The Strongest Player in Sports

"I've only seen serve at this speed in Grand Slams."

Ralph sighed.

"Perhaps Zongshen has the strength to participate in the Grand Slam."

Kiko couldn't help but said.

"What are you talking about, Zongshen is already a player on the ATP list. If a Grand Slam is held, he can directly participate."

Du Du on the side replied.

When this word fell, everyone's expression was stagnant.

They almost forgot, Zongshen is already a professional player.

And also participated in various professional matches some time ago, and his points have entered the top 100.

If the four Grand Slams are really held.

Zongshen doesn't need to seek wild card spots at all, and doesn't need to participate in the qualifiers.

You can directly participate as the top 100 ATP.

"His strength can at least rank in the top five of the ATP!"

Amadeus said solemnly.

He has an understanding of his own strength, and if placed in the ATP, he should be able to rank in the top 100.

Zongshen defeated him, and now he is ranked more than 60.

So the real strength must be within 50.

"He has already surpassed us."

Ralph was silent for a while, then sighed.

He and Zongshen had a match two years ago, and there was still a battle.

In the past two years, the gap between the two sides has widened indefinitely.

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this.

Ralph is like this, how could they not be like this.

At first, he was obviously a player of the same level, but at this time, he was already far different.

This change makes them feel inexplicable.

"Is this your true strength?"

Polk's eyes were solemn.

Put aside the zero ball and the samurai smash in front.

The super high-speed serve at the back surprised him.

And he can see that this is not Zongshen's fastest serve.

"Serve it!"

Zongshen's voice came.

Polk, who had been lost in thought, woke up.

Take a deep breath and hit Racquet to the ground.

what!

The tennis ball flew from the fingers, and the racquet swept down.

With the sound of the hit, the tennis ball was divided into a light and shadow and disappeared from people's sight.

340KM/H serve.

Facing Zongshen's strength, he began to fight back.

Although the speed of this ball is not as fast as Zongshen's serve, it is also extremely amazing.

"You should know that I activated the sixth sense, so high-speed balls are of no use to me."

Zongshen shook his head and said.

He doesn't know where the tennis is.

Because the 340KM/H high-speed ball has exceeded the range that the naked eye can capture.

But it doesn't necessarily need to be seen to hit back tennis.

As long as you turn on the sixth sense, you can predict where the tennis will fall.

what!

The body rushed out and came to the left side of the front court.

Racquet swept across, and the beating sound rang.

When people looked at it, they found that the missing tennis ball had appeared on Zongshen's racquet.

As the racquet waved, the tennis ball flew back.

"Sixth sense?"

Polk frowned.

The sixth sense is a sense of foresight. If you can predict where the tennis ball will be, you are naturally not afraid of high-speed balls.

And Zongshen's explosive ability is amazing.

Once the position is predicted, it can completely catch up with the speed of tennis.

So he understands that no matter how fast he serves, it will not be effective for Zongshen.

boom!

The tennis ball fell to the ground.

He woke up immediately, and then hit back.

"Next is just hit the ball!"

Zongshen said.

boom!

The golden light burst.

The moment the tennis rushed through halftime, he beat it hard.

The shape of light batting skills: flying bird!

boom!

There was a loud noise.

The blazing light exploded, and the tennis shot went wild.

Because of the rapid flight, the tennis ball rubs against the air, producing a sharp and piercing sound.

With the golden light, it crowed like a flying bird.

"The shape of skills!"

Polk's eyes narrowed.

Knowing the power of this trick, he did not dare to be small.

Immediately stepping forward, racquet swept across.

Boom!

The ear-splitting sound exploded.

The powerful force is surging, and is transmitted to the arm through the racquet.

A tingling came and almost made him let go of the racquet.

But he reacted immediately and put his other hand on the racquet.

The baptism of power!

boom!

Swing hard with both hands and hit the ball back again.

A ball containing the power of terror flew out, splitting a wave of air instantly.

After falling to the ground, it directly crushed the ground.

"bring it on!

Zongshen's eyes were sharp.

I want to fight with my full strength and see how strong I am with my full strength.

boom!

Racquet waved and hit the ball back.

It is still the shape of a skill flying bird with a ball.

A ball containing terrifying power flew wildly, and golden light filled the entire court.

The aura of destruction swept through, making the audience breathless.

"The power is stronger."

Polk's heart beat, a solemn look appeared on his face.

He could feel that the flying bird is more terrifying than the flying bird just now.

A ball hit, as if it could destroy everything.

Before he could think about it, he immediately rushed out to fight back.

Boom!

racquet and tennis contact.

The air wave was centered on the hitting point and surged around.

The force of terror erupted, and the racquet creaked, as if it would break at any time.

"...1 Give me back!"

Polk drank low.

The muscles of both arms bulged and fought back.

The baptism of power!

A ball of terror tore the air, forming a vacuum zone.

However, Zongshen did not intend to stop the bombardment. Instead, he took the initiative to rush forward and used the flying bird to bombard again.

Boom!

There was a loud noise.

The air waves rolled and the dust flew up.

Seeing Zongshen so violent, Polk was startled.

But when the tennis ball flew, he had to fight back again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two fought fiercely on the court.

The tennis ball flew back and forth on both sides like a cannonball.

The solid ground exploded, and countless fragments splashed like water, marking (well) traces in the delay.

Polk was able to hit back Zongshen's light shot at first.

But after a long time, he discovered a terrible thing.

That is, Zongshen's strength has not diminished at all, but it continues to rise.

Look up.

I saw flames burning in Zongshen's eyes.

Behind him was a ghostly shadow.

The phantom of the gods seems to be Zongshen, and Zongshen is the god.

boom!

It is also the father of terror.

This ball is not only a flying bird, but also a force of different dimensions.

Polk's heart beat fiercely and wanted to hit back, but the power of the ball was beyond imagination.

Boom!

The fierce ball directly penetrated racquet and hit the stands behind.

The formidable force broke out and knocked down the stands.

The rumbling sound exploded, and countless dust flew up.

The audience in that position was taken aback, and hurriedly fled, for fear of being affected.

15---0!

Zongshen scored.

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