Tennis Era: Only I Awaken U17 Skills

Chapter 33: Wang Bule Was Seriously Injured And Comatose, At A Critical Moment! ! !

At the same time, a court in Area B.

"Yo, it's only a few balls? It's not enough? Don't you want me to show you how to swing the ball?"

The tall Zhao Huaqiang put the racquet on his shoulder with one hand, and looked at the little fat man opposite him with a wicked smile on his rough face.

Wang Bule was out of breath, his body was bruised and purple, and there were many abrasions. The swelling on his cheeks made him unable to open his eyes. Although he was still holding the racquet, his whole body was already crumbling.

But Zhao Huaqiang, who single-handedly created such a situation, seemed to turn a blind eye.

Still using the reprimanded tone of the seniors, he said: "Strength players need to cultivate not only strength, but also the ability to resist blows! In order to guide you, I have worked hard!"

At this moment, Wang Bule only felt that his whole body was being burned by fire, and the burning pain was extremely painful. His stomach, which had been hit by the wave ball several times, seemed to have shifted his internal organs, and his consciousness was drowsy.

There was fear in his eyes, he opened his mouth with great effort, and squeezed out a voice: "I, I give up..."

boom!

Before the words fell, another powerful tennis ball hit Wang Bule's stomach heavily.

"Cough! Cough!!"

What he was going to say was immediately interrupted by a violent cough. This time, Wang Bule fell down clutching his stomach, unable to stand up again, and passed out completely.

Seeing this, Zhao Huaqiang clicked his tongue very dissatisfied.

It took so long to beat someone down!

The one who knocked people unconscious with one ball is pure nonsense! Or the opponent is weak and sick!

How could anyone else be able to do something that even he, the number one member of the twelfth Middle-School, couldn't do!

"Because the players couldn't make a comeback, Senior Zhao won this game."

Seeing this, the students who were referees quickly announced the result of the competition.

However, Zhao Huaqiang stared over dissatisfiedly, and asked, "What's the matter with you? Did he abstain?"

"He, wasn't he just about to say it?" Facing the main election of the tennis department, this member of the logistics department directly lost a bit of momentum.

"Then he finished these two words himself?!"

"No, no, but it's not the senior you hit..."

"No means no waiver! The game is going on normally!" Zhao Huaqiang raised his brows and stared, feeling full of oppression.

"Yes Yes."

The student referee was so frightened that he took half a step back and had no choice but to confess.

After dealing with the referee, Zhao Huaqiang turned his head to look at Wang Bule who was lying on the ground, even so, he didn't give up.

"What's wrong? It's not going to work? Get up!" He yelled, while still serving him continuously, letting the tennis balls smash past the unconscious Wang Bule one by one.

Sometimes it's the head, sometimes it's the arm, sometimes it's the ankle.

They aimed at the key parts of the human body, but every time they were a little bit off, the tennis ball hit the ground with a thud, which made people worry.

"Isn't it a little too much? The lottery is divided into one group. They just saw that Zhao Huaqiang also inherited the wave ball, so they asked for some experience. As for such a deadly move?"

"Could it be that he offended Zhao Huaqiang?"

"No! I have fought with this little fat guy. He is indeed a freshman with great potential. He has a good personality and is always cheerful. He doesn't flinch when he loses, and he doesn't feel arrogant when he wins. He doesn't look like a troublemaker either. !"

"They're all from the same class. Who doesn't know Zhao Huaqiang's temper? He doesn't need that person to offend him when he messes around. It's already a reason why he doesn't like it."

"But you can't play tennis like this anyway? Isn't this just intentionally hurting people!"

"This is too domineering! What about the other main elections of the tennis club? Is there no one to take care of it?"

"The other main elections didn't have any competitions, and they probably went home long ago. As for the minister, I saw that he was called to the office by the principal before the start of the competition."

The voice of dissatisfaction spread.

Accidental tennis injuries happen from time to time, but such bad situations are really rare!

Although there are tennis players who take advantage of the rules and attack the body in today's tennis world, even if they are strong, they cannot have a good reputation!

Even power players usually just confront each other head-on, and the injuries are the injuries, but the game is over and it's over.

"Hey! I'm the same power player as this kid. As a senior, is it wrong for me to teach?!" Zhao Huaqiang was dissatisfied with the growing condemnation outside the court, and he shouted loudly.

"If anyone of you can't understand it, come up and fight for him!"

This voice immediately dumbfounded everyone present.

Who is Zhao Huaqiang?

No. 12 Middle-School's number one power player! The strength also ranked second in the tennis department. Only the minister Feng Qingyue, who is all-round in all aspects, can win steadily. The rest of the main candidates, no matter how good their skills are, can't even catch Zhao Huaqiang's ball.

These people are either just substitute players, or they are not even members of the tennis club. Even if they want to become a member of the tennis club and participate in the competition, they still have self-knowledge.

Knowing who is firmly seated in the right position is impossible to be pulled down!

"Come on! As long as you beat me, it's all right, and it doesn't matter if I give you my spot in the tennis club!"

Zhao Huaqiang yelled at the crowd very arrogantly, and the grinning smile on the corner of his thick mouth was unbearable.

He dared to say such a thing because he was confident of his own strength.

In school, only those with strong tennis skills have the right to speak!

Seeing that everyone was silent, Zhao Hua let out a strong snort, then spit thick phlegm on the ground, mockingly: "Trash."

Everyone's faces were ashen, but still no one dared to stand up. They knew that even if they went up by themselves, they could only end up in the same fate as this freshman student, and even taking the initiative to provoke would lead to even worse.

Zhao Huaqiang turned his attention to the unconscious Wang Bule.

Thinking of what Feng Qingyue told him yesterday, he felt extremely disdainful.

This level is also worthy of provoking the backbone of the twelfth Middle-School power player after him?

What a joke!

Similarly, he had long since had enough of Captain Feng Qingyue's usual way of telling him what to do.

The tennis team should put strength first, so why should they play some so-called rookies?

He also only let him play against people who are also powerful players like himself. Obviously, he only needs one shot to defeat those weak chickens who have no skills!

Don't you have expectations for this little fat man?

Then let him find another one!

Thinking of this, Zhao Huaqiang grinned grimly, threw the tennis ball up again, and hit it ferociously.

This time it's the wrist, but it won't deviate!

The tennis ball roared out, mixed with astonishing power.

As they flew, the complexions of many people with good dynamic vision changed completely.

This pitch is!

It's dangerous! ! !

Just as everyone was anxiously witnessing the impending tragedy of the useless hands.

"boom!"

There was a sudden explosion from nowhere.

When Zhao Huaqiang's tennis ball was about to hit Wang Bule!