The Strongest Player in Sports

"Sung, Sungchan, and they also lost?"

The Han national team opened their mouths wide, with an incredible look on their faces.

They did not reverse the match.

The result was the same as in the first game.

"How can it be?!"

"Brother Cheng Chan is sixth in the training camp, how could he lose to a junior high school student!"

"Are these guys perverted?"

Everyone was in an uproar, and their faces were full of shock.

Park Longhe, who is the chief general of Han country, is even more somber.

They set this match as an open match, originally trying to put pressure on Zongshen and show their strength to audiences from all Han countries.

Unexpectedly.

In two matches, both were defeated.

It's really shameful to be thrown home.

"Xiangyu, we must win the third match!"

Park Longhe growled.

"give it to me!"

Li Xiangyu nodded his head.

The Han national team is already on the edge of the cliff.

If this match loses, it will be three losing streaks, and the Han national team will be eliminated early.

So whether it is to reverse the situation or to regain the face of the Han national team, he must win.

380 said.

Lee Sang Woo picked up the racquet and walked towards the court.

"It's Lee Sang Woo from the Han national team!"

Seeing those on the field, Xichuan Longzhen showed seriousness in his eyes.

"Is the opponent strong?"

Mutsu Yuma asked curiously.

"It's not very strong, but the opponent is ranked third in the U-17 of Han country, and it is still a bit strong!"

Xichuan Long nodded, then shook his head again.

Although the Han national team is arrogant, how can it be a country that can squeeze into the World Cup.

The basic strength is still there.

The top five players in the training camp have at least 24 points in the five-dimensional data.

The strength is not too bad.

"But for Senior Nishikawa, it should be easy to win, right?"

Zongshen chuckled.

The top players of a country cannot be underestimated.

But Nishikawa Dragon is really the number one in the former training camp, mastering several world stunts.

The third place against the Han national team should be caught.

"I will win for the team!"

Ryu Nishikawa really nodded.

Then picked up racquet and walked towards the court.

"Xixichuan Longzhen?!"

The originally expected han national (cffb) players were dumbfounded after seeing the players on the field.

They are very familiar with Nishikawa Dragon.

Former Japanese team player.

Only Park Longhe can fight the entire training camp.

But Nishikawa Ryujin, who has the strength of a master general, actually serves as singles three.

This shocked everyone.

"Why is it him?!

Lee Sang-woo, who was waiting for his opponent, looked stagnant.

Although he is ranked third, he is far behind the leader of a country.

The strength of the two is not at the same level.

"Singles three match, han national team serve, one game ends!"

The referee blew the whistle.

"Huh~"

Li Sangwoo took a deep breath.

Although he knew that Ryu Nishikawa was really scary, but this time was better than the Competition Guanhan national team, so he could not back down.

what!

The tennis ball was flying, and at the moment of falling, racquet dunked.

There was a fierce hit, and the tennis ball flew out like a bullet in the barrel.

"bring it on!"

Ryu Nishikawa is really serious.

This match is about whether the team can win, so he won't have any mercy.

boom!

The tennis ball bounced on the ground.

Nishikawa Ryuuma's arm muscles bulged and he shook his hand.

boom!

The loud crackling sound exploded.

The horror shocked the audience in the auditorium.

"What a terrible counterattack!"

They stared with round eyes, and even if they weren't the match, they could still perceive the horror of the ball.

Stabbed!

The tennis ball ran through the court, tore the air, and hit the ground hard.

boom!

After the tennis ball landed, a more intense sound exploded.

The invisible air wave rolled and dusted the ground.

Li Xiangyu's heart sank.

Holding the racquet tightly with both hands, he quickly rushed towards the bouncing tennis ball.

Boom!

When racquet touched the tennis ball, his eyes shrank and he felt the ultimate power from the ball.

The emergence of strength made Li Sang-woo's arms painful.

Only!

Racquet got out, and the tennis ball blasted on the wall behind him.

Boom!

A cracking sound exploded, and the sky was full of dust.

Li Xiangyu turned his head stiffly.

I saw the wall behind him burst in a ball and a deep pit appeared.

This scene made his scalp numb and swallowed.

The audience fell silent.

All the audience were shocked by Nishikawa Ryuuma's ball.

"What are you kidding?"

"Tennis blasted the wall into a big hole?"

"Is this still tennis?"

The surrounding audience stared with round eyes, with ghostly expressions on their faces.

"Referee, haven't announced the score yet?"

Nishikawa Ryujin turned his head to look at referee.

"West, Nishikawa Dragon really scored, o is 15!"

Referee swallowed, but still reacted immediately and waved the flag.

"Xichuan Longzhen!

Pu Longhe's expression was hard to see the extreme.

They were put together.

It was totally unexpected that a strong like Nishikawa Ryujin would serve as singles three.

Although Li Sangyu's strength is good.

But want to deal with a country's chief general, but it is still a bit worse.

"Senior Xichuan is really amazing!"

Tohno laughed out loud.

Hanging the Han national team players continuously made him feel refreshed.

"When dealing with despicable people, naturally you can't be merciful!"

Oni Jujiro said in a deep voice.

In his view, to deal with a mad villain, what we have to do is to control violence with violence and defeat the opponent with absolute strength.

Only in this way can we teach the other party a profound lesson.

boom!

While the group was talking, the match on the court continued.

Nishikawa Dragon really shook his pat.

A golden light bloomed from the racquet, lighting up the entire arena.

Boom!

Racquet hit the tennis hard, and the aura of destruction rolled like a raging wave, spreading throughout the court.

Just hit the ball!

boom!

The tennis shots soaring.

A terrible ball tore the air and exploded the air, making a series of crackling sounds.

After the crash, the whole ground trembled.

Countless debris splashed, and spider-web-like cracks spread.

The smoke swept up and filled the audience.

Li Xiangyu looked at the ball, cold sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead.

This is a world-class stunt, and he has no courage to fight back.

Can only watch the tennis ball bang behind him.

Boom!

The walls burst and the stones splashed.

There was a sharp slap behind him, painful.

All the audiences in Han country were dull.

Looking at the cracked wall, a chill rushed into my heart.

Let them dare not make any sound. .

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