The Strongest Player in Sports

"It's really impermanent!'

Camus sighed.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that Polk would be desperate or even give up resistance.

"Zongshen's mental power has reached a level of horror.

Ralph gasped.

Even Polk could not resist mental oppression.

Then there is no need to think about the extent of Zongshen's spiritual power.

"Mental oppression is a mental technique that is partial to emotions. Now that Polk is deeply involved, I am afraid it will be difficult to break free."

Amadeus said solemnly.

"Doesn't that mean that Polk is defeated?"

Doron couldn't help asking.

"It depends on whether Polk can break free of spiritual restraint."

"If you break free, there may be hope of victory, but if you can't break free, the match will end here."

Camus shook his head and said.

When several people discussed, Zongshen has served again.

boom!

The last ball of the game fell and bounced out

5---0!

The match enters the deciding game.

As long as Zongshen scores a point, he will be able to clean 25 Polks and win the match.

"host "

The members of the de national team were silent.

They never dreamed that Polk, who was invincible in the past, would achieve such results.

And what made them the most unbearable was that Polk had no confidence in being beaten, and even lost the courage to fight.

Although I knew that this was because Polk was oppressed.

But even so, they still couldn't accept it.

"Referee!"

"We surrender in this match!"

Schneider stood up slowly and spoke after a moment of silence.

The words fell silent, and the audience fell silent.

Everyone showed a ghostly expression and looked at Schneider with disbelief.

Can't imagine why Schneider would say such a thing.

"You are crazy!"

Bismarck recovered, stood up with a squeak, and glared at Schneider.

This is the World Cup final, and the champion is just around the corner.

If they admit defeat in this way, they will definitely become a shame in the world of tennis.

"Otherwise do you think you can win?"

Schneider spoke blankly, then stared at Polk on the court coldly: "He has lost his belief in being a player!"

"Since it is a match that must be lost, what is the point of continuing?"

Cold and merciless words lingered in everyone's ears.

Polk heard this as if he was struck by lightning, and his whole body froze in place.

The breeze shook the corners of the clothes.

He raised his head stiffly.

What Schneider said echoed in his mind, and his body began to tremble.

"Have I lost the belief that a player should have?"

Polk murmured.

Recall what I did just now.

Obviously he could catch the tennis ball, but he was hesitant.

Obviously you can fight to your heart's content, but you don't know what to do because of self-doubt.

Obviously a lot can be changed, but he chose to give up.

The wind stopped.

The dancing corners of clothing slowly fell.

Unwilling emotions slowly surged from his heart, making him squeeze racquet tightly.

Raise his head, look around, and even his teammates.

But I saw deep disappointment from the faces of his teammates.

Polk's body trembled fiercely, and the unwillingness in his heart surged out like a flood, instantly filling his entire brain.

"continue!

A cold voice came from his mouth.

Polk looked up.

The absent-mindedness on his face has disappeared, but it is replaced by a desolation.

He is unwilling to give up the match.

And do not want to live up to the expectations of teammates.

Whether it is for the honor of the national team, or for the honor of being a professional player!

He will fight to the last minute to his death.

"I'm Polk!

"Even if I can't get even a point in this match, I will never take a step back!"

The high morale was boiling in my heart.

Polk's eyes seemed to be burning with fiery flames.

Schneider's words made him sober up completely, got rid of Zongshen's mental oppression, and returned to himself.

"Master!"

The national de team members saw the imposing Polk with excitement on their faces.

They knew that the philosopher who claimed to be leading to victory was back.

"Feel sorry!"

Polk whispered, then looked directly at Schneider: "Please give me one last chance, let me complete this match!"

"whatever "

Schneider closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were curved.

He didn't really want to admit defeat just now.

Instead, he wanted to stimulate Polk in this way, so that the other party would wake up.

Now he succeeded!

"Break free?"

Zongshen's eyes narrowed.

Unexpectedly, after Polk heard Schneider's words, such mood swings would occur.

Actually broke free of mental oppression in an instant.

"Handsman Zongshen, let's fight!"

Polk's eyes were sharp.

He lost his former calmness and became abnormally hot-blooded.

In the big drink, the tennis ball flew up.

With the fierce jump, his arm dunked.

boom!

Smash 137 vigorously.

With a loud roar, the tennis ball burst out.

The void was nailed through, the tennis ball rubbed against the air, and the surface burned with fiery flames.

A ball of flame pierced the sky, crashed and fell.

Boom!

The ground burst and spread out like splashes of water.

Countless fragments splashed, marking a trail in delay.

"Come on, Polk!"

Zongshen drank low.

Knowing that mental oppression is no longer valid, the only way to defeat Polk is to crush the opponent head-on.

And more importantly, it is now the decisive game.

He didn't need to save his energy.

So you can let go of a fight without any scruples.

Buzz!

The radiant light bursts out, the racquet is as bright as Suns, and the momentum is astonishing.

The arm swept away and hit the tennis hard.

The violent impact made his body tremble.

The turbulent power was transmitted to the arm through the racquet, a tingling pain came, and the racquet in the hand was almost unable to hold.

"A strong ball!"

Zongshen chuckled, his eyes getting sharper: "But it's not enough!"

boom!

Racquet swung hard and the tennis ball blasted out like a cannonball.

The air trembled, condensed into a cyclone and swept across the four directions, rolling up dust all over the ground.

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