The Strongest Player in Sports

Chapter 557 : Five world professional class (7/7)

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the whole stadium was shaking.

The tennis ball is like a meteorite, and after cutting through halftime, it descends in front of Medanore.

“Come on, hand Zongshen!”

Medanore growled.

This match is a professional match.

So no one can back down.

Once backed down, it was a disastrous defeat.

The dark dark light shone over the racquet in his hand, and the light was as deep as the dark night.

In the face of Zongshen’s strength, he can no longer hide.

“The bullfighter’s horns!

A cold voice came from Medanore’s mouth.

Black brilliance blooms.

The aura of destruction spread to the audience, as amazing as a volcano.

Boom!

racquet waved.

The loud noise of the thunder burst spread around like ripples.

Taste!

Sharp and piercing sound waves swayed, and the cracking sound exploded. I saw the glass and fragile objects around the stadium suddenly burst, and the sharp debris was flying like a wind and snow.

“careful!”

“Quickly avoid it!

“Danger!”

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The audience in the auditorium was horrified.

Seeing the sharp crumbs, I dared to sit still, and hugged his head quickly, his eyes were full of fear.

too frightening!

Many people even regret buying this ticket.

Watching this match is too dangerous, and you will get hurt if you are not careful.

Boom!

The tennis ball rubs against the air.

It seemed as if a bull was rising up to the sky and roaring, stepping on the air unscrupulously, and waves of air spread like a tide.

The sharp double corners draw an electric light, as if to pierce the void.

Zongshen’s complexion was dignified.

Felt a deadly threat.

boom!

The court shook, and it seemed that a stone was thrown into the lake, which immediately caused countless ripples.

The solid red earth shattered, and stone chips flew like bullets.

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

The debris is small though.

But under the extreme impact, it has terrible power.

Zongshen quickly lifted the racquet to block, but the sharp debris still slashed across the bare arm, leaving bloodstains.

The audience trembled all around.

At this time, the row closest to the stadium was completely vacant.

In the face of the terrible confrontation between the two, no one dared to watch it up close for fear of being affected.

Boom!

The tennis ball finally bounced after it was covered with dust.

Come rushing like a bull horn.

“Hands Zongshen!”

“Now you give me a hit back!!!”

Medanore yelled, and the original cold face became more public.

This is his stunt bullfighting.

Used at the professional level, it contains terrible power.

He believed.

Even if Zongshen takes over, he still has to pay a sufficient price.

what!

The words just fell.

The blazing brilliance cut through the audience.

The oppressive, destructive, and fierce breath erupted like a mountain torrent.

Medano Lei raised his head fiercely and looked at Zongshen.

A touch of horror appeared in his eyes.

In his eyes, the white light had already divided the smoke and dust into two halves.

It is like opening up the world, separating the airflow.

Through the dust, a figure appeared behind Zongshen.

The figure is like a god, and his face is ruthless.

boom!

The ear-splitting sound rang.

When he regained his senses, his horns flew back upside down, and then fell to the ground in a loud noise.

The ball is like a bomb.

Everything is broken at the moment of falling.

A sharp afterimage flickered, and the tennis ball flicked past his ears.

what!

Medanore clearly felt the edge of the ball.

Cut the surface of the skin like a sharp blade, a bloodstain spread, and warm blood flowed.

“Different dimensional gods!’

Binghan’s voice came from Medanore’s mouth.

Then, ignoring the others, he quickly chased after the tennis ball.

what!

The figure blocked in front.

As racquet waved, the whole body’s power was concentrated on a beat.

Boom!

The thunderous loud noise spreads, the ultimate power spreads like ripples, and a series of sonic booms are heard in the air.

But he still underestimated the ball.

Zongshen, who has understood the true meaning of different dimensions, contains the mighty power of God in every blow.

Taste!

The racquet in his hand cannot bear it.

With a cracking sound, Racquet snapped.

The tennis ball and racquet flew horizontally, drew an arc and crashed to the ground.

30–15!

Zongshen leads.

The audience fell into silence.

Everyone watched this scene dumbfounded.

From Medanore’s swing to hit the ball, to Zongshen’s easy return.

The middle process was so fast that they didn’t even react.

“But you are not the only one who has entered the world professional level!”

There was a chuckle.

Everyone woke up and looked hurriedly.

I saw Zongshen standing under the different-dimensional gods, his eyes flickered with cold light, and the power surging from his body was frightening.

“World professional class?!’

“What does Zongshen mean?”

“Has he already stepped into that field?”

“Not only that, according to him, Medanore seems to be a world professional master!”

“This, how is this possible?!”

All the audience were in an uproar, their faces were full of disbelief.

Well known.

There are only three world professional masters 553 in the U–17 range.

They are Edmund, the main player of Switzerland, Norman, the main player of France, and Luke, the main player of France.

The first two are professional players.

Although Luke did not change his job to a career, his strength is not bad at all.

But now it seems that there are two more world-level professional masters in the world.

They are Zongshen and Medanore.

“Is the minister already at a professional level?”

Oishi was very excited.

“Fool!”

“It’s a world professional class!”

Atobe pressed two fingers between his eyebrows, and corrected his words.

It’s easy to become a professional player. You can play professional games as long as you join the club.

So the pro-level strengths are uneven.

Only the world-professional masters are the real powerhouses who can run wild in the whole world.

Although only the difference between two words.

But there are essential differences.

“World professional class!”

Shoujia whispered, a flash of fire flashed in his eyes.

As long as he can reach this level, he is qualified to challenge his brother.

“One day, I will also be so strong!

Yukimura whispered.

The World Cup is like a cloud, which broadens his horizons.

When he was not in junior high school, his and Sanada’s goal was to create their own history in junior high school for three consecutive years and create three consecutive national championships.

But in retrospect, how ridiculous this goal is. .