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

In front of the net.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Byodoin and Medanore nodded to each other.

Then.

After a brief exchange and guessing of the serve, the two players retreated to the baseline.

"Singles 2, a crucial battle!"

In the audience, Henry Nobel III of the Swiss team said with emotion.

"Um."

Staff officer Peter Lambiel nodded: "Although Byodoin is not the captain of the Japanese team, he was once the strongest and is not inferior to Medanore in momentum."

Hearing this, the others nodded.

At least, in the confrontation of momentum between the two just now, Byodoin was not at a disadvantage at all.

"That's right."

At this moment, as if thinking of something, Henry Nobel III asked in a low voice: "I heard from others that the Lord General once fought against that Equal Court?"

"Um."

Ranbir also nodded quietly in reply.

"It was after a training match, when the team members were mostly away, Byodoin suddenly barged in and challenged Alexander."

"What's the result?"

Henry Nobel III asked.

“I don’t know.”

Laimbeer shook his head: "Only Alexander and the coach know the specific details of the game. Also, something very strange seemed to have happened in that game."

"Weird? What on earth is that?"

"Um?"

Henry Nobel III wanted to ask more questions, but Amadeus, who was not far away, turned his head and cast a sharp gaze on him: "Watch the duel between these two people carefully. If you miss any second, it will be difficult to catch up."

"Hmm."

When these words were spoken, the eyes of other players of the Swiss team flickered.

In the previous matches, Amadeus had never used such a serious tone. This showed that this match might be more intense than they imagined.

The players of other teams looked towards the corner of the court with curiosity and anticipation, and saw Byodoin taking out a tennis ball from his trouser pocket.

"In the first set, Japan's Byodoin serves, and the game ends!"

call!

The referee's voice fell.

Byodoin threw the tennis ball high up in the air, and then, in a very ordinary way, hit it with the racket.

Bang!

There was a loud bang and the tennis ball flew out. The speed of the ball was very fast, but it was not beyond everyone's expectations.

Bang!

Then, Medanore fired back.

He aimed his return at the baseline on the backhand side of Byodoin. Moreover, after the tennis ball flew out, its rotation suddenly accelerated, like a flying dart, hitting the corner quickly and accurately.

"Medanore's skills are truly terrifying!"

Several members of the French team nodded secretly.

Captain Camus said, "This is normal. He became famous for his technical ability in the European Youth Army training camp. In addition, he defeated Germany's Polk head-on in the training match."

Swish!

Toono folded his hands and said with disdain, "Defeating Polk is a thing of the past. I don't think his body, which has been repaired after serious injuries, can last for 15 minutes."

"asshole!"

opposite.

The players of the Spanish team glared angrily.

"Calm down."

Vice-captain Frio shook his head and said, "The game has just begun. For the two of them, this is really just a warm-up. The real showdown will probably have to happen after 100 goals."

One hundred balls?

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

That means it was Frio who said this, otherwise, they would probably question it on the spot. But even so, everyone was full of doubts. After all, a duel of 100 balls, even at the speed and power of the two people fighting now, would put a heavy burden on the body when reaching 100 balls.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

However.

What shocked them was that as time went on, the speed of the confrontation between Byodoin and Medanore was getting faster and faster.

“Hey hey!!”

Benbie's eyelids were twitching wildly.

If they continue playing at this pace, can these two really sustain a 100-goal confrontation?

But Frio next to him looked calm.

He knew very well that for Byodoin and Medanore, this level of confrontation was not even a test. At most, it could be considered a warm-up preparation. No, it was not even a warm-up!

Bang!

Suddenly.

Byodoin exerted force, and the tennis ball he hit caused the air to explode.

Boom!

The tennis ball lands.

The strong wind pressure blew up the dust on the ground, and the dust also obscured Medanore's figure and his sight.

"This kind of power?"

Outside the stadium, many people's faces changed immediately.

However, Medanore, who was on the court, seemed very calm. He swung the racket as before, and with a slight movement of the racket head, he hit the tennis ball back.

Chi!

but.

This seemingly random shot of his made a sharp sound in the air. Moreover, the speed of the ball was so fast that even many people who claimed to be masters could hardly keep up with it.

"Which ball is this?"

Some of the Spanish team players were shocked.

"28 goals."

Frio said calmly.

"28, not even one-third of it?"

Benbie was shocked again.

He was no mediocre player, and in addition to his top doubles skills, his singles skills were also quite good. But he had never seen such a fierce and intense duel.

"The fight between these two was even more intense than the singles match between Japan and Germany in the semi-finals!"

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

As time went by, everyone's shock gradually turned into numbness. Most of them could no longer follow the two's movements. In addition, the stadium was filled with thick smoke that obscured their vision because of the fierce battle between the two.

“That’s only 56 goals!”

Benbie clenched his fists subconsciously.

The duel between the two of them had already exceeded his normal maximum strength. However, this was only half of the 100-ball duel that Frio had mentioned.

More importantly, the two players on the field are still constantly improving the speed and power of their shots. If they continue to develop in this way, how terrifying it would be when they really reach the 100-ball stage?

"Medanore is fine, but this Byodoin."

Benbeteli glanced at the figure on the Japanese team's side of the court that was obscured by thick smoke, his eyes filled with doubt.

60 balls.

70 goals.

80 balls.

90 balls.

As the number of rounds between Byodoin and Medanore increased, there was a faint air current on the court, forming two huge clouds of thick smoke.

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Bang!

Suddenly.

Byodoin makes a move.

The tennis ball shot out like a cannonball, and after hitting the thick smoke on the opposite side, the smoke was instantly compressed in. Then, the huge pressure difference between the inside and outside suddenly took effect, forming a strong airflow storm.

“Nice shot.”

But in response, Medanore only spoke calmly.

Then, with very few people watching, he flashed in the dust and swung his racket quickly. With a bang, the tennis ball flipped back and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Tsk, I thought it was something amazing."

This was exactly the 100th goal, but for many people who had high expectations for the game, it was a bit of an exaggeration.

Even many players on the Spanish team secretly shook their heads.

"It seems that Vice Captain Frio made an error in judgment. What is that?!"

Suddenly.

A Spanish player who was still complaining in his heart suddenly felt something rushing towards him from the inside of the court.

However, he saw nothing until an extremely dangerous aura came over him, and his hair stood on end instantly.

"It's over."

Although he still didn't know what was going on, he instinctively felt an extreme fear in his heart. At the same time, his mind went blank and he was completely stunned.

Swish!

At this moment, a hand grabbed his hand and pulled it hard, barely pulling him away at the most dangerous moment.

Tear it up!

But even so, the Spanish player's jacket on the left side of his body was still cut open. The cool breeze made him sweat profusely.

"Whoosh whoosh"

The Spanish player was gasping for breath as if he had survived a disaster. He sat down on the ground as if all his strength had been drained out.

"What on earth happened?"

Several people nearby looked at each other, completely unaware of what had just happened.

"Everyone, retreat immediately to the outside of the wall."

At this time, the person who held the Spanish player, the vice-captain Frio, spoke with a serious expression.

Swish!

Facing his cold eyes, everyone shuddered. It was the first time they saw the usually smiling and friendly deputy captain showing such a serious attitude.

Faced with Frio's strength, even those who didn't know what was happening chose to retreat.

At the same time, on the Japanese team's side, all the players consciously retreated to the outside of the wall.

whoosh!

Whoosh!!

And just after they retreated for a moment, the sound of strong air friction was heard.

boom!

The next moment.

The hard cement floor was blasted open by the wind blades, and the gravel was scattered in all directions like bullets.

Boom boom boom!!!

The nearby walls were instantly blasted with holes that looked like bullet holes.

"hiss!!!"

Seeing this.

There was a concerted gasp throughout the stadium.

"This, this game."

The audience around was so shocked that they could hardly speak clearly.

The Spanish players who were originally closer to the court were sweating profusely, and they were extremely scared. The unlucky guy who was pulled back by Frio was even more horrified, and looked at Frio with gratitude.

Almost.

He was almost finished in the physical sense.

"so."

As a top player, Benbie looked at the court with a serious face: "Has this game entered the professional field?"

But, this is only the first serve!

He couldn't imagine how this game would go!

Bang!

And until 137 balls.

Medanore's return went off track and the tennis ball hit the outside of the boundary between singles and doubles.

"15-0!"

The referee spoke.

Medanore frowned and swung his right hand, then raised his head and looked at his opponent fiercely: "It seems that you have indeed entered a higher realm, Byodoin!"

The fight between the two men just now had already entered an all-round showdown in the areas of speed, strength, judgment, and mental strength.

Medanore, who was always known for his insight, failed to discover his opponent's weakness.

This is consistent with his prediction.

Compared to the original match, Byodoin's tennis has entered a higher realm.

"You surprised me too."

After scoring one point, Byodoin scratched his ear with the little finger of his left hand, raised his head and glanced over: "It seems that you have recovered well. I am curious, how long can you last in this game."

“Arrogant!”

Upon hearing this, a player from the Spanish team spoke up immediately.

Sizzle!

Sizzle!!

But the next moment.

A tennis ball that was emitting a faint arc of light slowly slipped from Byodoin's hand.

“That is.”

The moment they saw the light ball, the pupils of the Spanish team, including the vice-captain Frio, suddenly shrank: "Light hit the ball?!"