Tennis King: God-level Player

Tanegashima Shuji took a deep breath again, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

The next moment, the breath on his body changed instantly.

At the same time, Shuji Tanegashima also switched the posture of holding the racket.

"continue."

opposite.

Camus' eyes darkened.

"The atmosphere is different"

Moreover, Shuji Tanegashima also took the initiative to switch the posture of holding the racket! Duke Watanabe frowned deeply, and the momentum of Shuji Tanegashima was different.

"Does he have any hidden strength?"

Aside, the other players of the French team looked disdainful.

"in spite of

Does he have... hidden strength, his opponent is Camus!"

Since it's Camus, he won't lose! Duke Watanabe's eyes are solemn, but he still nodded.

Tanegashima Shuji's opponent is Camus! On the court.

Bottom line.

Camus frowned deeply, but quickly chuckled.

"in spite of

It's no use what you do, darling."

Saying that, Camus stepped forward, with deep love and confidence in his eyes.

"This ball, I have my lover fighting side by side with me!"

Pop! The tennis ball fell on the racket instantly, and Camus hit the tennis ball gently.

Tanjima Shuji shrugged with a smile on his face.

"yes"

The next moment, Tanegashima Shuji's aura changed again.

An air of emptiness, like nothingness, instantly enveloped Shuji Tanegashima.

Camus's eyes are startled, this feeling is the underlined version of the novel, please download the novel

128. (This is 128, wrongly passed)

The entire venue fell into silence.

Soon, there was a commotion.

"Hey hey hey, did you make a mistake, you won!"

"How...that guy named Kanata Irie, how did he do it! He seems to know Rousseau's next move!"

"How can this be done!"

The local French fans looked at each other, shocked.

In the last two rounds, it was as if the rhythm of their breathing had been completely mastered by Kanae Irie.

That feeling, as if the melody of the entire stadium is in the hands of Kanae Irie.

At this moment, everyone was staring at Irie Zenta deeply.

French team rest area.

All the French players were stunned.

"I lost!"

Auguste Rodin and Claude Monet looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes.

"This is too strong, and we are not at the same level at all!"

Claude Monet said solemnly.

It's true that they won the first doubles match, but if they met Kijujiro and Irie Kanata in the first match, it's very likely that they would have already lost! "How is this possible!"

Team Neon, how can it be so strong! "Losing!"

Rousseau Trio and Jean Victor return to the French team with a lost face.

"Sorry, we couldn't"

Shame on Victor and Rousseau Trio, bowed their heads and said.

Camus shook his head, "It's not your problem!"

This time, both Victor and Rousseau Trio have done their best.

The real problem is the Neon team! The other French players are silent.