The Strongest Player in Sports

"what should I do now?"

"Is the world professional class really invincible!"

"Ralph is not an opponent at all, the chance of winning is slim!"

The American team was in an uproar.

Although they knew that the world professional class was very strong, they did not expect to be so strong that Ralph was no opponent at all.

"You can only rely on Ralph himself!"

Du Du sighed and continued to watch the match.

The fighting between the two sides continued and became more intense.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly.

5--1!

Zongshen won the next round again, and the match entered the deciding round.

"Woo~"

Ralph gasped, sweat slipping off.

Half an hour has passed since the start of the match, and the long-term high-intensity confrontation caused a huge consumption of his physical energy.

However, Zongshen's situation is better than his own.

"You must fight quickly, otherwise I must lose in the end!"

Ralph whispered, his eyes sharpened.

He knew that if he continued, he must have exhausted his energy first and eventually failed miserably.

"You can only use that trick!"

Whispered.

He still has one trick that he didn't use.

And this trick is called Wrath of the Fallen Angel!

boom!

Zongshen didn't give him time to think. After throwing the tennis ball, Zongshen waved his arm down.

The fierce beating sound spread, and the beam of light pierced the audience.

"drink!

Ralph growled.

At this moment, the wings of the fallen angel bloomed with dazzling light.

The racquet in his hand shines brightly, and the obscure and cold breath lingers, making people feel terrified.

"Come on, hand Zongshen!"

boom!

Racquet waved and hit the bounced tennis ball hard.

Stabbed!

The tennis ball spins and shoots, and at the moment of passing halftime, it tears the central net in an instant.

Xeon had a ball with mighty force and slammed into Zongshen.

Boom!

The tennis ball hits the ground.

The entire arena shuddered fiercely and rumbling noises were heard.

"bring it on!"

Zongshen shouted.

A different dimension appeared behind him, blocking the surging air waves

However, the walls on the sidelines exploded in the first place, with spider-web-like cracks appearing.

Countless fragments flew horizontally, flying like bullets.

"careful!"

A soldier's complexion changed drastically, and he felt the horror of the ball.

It can be imagined what kind of power this ball will explode after contact with racquet.

Zongshen's eyes were serious.

Unexpectedly, Ralph still concealed such a trick.

However, he did not step back, but squatted halfway in a low drink, raising the racquet in his hand.

Buzz!

The golden light bloomed, lighting up the entire court.

A mighty force that surpasses the light hitting the ball swept away, so that everyone on the scene rested.

"Hit the ball, flying bird!!!"

boom!

The racquet waved in the golden light.

The rays of light seemed like sharp blades, instantly cutting through the turbulent air wave and hitting the tennis ball.

Smell!

Two strong forces raged.

The sound wave spreads like ripples, making people hurriedly pierced their ears.

The tumbling waves of air boiled and set off dust all over the ground.

Tweeted!

The loud voice resounded throughout the audience, attracting everyone's attention.

Under the violent impact, the golden light became brighter, and the sharp sound continued to explode.

Boom!

The tennis ball turned into a beam of light running through the court.

The extreme impact produces a brilliance.

In the brilliance of light, people seemed to see the figure of a flying bird, combined with a sharp voice, there seemed to be a flying bird crowing up to the sky.

"It's the form of skill again!"

Ralph's face changed drastically.

And found that this trick is more terrifying than before.

call out!

The tennis ball penetrates everything like a bullet.

The air, the air wave, and even the racquet in Ralph's hands could not withstand this terrifying impact, and they were pierced one after another.

boom!

The tennis ball hit the ground, and the ground burst instantly.

Cracks spread and deep pits appeared.

The impact of the tennis ball did not stop because of this, and it flew towards the stand wall without any reduction.

Boom!

The wall collapsed and the audience screamed.

Countless debris flew across, and the air wave rolled up like a storm.

Smoke and dust enveloped the audience.

15--0!

Zongshen scored.

The audience was silent.

It took more than ten seconds before the audience broke out in an uproar

"What a terrible ball!

"Is this the true power of the light batting technique? Who can catch this powerful ball?!"

"Professional level, this is professional level!"

"Although Ralph is strong, he is far behind the professional level!"

Every audience was shocked, and some even wiped their eyes, wondering if they were mistaken.

"This match should be over!"

Zongshen said in a deep voice.

The black air flow condenses to form the figure of the gods.

The mighty breath erupted from the body, sweeping around like a raging wave.

The audience around was breathing stagnant, and could not say a word anymore.

At this moment, Zongshen's momentum reached the top.

The surging air slammed into Ralph, making his face pale.

The breath produced by the different-dimensional gods is too terrifying.

Constantly slapped him, making him like a small boat on Wang Yang, as if he would be swallowed by huge waves at any time!

boom!

Zongshen moved.

The tennis ball flew from between the fingers, and the image of the gods behind him exploded with extreme power, and finally poured onto the racquet.

With a wave of a beat, a bright light blooms on the surface of the racket, as if the sun pierced through the sky.

Ralph stared at the ball blankly, without moving.

There is nothing hidden in this ball.

But he couldn't afford a trace of courage to fight back.

That kind of vast air wave hit the body severely, and the scene around 5.1 changed drastically.

The ghost of the gods appeared before him, staring at him coldly.

The flying tennis ball grew bigger and bigger, and finally it was as big as a mountain.

boom!

The tennis ball rushed past Ralph, and the ground vibrated violently. The gravel splashed and rushed around like a bullet.

The billowing smoke rose up, and the smell of burnt permeated the audience.

I saw a huge pit appeared, and the tennis ball was charred and deformed, and it was nailed in the crack.

30--0!

The arena is quiet.

Everyone looked at Zongshen blankly.

Their bodies were trembling, and their hearts seemed to be rubbed by a big hand, unable to continue beating.

Zongshen's strength is too strong, so strong that every American is desperate.

Can't afford any resistance!.

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