Tennis: German Captain Creates The Strongest Era!

After misjudging the spin of the tennis ball, Seyfried nearly let the ball fly away.

Fortunately, he has rich competition experience.

Pulling the racquet up, the crisis was successfully resolved with Lob.

After that, he implemented his own tennis line-use defense as offense!

Defend your own court and arrange it in a watertight manner, leaving not even a blind spot.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

With such continuous exchanges, Seyfried could clearly feel that Beichen's return speed began to slow down!

"It seems that my method worked!"

Seyfried thought excitedly.

Off the field.

Some junior high school students started talking:

"This is Seyfried's signature tactic. He said that the best offense is defense. As long as he does not take the initiative to attack, no weaknesses will be revealed."

"But he is constantly looking for the opponent's weaknesses and delivers a serious blow in an instant!"

"It seems that he has found his own rhythm."

Bismarck curled his lips and said disdainfully:

"Idiot, take a closer look, who found the rhythm?"

Bismarck said so.

Only then did everyone observe carefully.

really.

If you look closely, you will find something is wrong.

Although Beichen's returns are getting weaker and weaker, but...

His range of activities is getting smaller and smaller.

Originally, the distance he needed to run was about four or five steps, but slowly it was reduced to two or three steps.

But now, he is almost standing still, only taking a step occasionally.

On the other hand, Seyfried.

The defense is indeed very good, but every time it needs to run all over the court and use a lot of strength to return the ball.

And the most puzzling thing is.

Every time he returned the ball, it was like being attracted by a magnet, and it naturally flew to where Beichen was standing.

"This... what is going on? Why is Seyfried hitting the ball around Beichen? This... what is the difference between this and feeding the ball?"

Everyone was stunned!

But Seyfried is in trouble.

Feed the ball?

How can it be!

He is not a fool, how could he feed the ball to his opponent in such a competition?

In fact, he didn't understand it either.

The ball he was clearly going to hit to the sideline flew towards Beichen inexplicably.

Once or twice, he thought it was a mistake.

However, this happened dozens of times in a row, and it can no longer be explained by mistakes.

But after only three minutes, he was sweating profusely.

Her blond hair was no longer flowing, but was wet with sweat and stuck to her scalp in a mess.

"Is it because... his return has a unique spin?!"

finally.

During the continuous return process, he guessed the reason.

But the more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt about Beichen.

In theory, there is only one way to do this.

That is, when hitting the ball, Beichen applies corresponding rotation to the ball.

After you hit the ball, the ball will spin accordingly due to the increased spin before, allowing the ball to automatically return to a position within one step of its surroundings.

However, no matter what, it only works in theory!

Can Beichen really accurately calculate the angle and force of the ball's rotation and let the tennis ball return to you as you wish?

How much experience and extraordinary ball control does this require?

But.

Looking at Beichen's casual approach, he had to believe that all of this was true.

"Even if it is really possible...I...I will never give in easily!"

Without any hesitation.

Seyfried gave up his best defense and used all his remaining strength to launch a powerful attack! !

Off the field.

Looking at Seyfried who had changed his offensive rhythm, Bismarck touched his chin and said:

"This kid is not stupid. He knows that if he continues to defend, he will only be killed by Beichen... But it seems that such stubborn resistance will only add laughter to Beichen disciples."

On the field.

Seyfried was like an invincible little strongman, stubbornly choosing to attack. Although he was using his arms as a chariot, he was clumsy and cute.

Beichen almost laughed out loud and said:

"Without a response strategy, giving up your best defense and rashly choosing to attack is a taboo in court."

"Bang!"

"You don't know how to adjust your swing angle, and your intentions are too obvious. I can tell where you want to hit with my eyes closed."

"Bang!"

"Focus on the frontcourt, but the backcourt is wide open. I am eager to win, but I can't do the rough and the fine, tsk tsk tsk..."

"Bang!"

"You have too many questions!"

Every time Beichen spoke a word.

He returns the ball with a little more force, and Seyfried's face becomes even more ugly.

Under the continuous bombardment, which was like a tidal wave, his arms had lost all feeling, and he could only swing the racket numbly.

When Beichen said the last sentence, "There are too many problems," finally.

This ball suddenly burst out with a bright golden flame!

Countless shimmering particles spread out across the sky, and the entire space was enveloped in white light!

"That is!"

The tennis ball seemed to turn into a golden flame that burned everything, whipped up a strong wind, and rushed towards Seyfried!

"That's...a light strike?!"

Everyone in the audience, one by one, was shocked. The momentum transmitted by that ball was overwhelming just by looking at it!

"Get out of the way!"

Some people couldn't help but remind them loudly.

Seyfried himself was frightened and froze in place.

That moment when this gorgeous tennis ball flew over.

He actually had the idea that he was going to be completely destroyed, so much so that he couldn't move at all! !

"Bang!!"

There was a loud bang.

Everyone quickly covered their eyes.

After a few seconds, everyone slowly took their hands away.

only saw.

There was a ball pit with a diameter of half a meter on the ground behind Seyfried, and the rubber floor exuded a hint of burnt smell...

Hiss! !

The entire audience gasped.

What the hell...is this still playing tennis?

This is killer tennis!

Especially the new junior high school students entering the training camp.

No one could have imagined it.

Seyfried, who was the all-powerful and invincible player in the youth training camp, was unexpectedly crushed so cruelly and ruthlessly.

And the overwhelming strength displayed by Beichen completely convinced them.

The high school students were not surprised by this result, because they were just as ignorant as Seyfried back then and were also crushed.

"If I read it correctly, the move just now was..."Light Shot·Yingyan", right? "

Bismarck restrained his cynicism and asked seriously.

QP nodded.

"That's right, only Beichen can hit this kind of light ball."

Light hitting can be regarded as the threshold to enter the world class. Many people can hit it, but if you can add light hitting to your own understanding, it will be different!

Even he did not dare to deal with the "Light Shot·Yingyan" that Beichen had just played.

Bismarck shrugged and said:

"I can only hope that this kid has not been psychologically affected..."

On the field.

Seyfried stood there in despair, his mind going blank.

Letru stood up to smooth things over and said:

"Okay Seyfried, come back to the team. If Beichen hadn't been merciful, do you think you could still be standing here?"

that's all.

Seyfried was helped down by several students.

Beichen didn't take the matter of defeating Seyfried seriously. After all, countless people like this so-called genius had been defeated by him.

After arranging today's training indicators for the high school students, he said to Retru:

"Coach, come with me."

Leitru followed him to the office, and Beichen took out a bound document from the drawer and handed it over.

"This is……"

Retru briefly flipped through a few pages and was amazed!

This is actually a tennis teaching book.

Although the format is still a bit rough.

But the content is all-inclusive, basically refining the principles of tennis, explaining it in a popular way, and explaining it in simple terms, which is very consistent with Beichen's personal style.

It can be said that all tennis instruction books on the market can be reduced to rubbish in seconds. As long as they are published, the paper in Luoyang will be expensive!

"This is the syllabus I have compiled in the past two years. I named it "Tennis Elements"."

"I can finish it in a month at most, and then you can use it to guide the team members."

"I will also write an abbreviated version. When the time comes, please help me publish it for tennis fans to learn from."

Beichen had just finished speaking.

Retru's original happy mood disappeared, and he said with some regret:

"Is it still the day to leave, Beichen?"