suddenly appeared.

Ishikawa's defense was once again penetrated by Camus.

"0-30!"

"Ooooooooo!!!"

After a short silence, the French team erupted in cheers. Everyone looked at their captain with great excitement.

it has started!

Camus strikes back!

The outcome of this game is about to be rewritten!

"What a quick shot!"

The ghost's narrowed eyes slowly opened.