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

"What on earth is this?"

Feeling the dangerous breath coming towards him, Ou Bangdu felt a chill running from his feet to his head.

He was afraid instinctively.

Because his intuition told him that if he took the ball, there would be terrible consequences.

But.

The outcome of this game was no longer his business alone. The result of the game was related to whether the US team could advance to the quarterfinals. Whether Reinhardt and everyone's dream could be realized.

"Come on!"

Thinking of this, Ou Bangdu's eyes flashed with determination. Then, he gathered all his strength, swung the racket, and hit the flying tennis ball fiercely.

Bang!

However.

The moment the ball and racket collided.

Ou Bangdu's face suddenly changed. His right hand holding the racket did not touch a tennis ball, but a cannonball filled with lead. The terrifying impact force visibly bent the racket.

Crack!

In a flash.

Under Obondu's shocked eyes, the racket in his hand broke in the middle. At the same time, he was also affected by the power of the aftermath. He felt his body lighten and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

Under the horrified eyes of others, Obondu hit the wall heavily like a sandbag.

Boom! ! !

The next second.

The tennis ball flying with the broken racket slammed into the ground, and the terrible destructive power exploded. It directly blew a one-meter square pit in the ground.

Crash.

Broken stone chips flew all over the sky.

The entire stadium fell into a pin-drop silence. The fans and the players of the American team looked at the area that seemed to be hit by artillery fire, and everyone swallowed hard.

"1, 15-0!"

On the high chair.

The referee swallowed hard, adjusted his emotions, and then announced the score.

"What happened just now?"

After a long silence, a player from the American team asked in horror.

But no one answered him.

Most of them, like him, didn't understand what happened. Hopkins and others who had roughly guessed something were deeply shocked by the strength shown by Tokugawa.

"Light shot!"

Reinhardt said.

Players of his level naturally knew what this trick was. But because of this, his eyes looking at Tokugawa became more solemn.

"If I remember correctly, he is only a sophomore in high school?"

Hopkins said solemnly: "Such a character can't even be ranked in the top five in the Japanese team?"

"It's really exaggerated."

Reinhardt nodded.

The strength shown by Tokugawa is at least in the top ten in the world, and he can be the main player in all teams except the big 4. Even this light shot is quite powerful.

Of course.

The top players of other teams also have some trump cards in their bottom boxes. Tokugawa's strength is still not enough to shake their position. For example, Reinhardt himself is confident that he can hit this ball back.

However, just because he can do it doesn't mean that others can do it.

Just like Obondu who was blown away by the light shot, this kind of powerful shot has exceeded the destructive power of ordinary cognition. After all, in the cognition of ordinary people, tennis cannot cause such terrible damage.

"Dudu!!"

Balentin on the court ran over eagerly to see. But he saw that most of Obondu's clothes on the upper body were torn, and his whole face looked very bad and listless.

However.

What Balentin cares most about is his partner's right hand holding the racket before. At this time, Obondu's right arm was obviously drooping down, which looked completely different from his left arm.

"Could it be"

"I, I'm fine!"

Seeing his teammate's anxious expression, Obondu hurriedly struggled to stand up. But when he subconsciously tried to move his right hand, the piercing pain in his arm made him gasp.

"It's over!"

Seeing this, the expressions of the American players outside the court froze. Judging from the opponent's reaction, his right hand might have been fractured at the moment of receiving the ball.

"Don't be so stubborn."

Barentin stared at his partner with a serious expression: "Are you going to finish this game at the cost of ruining your tennis career?"

"Cough, cough, cough."

Facing his partner's questioning, Obondu coughed twice instinctively. It seemed that he was choked, and his black face was obviously red.

Then, he took a deep breath and said seriously: "If the success of the American team requires me to pay the price of my arm, I will never regret it!"

At the end, he looked at his teammates with an extremely serious look.

"This"

Barentin was also stunned.

He didn't expect that his partner would make such a decisive decision. He wanted to refute, but the other party's firm eyes made him tremble in his heart.

Balentin knew that if he were in Obondu's position, he would probably make the same choice.

Therefore.

He swallowed the exhortation that was on his lips.

"Let's stop here!"

But at this moment, a cold voice sounded. Everyone turned their heads and saw the captain of the American team, Reinhardt, walking to the edge of the court with a serious look.

"Mr. Referee."

He politely said to the referee: "Our American team chooses to forfeit this game."

"Ralph!"

Hearing this, Ou Bangdu's expression suddenly changed.

Because he knows very well how difficult and heavy the word 'forfeit' is for Reinhardt, who is determined to bring the American team to the top of the world and become the top team.

"I'm the captain, I have the final say."

However, regarding Obandu's reaction, Reinhardt just said calmly: "What's more, if the success of the US team is based on destroying the tennis careers of its own players. Then this so-called 'success', I I won’t want it either.”

"Ralph (Captain)"

These words stunned Obondu, Valentin and other players on the American team.

Originally, the American team's morale dropped due to the Obondu accident and Tokugawa's amazing display of strength. After Reinhard said these words, he reversed course.

"Don't worry."

Seemingly seeing the hesitation in his partner's eyes, Reinhard smiled and said: "The future is still long. Even if we lose this time, our successor will be in that position sooner or later!"

"team leader!"

Hearing this, the spirits of the junior high school students of the American team, led by Rocky Elvis, were also lifted.

Infected by Reinhardt, everyone clenched their fists and the fighting spirit in their eyes became even stronger.

"As expected of the captain of Team America."

other side.

On the Japanese team's side, Byodoin, Oni and others couldn't help but nod.

Ralf Reinhart.

This person's strength may not be the strongest among high school students. But this leadership temperament is something that few people can compare with.

What a pity.

The overall strength of the U.S. team is not strong enough. Otherwise, under his leadership, this year's U.S. team may really be able to reach a position that has never been reached before.

"Well, since the American team chose to forfeit, the Japanese team won this Doubles 1 match."

As soon as this statement came out.

The stadium once again ushered in a period of silence.

Team USA has forfeited!

Before the start of this competition, even the most optimistic people would never have imagined that the competition would develop to this extent.

Last week, the American team, which ranked fifth in the world rankings and second only to the top teams in the Big 4, was forced into such a situation by the Japanese team.

This further proves that it was no coincidence that the Japanese team defeated the Swiss team in the group stage yesterday. After all, today's American team is an elite team and has shown all its strength.

At this point, though, the game isn't over yet.

But everyone with a discerning eye knows that in this game, the Japanese team has already secured the victory in advance. What remains is whether the American team can win in singles to preserve the final dignity of the American team.

"Alain."

A moment later, when Obondu and Balentin stepped off the court, Reinhard turned his head and looked at the young man next to him: "You check Dudu's injury first. If necessary, you can take him to the hospital for further treatment." inspection.”

"I see."

Hopkins nodded.

Later, he stepped forward to check Oubandu's condition and said with a slightly solemn expression: "The situation is not optimistic. My initial judgment is that it is a fracture. But the specific extent requires more professional analysis with instruments."

"Um."

Reinhard nodded: "In that case, you and Chico will take Dudu to a nearby hospital for examination first."

"This way"

"It's okay."

Reinhardt laughed when he heard this: "Just leave the game to me. Although the opponent is very strong, the will of our American team will not give up so easily."

"Um okay."

The two thought for a while, they couldn't help much if they stayed here. Two more helpers were found, and the four of them left together with the injured Ou Bangdu.

"What a brutal game!"

Outside the stadium, representatives from other countries looked at the figures leaving and couldn't help but speak.

"yes."

The person next to him nodded.

His eyes stayed on the outside of the court, the big crater that was blasted out. It is unimaginable that this is really the destructive effect that tennis can produce.

at this time.

The staff is cleaning carefully. The referee team and the coaches of both teams are discussing the next game.

In the end, both sides confirmed that the pothole on the outside of the stadium did not affect the continuation of the game. However, that area was still cordoned off with isolation tape.

It looks like an unfinished construction site.

"Ahem."

While the staff was cleaning up, the referee also cleared his throat. He glanced at the spectators around him, and then looked in the direction of the American team.

"Next, the singles 3 match will begin."

"Ralph Reinhardt (senior grade 3) representing the U.S. team versus Shin Ishikawa (junior grade 1) representing the Japanese team."

"Please prepare both players!"

The words fell.

On the scoreboard in the distance, the names and age information of both sides were displayed.

"Wait, did I read that correctly?"

"That Japanese team player is actually a first-year junior high school student?!"

"Are you crazy? Even if they want to give up one of the games, they won't send out first-year junior high school players."

"That's boring. I wanted to see the best player of the American team and the best player of the Japanese team. The result is that Ralph is playing against a junior high school student. That's too boring."

Outside the stadium.

Many fans who didn't know much about the Japanese team shook their heads after seeing the information of both sides.

"Idiot!"

However, someone immediately retorted: "Look carefully, that person is Ishikawa, the real strongest player of the Japanese team!"

"That's right!"

"You don't even know Ishikawa. This is one of the players who can be ranked in the professional level in this year's World Cup!"

12 years old?

Junior high school student?

Professional level?

The fans of the American team and some other passers-by were scared. They wanted to refute, but when they saw that everyone else showed a serious expression, they swallowed back the words on their lips.

More importantly, as the player of the American team in singles 3, Reinhardt himself also showed an unprecedented solemn expression.

"Sure enough, it was still counted."

Reinhardt was very emotional.

In terms of comprehensive strength, the American team is indeed no match for the Japanese team. Therefore, he would adopt this three-pronged strategy. He thought that his opponent would be the Phoenix of the Byodoin or Oni Jujiro.

Or the former French team's destroyer Duke Watanabe, and the professional master of the German team Shuji Tanejima who blocked the technology.

But he didn't expect.

He would actually bump into this person.

Of course, this does not mean that Reinhardt is afraid of Ishikawa. On the contrary, when he formulated this tactic, he was already prepared for the opponent to adopt a strategy of changing players in singles 3.

He was naturally afraid of Ishikawa.

However, Reinhardt was more confident in himself. Because from the beginning, his target was never on the opponent, but on the German team's king player, who was called the [Philosopher to Victory].

Even Amadeus, Reinhardt was confident that he could defeat the opponent.

Now.

He met the strongest player of the Japanese team unexpectedly.

It means that he has defeated the opponent and used this victory to wash away the shame of the US team's previous two defeats.

Step!

Thinking of this.

Reinhardt picked up the racket and walked into the court confidently and calmly.

Step!

On the other side.

Ishikawa, who was locked in Reinhardt's eyes, also walked into the court with a smile.

"Although my team has lost."

In front of the net, Reinhardt said in a deep voice: "But I will use this game to prove that my team and players have always been the best!"

"Really."

Facing Reinhardt's fierce momentum, Ishikawa smiled like a spring breeze: "I am also looking forward to whether you, as the strongest player in the history of the US team, have entered the subsequent field of professional level."