The Holy Lord Of Tennis, Starting From Seriously Injuring Amadeus!

0001 The streets of Bern The king of court! Holy Lord? !

Swiss.

It was a scorching afternoon afternoon.

A street court in the eastern district of Bern.

In the court at this time.

A young man of about 17 or 8 years old and a boy who looked like a noble boy of 14 or 15 years old were having a one-sided tennis match.

He clearly has an advantage in terms of age, but it is the former who is at a disadvantage.

"Bang——"

"Bang——"

While the sound of hitting the ball continued to sound.

outside the court.

There were more than twenty "street gangsters" dressed in various colors who stopped to watch.

"Come on!! Raphael!!"

"Raphael!! Backhand him!! Cheer up!!"

"Damn it...if we lose like this! If word spreads, our Cang Snake Court will be humiliated!!"

The "gangsters" watching had different expressions.

Some were cheering for the older man named "Raphael" in the court.

Some already showed worried and anxious expressions.

But.

The truth is very cruel.

A few minutes later, the 14 or 5-year-old boy in the court swung his racket and hit a frontcourt chop.

Rafael tried his best to save, but in the end he was one step short.

He could only watch the tennis ball fall to the ground in front of him, and then bounce out of the court in an arc.

The score of this goal made the noble boy standing in front of the net raise the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a playful and smug chuckle.

"Haha, it's over!"

"6-4! Not bad! You, the person sitting in the Cang Snake Court, are better than the guy in the White Horse Court a few days ago!"

"According to the rules of your Holy Lord Association, when I come from now on! You all have to get out of this court! Right?"

Henry Nobel III said, picking at the defeated Raphael with the racquet in his hand.

In his eyes, there seemed to be some disdain for the person in charge of the Cang Snake Court.

As a talented tennis player recognized by the new generation of Swiss.

Henry Nobel III also considered himself to be the most dazzling rising star among the young generation of junior high school students!

Genius gentleman!

It’s a title that belongs exclusively to him!

But......

Growing up in Bern, he heard about someone two years ago!

Or.....

Be the owner of a title!

Holy Lord! !

This title is undoubtedly extremely eye-catching!

rumor.

This guy called "Holy Lord" is an orphan.

Don't know why.

At the age of 10, he started hanging out on the streets of the eastern district of Bern.

At the age of 11, he is already capable of defeating adult tennis enthusiasts.

At the age of 12, he took control of all the street courts in the east district of Bern and established the Holy Lords Order!

With his tyrannical tennis prowess, he wiped out all the "ball tyrants" in the East District who tried to get involved in the street courts and benefit from him.

When he was 13 years old, all the street courts in the four districts of Bern were unified and taken over by him.

The title of the opponent's "Holy Lord" has also spread throughout the street tennis world.

Bern's four districts: southeast, northwest and northwest.

Now there are only three street courts in each district, for a total of twelve!

The twelve courts are named after twelve special animals.

And they want to rob all the benefits that these twelve street courts can earn, and take away the right to speak of the Bern street courts.

We must defeat the people in charge of each of the twelve courts!

Then you can defeat the "Holy Lord"!

Naturally, many people were dissatisfied at first and came to challenge!

But obviously.

No matter how many come.

Seventy percent fell into the hands of the twelve sitters chosen by the "Holy Lord".

The remaining 30%, although they defeated the twelve people in charge, were directly beaten by the "Holy Lord" when they challenged the "Holy Lord" and ended up in the hospital.

Since then.

Of all the street and amateur tennis players in Bern, almost no one wants to join the four district street court anymore.

As a world tennis power, Swiss naturally does not have truly top tennis players.

But those people don't care who belongs to the street court.

Those who care about the benefits generated by the street court do not have the strength to shake the "Holy Lord".

And a month ago.

Henry Nobel III became interested in the Order and became a new challenger.

Cang snake court.

It was the sixth court he challenged!

His purpose is naturally not to obtain the monetary benefits generated by the so-called street court.

Nor is it the momentum brought by the control of the court.

He just wants to prove it.

I am more talented than this guy named "Holy Lord"! Stronger!

You are a lowly guy from the street court, but you can’t get on the stage!

...

"Damn it!! Don't be so arrogant, you guy!!"

"Damn junior high school student!! Who do you think you are?! How dare you provoke the Holy Lord Association like this!!"

"Asshole!! Apologize!!"

"Too arrogant!! Do you really think you can defeat everyone here?!"

Everyone in the court, led by Raphael, had angry expressions on their faces.

If they lose the game, they can admit it.

But the arrogant attitude of the junior high school student in front of them was unforgivable to them.

Faced with the anger of Raphael and others, Henry Nobel III sneered: "They are really a bunch of rabble..."

"Forget it! I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you guys!"

"For the next game, I will inform you of the person sitting in the West District Mintu Court in three days! I, Henry Noble III, will defeat..."

Just when he wanted to leave the name of the court he wanted to challenge next, he turned around and left.

"Click——"

The originally closed wire gate of the court was pushed open from the outside.

This voice made everyone present subconsciously turn their heads and look over.

I saw an Asian boy about 14 or 5 years old appearing.

Height above 1.75 meters.

He has short black hair and piercing eyes that give people an unusually cold feeling.

The lower jaw is as sharp as a knife.

Wearing a light gold jersey jacket.

Even though it's a little loose, it can't cover up the other person's tall figure.

And his appearance made Raphael and others freeze up, and soon they all shouted excitedly: "Boss!!"

Then they all ran towards each other, ignoring Henry Noble III in front of them.

Their title also made Henry Nobel III's eyes widen.

Boss? !

That is to say......

This boy is what he is looking for...

Holy Lord? !

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