The Strongest Player in Sports

Chapter 333 : Byodoin Temple underestimated (2/7)

"Guru~"

"Brother Sang Sang Woo!"

All the members of the Han national team were chilly and looked at Li Xiangyu lying on the ground in horror.

I saw Li Xiangyu lying on the ground, his blood stained the ground red, without any movement.

And the smoke dissipated.

The appearance of the entire arena has also emerged for it.

After seeing the situation on the field, everyone in Han country was all over.

Some people even collapsed on their seats due to fright.

One ball!

Zongshen destroyed half of the field with just one goal.

Scary cracks spread all around.

Most of the stadium was destroyed.

"How is it possible?!"

"Isn't that kid a student of the second grade?"

"Why? Why is his goal so powerful?!

"Who can tell me what the hell is going on! "Three eight three""

Every member of the Han national team had their eyes widened and looked overwhelmed.

Among them, Park Longhe swallowed even more.

A crazy thought poured into his brain and made him tremble.

That is, Zongshen is indeed a middle school student, but his No.1 is not born out of thin air.

Rather, it was won by one's own strength.

"Snatched?"

The emergence of this thought made Pu Longhe look all over his body, and fear emerged in his heart.

"Why are you still standing here!"

Sudden.

Coach Han Zaiyong looked at all the players and yelled: "Hurry up and take Xiangyu to the hospital!"

"Huh? Oh!"

The Han national team came back to their senses.

Looking at Li Xiangyu lying in a pool of blood, he rushed onto the court and carried him back.

Then the medical team was called and taken to the hospital.

"Woo~"

The Han national team members breathed a sigh of relief together.

When looking at Zongshen, there was a little more horror.

Zongshen only used one goal to let the audience know his strength.

"Teach the coach, shall we continue to compare?"

A Han national team member asked tremblingly.

This is an international challenge, so five matches must be played.

Now they are losing streak three games and eliminated early.

There is no need to continue for the remaining two games.

"Do you want to escape?

Pu Longhe glanced coldly at this team member, as if looking at a stupid pig.

This is the home court of Han country.

Thousands of viewers and various media watched it.

If they lose, the outside world will at most scold them for their weakness.

Then they can cry for sympathy.

But if you concede defeat after three defeats, it is an escape.

When the time comes, the entire country will condemn them for cowardice.

so.

Regardless of whether they win or lose in the next two matches, they must go on.

"Junsu!"

"Singles two are handed over to you!"

Park Longhe turned his head to look at a very beautiful player next to him, and said in a deep voice.

"give it to me!"

Jin Junsu nodded heavily.

Then picked up racquet and walked towards the court.

As soon as he left, the surrounding audience woke up.

After seeing Jin Junsu, everyone's eyes widened.

"Jin Junsu!"

"He, he's on the court!"

A scream resounded throughout the audience.

The audience of Han country who had been in a low ebb, their faces flushed with excitement.

"It's Junsu Ouba!"

"Finally it's Junsu Ouba's turn to play."

"Good-looking Oppa, come on!"

There were screams from all around, and the girls flushed with excitement.

More excited than seeing Li Zhiyuan before.

"who is he?"

Omagari looked confused.

Looking at the appearance of the audience in Han country, it seems that this player named Jin Junsu is very powerful.

"Jin Junxiu, the first genius of the Han national team!

Nishikawa Ryuuma's eyes narrowed: "He is a sophomore in high school. He was once invited by the French U-17, but he was rejected in the name of playing for his motherland.

"Is one of the star twins of the Han national team, and the most popular existence!"

"E?"

"Invited by the French team?"

Everyone was a little surprised to hear this.

France is ranked third in the world and its strength is obvious to all.

"I heard that he has a special physique. Once he is too excited and angry, he will enter a demon form, and his strength will be greatly increased!

"So he was called Demon Junsu again!"

Mori Yakumo spoke, telling what he knew.

Although the opponent is a sophomore in high school, he ranks second in U-17 in Han country.

The strength is good.

"Devil Junsu?!"

Zongshen was taken aback, and naturally remembered Kirihara Akaya in the original book.

The opponent can also be demonized.

"But no matter how powerful the opponent is, it won't be our opponent!"

Echizen Ryoga smiled, then looked at Byodoin Temple.

Jin Junxiu of the Han national team may be really capable.

But it is a pity.

The second singles is the Byodoin Temple.

An overlord player.

"Humph!"

Byodoin snorted coldly, looking at Jin Junxiu, a dangerous arc was outlined at the corner of his mouth: "I hope it will not be the same as the other members of Han country, it is disappointing!"

Finished.

He took racquet and walked onto the court.

The two came to the court and stood far away across the net.

"I heard you are a middle school student?"

Jin Junxiu licked his lips, his eyes filled with aggression, but soon he sneered again: "Whether you are a middle school student or not, you will definitely lose in this match!"

"Huh!'

Byodoin police gave the other side a glance, and there was a little cold light in his eyes.

Then he ignored the other party and turned away.

"Arrogant kid!"

Jin Junxiu noticed Byodoin's contempt for him, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the back of the opponent and shouted, "Fifteen minutes!'

"It only takes me fifteen minutes to deal with a junior high school kid like you!'

Qi Zhang's words spread throughout the audience.

5.1 Byodoin, who had just walked to the service line, suddenly turned around.

Looking at Jin Junxiu with fierce eyes, the atmosphere of destruction suddenly enveloped the audience, like a wave.

"Only you rubbish?!"

boom!

The raging breath rushed out frantically, weighing heavily on Jin Junsu's body.

Jin Junsu was hit by the breath and had difficulty breathing.

"Both sides prepare, han national team serve, the game ends!"

The referee on the side was afraid of a conflict between the two and hurriedly blew the whistle.

"cut!"

Jin Junxiu recovered from his aura, his face looked a little ugly.