My Tennis Treasure, Starting From Polk's Retention!

0405 Self-resonance again!! A decisive battle that cannot be flinched!!

inside the court.

Polk looked at the imposing "Medanore" on the opposite side of the court and let out a long breath.

He didn't care what happened to Medanore in front of him.

He only knows one thing.

He's going to win this singles number two match!!

Not just the current second set, but also the second set after that!!

As the main player of the German U-17 team....

He will make his due efforts as the main player for the German U-17 team's nine consecutive championships!!

"boom--"

Without the slightest hesitation, three reserved lights burst out.

The jersey on Polk's body seemed to be shaking slightly.

He faced the phantom of the Seven Demon Kings behind "Medanore" without any fear.

same!!

A phantom that was exactly the same as him appeared faintly beside him.

"Shua——"

Accompanied by the pure white light, he was completely connected with that phantom.

A different dimension belonging to Polke has opened!!

And, did he also create himself from another dimension of himself!!

It is different from the self-resonance opened by only a ray of perseverance when competing with Byōdōin Hōō.

Under the three reserved lights, Polke's strength at this time has also reached an unprecedented level!!

Now he......

very strong!!

So strong that he didn't get used to his body for a while.

But!!

Even so......

For this guy standing across from the court...

There is still no 100% confidence to defeat the opponent.

No one in the audience was surprised that Polke also opened a different dimension.

For them, Polk has no other choice now, but to open another dimension to generate self-resonance, and go all out to fight against "Medanore".

"Medanore" on the opposite side of the court raised his eyebrows, and said leisurely: "I have a self-resonance with my own different dimension... I was still surprised when I learned about it from the diary written by that trash What about people!"

"After all, this is something that even I can't do..."

"Today, I witnessed it with my own eyes!"

"But... Polk! Do you think you can defeat me just by doing this?"

Polk did not feel any psychological pressure because of what the other party said.

He just took out a spare tennis ball from his pocket and raised his hand to throw it.

"boom--"

A verbal response is meaningless, a serve that makes the opponent unable to return is the best return for a tennis player!!

"Ah--"

"What an annoying guy!"

Seeing this, "Medanore" sneered.

Although the speed and impact of this ball played by Polk are enough to dissuade ordinary world-class players.

But in the eyes of "Medanore" at this time, this is just an ordinary serve.

Take a step under your feet and swing your racket out.

"fury---"

"boom"

At the same time as the sound of hitting the ball, a snake-headed "angel" behind "Medanore" has already attached itself to the ball.

He rushed straight towards Polk's position.

Facing this counterattack, Polke's muscles tensed up.

The phantom of another dimension beside him merged with him in an instant.

"Ahhh!!"

"The Baptism of the Vortex!!"

"boom--"

Facing the ball head-on, he swung his racket out.

The sudden force collision made his arms tremble continuously.

same!

Feeling the power of this ball, Polke also showed disbelief in his eyes.

Are you kidding me?!

The strength of his own swing is the most clear.

If you face Byōdōin Hōō under Alaya's knowledge, you can completely defeat the opponent.

but!!

Now my arm actually feels strenuous.

Even... If it wasn't for him not underestimating the enemy, he would have responded with a state of self-resonance.

I'm afraid he has no chance of even holding the racquet in his hand!

"Ugh—"

Although the ball completed the counterattack, a strong spin was added to the ball, resulting in a twisting force.

but!!

There was no fear at all in the eyes of "Medanore".

"Tat-tat--"

"Polke!! The baptism of the whirlpool with one hand is not acceptable! A tennis ball that can even hit back that trash just now...why did you hit it in front of me!!"

"fury--

greedy

"jealous--"

"Medanore" said in a cold voice, and his body rushed towards the one-handed "baptism of the whirlpool".

Without any hesitation, he swung his racket head-on.

Also one handed!!

Samael of wrath!

Leviathan representing jealousy!

Represents the greedy mammon!

At this time, the three demon kings of hell suddenly possessed the arms, racquet and body of "Medanore".

"¯||bang—"

When the sound of hitting the ball sounded again, everyone in the audience could feel that their hearts had been hit hard.

And Polk's one-handed "baptism of the vortex" didn't make the tennis ball pause at all on the "Medanore" racquet.

As if it was just an extremely ordinary swipe ball.

"swish"

The spin on the ball swept the entire court in an instant.

Seeing the appearance of this ball, a look of astonishment appeared on Polk's face.

Because he discovered that......

At this time, "Medanore" used one hand to play the effect of "baptism of the vortex" that he could only play with two hands.

But by the time his body reacted, it was too late for his other hand to hold the racquet.

Immediately.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and swing out again.

"boom--

"呵呵——"

The impact between the forces set off a wave of air.

The referee on the referee chair couldn't stop swallowing his saliva, for fear that the confrontation between the two in the court would "disaster" him, an outsider. (Qian Zhao)

Accompanied by the surge of air, the torsion of the ball ravages the sound of the racquet string in Polke's hand.

When the audience was silent, everyone watching the game seemed to hear the sound of "struggling" from the line.

And Polk's arm was also trembling constantly.

The racquet handle in his palm is also moving slightly, as if it will be separated from his palm at any time.

feeling of pain.

Powerlessness.

Polk gritted his teeth at this moment.

Hold on!! Hold on!!

As the person who pioneered the "baptism of the vortex", Polke knew very well that as long as he resisted the intensity of the first wave of torque, it would be equivalent to completing half of the counterattack.

The time in the blink of an eye made him feel as if several hours had passed.

"Patter-"

finally.

When the first racket string finally couldn't withstand the torsion of the ball body and broke.

There was also a trace of despair in Polk's eyes. .