The Strongest Player in Sports

"As long as you can defeat Zongshen,"

Siwani's face was cold, but his heart was hot.

Although he signed with the club, he is basically an unknown professional player who can only participate in some domestic matches.

Otherwise, you won't come here to make money.

Zongshen is different.

Although he is only fifteen years old this year, he has become famous all over the world.

Known as the Federer of his boyhood.

In terms of fame, it can be said to throw him ten streets.

"If this match can win, and then I find some tennis advertisers to help me promote, my reputation will definitely skyrocket!"

"Maybe I can still participate in some international competitions at that time!"

Siwani whispered.

Stepping on top of a celebrity, although the means is shameless, but it is very effective.

When he thinks of this, his heart is full of enthusiasm.

"Send the "Seven Nine Zero" ball!

Zongshen spoke softly.

There is no ball right to choose from in the Shou Broadcasting game, and usually the challenger takes the lead to serve.

"call!"

Sivani took a deep breath, his eyes full of caution.

He knew the strength of the person in front of him, so naturally he would not underestimate it.

But thinking of the benefits after defeating Zongshen, it is bound to win this match.

what!

Toss the tennis ball.

The originally scattered spirit condensed in an instant, a silver-white radiance appeared in his eyes, and the aura on his body had undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Mental oppression!

Drink in a low voice.

Racquet slammed down and the tennis shot exploded.

This ball looks ordinary, just like an ordinary Flat ball.

But if you look closely, you can find the terrible ball.

Because it has no sound!

Any tennis ball flying out, even if it is light, will rub against the air and produce some noise.

But the ball didn't even make a sound of breaking through the air.

"E?"

Zongshen narrowed his eyes.

The moment I saw the ball, there was a hint of tension in my heart, as if the ball was difficult to hit back.

"It's Siwani's mental tennis!"

Flake exclaimed.

He has been here for a long time, and he also knows some masters.

Regardless of Siwani's physical strength, he is not a strength player, but a mental player.

Use mental serve to exert terrible mental pressure on opponents.

Maybe nothing will happen at first.

But as time goes by, the pressure will be greater, and eventually the opponent will have a nervous breakdown.

Many players who fought with him gave up tennis for this reason.

"Tension is just the beginning!

"The next mental pressure will become stronger and stronger, and you will gradually fall into a panic, even racquet can't even hold it!"

A touch of confidence appeared at the corner of Sivani's mouth.

He can become a professional player and naturally has his own stunts.

And mental tennis is his biggest hole card.

This method may not be effective for some international celebrities, but he believes that players of the age like Zongshen will never have much mental power.

As long as the comparison goes on, the one who wins in the end must be oneself.

boom!

The dull hit sound rang, awakening Sivani who had fallen into a sweet dream.

"what sound?"

He was a little surprised, then turned his head to look.

It was discovered that there was an extra tennis ball outside the bounds, bouncing on the ground.

"Could it be that the ball boy didn't clean up the tennis balls?"

Siwani was a little dissatisfied.

I think the ball boy in Duel City is too unprofessional.

"Hand Zongshen scored 15 to 0!'

The referee blew the whistle.

Siwani, who was dissatisfied, was taken aback for a moment, and then please shrink his eyes to pinpoints.

Zongshen scored?

What's the meaning?

Shouldn't I score?

He slammed his head up and looked to the other side, only to see Zongshen in a counterattack posture.

"Continue to serve!"

Zongshen chuckled lightly and put away the swing gesture.

Hearing this, Sivani finally reacted, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

Only now did he understand that he really lost points.

"What happened just now?"

"Why didn't I hear any movement?!"

Sivani looked dumbfounded.

Although he has not reached the world professional level, he is also a world-class master.

Even if you think about other things, it's impossible to fail at all.

After thinking about it for a while, I didn't understand it, so I could only give up and attribute the matter to my carelessness.

"Come again!"

Sivani opened his mouth and hit the ball again.

boom!

The tennis ball fell to the ground with a dull sound and then bounced quickly.

"It's really mental tennis!"

Zongshen's eyes flashed

Because he saw a ball that bounced, a trace of panic appeared in his heart again, and it was obvious that his emotions were affected.

"interesting!"

With a chuckle, there was more interest in his eyes.

There are not many spiritual masters, but Siwani in front of him is one.

boom!

With a soft sound, the tennis ball was knocked back by Zongshen.

Sivani looked at a ball flying towards him, and subconsciously rushed out to fight back.

But the moment he saw the tennis ball, his expression was in a trance.

"Um?"

He was taken aback, somewhat puzzled.

But the tennis ball has bounced, interrupting this doubt.

boom!

Racquet swept the ball and hit the ball back.

The ball is still the same as before, without any breaking sound.

"The interference has increased again?"

Zongshen felt a real spiritual power.

But he was not worried, instead a smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

The tennis ball flew over halftime, its flight path changed, and it came to the front like a whirlpool.

Racquet waved, the tennis ball returned the same way and fell in front of Sivani.

When the ball bounced, he felt a sense of panic inexplicably, as if the ball was extremely terrifying.

"This feeling again?"

Sivani's face was a little ugly, and he noticed something was wrong.

But soon I was attracted by another thing.

That is Zongshen never left the place from beginning to end. 5.1

"The kick I just hit was a diagonal kick, but why?"

Sivani was taken aback, as if he had forgotten something.

And these things were deliberately forgotten by him.

"In the end what happened?"

I was shocked and finally determined that something was wrong.

With a serious look on his face, Racquet swept the ball back to the corner of the court.

The ball is opposite to Zongshen's direction. If you don't move, you can't try to fight back.

But when the tennis ball passed halftime, it seemed to be dragged by something and moved towards Zongshen again.

"Is this a ball control?!"

Sivani's eyes narrowed.

Finally know what method Zongshen used.

Use the counterattack to control the direction of the opponent's counterattack, so as to control the opponent's ball path.

This trick is also known as the field in Japan!.

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