The Strongest Player in Sports

"Jun, Junsu?"

"Junsu!"

"Are you okay, cheer up!"

The Han national team member finally woke up and rushed towards the field with a stepping sound.

But Jin Junsu was lying in a pool of blood, without any reaction.

"Send to the hospital!

"Hurry up to the hospital!"

Coach Han Zaiyong yelled, his face full of anxiety.

Jin Junsu is his most promising genius.

He was also the one who waited for Park Longhe to leave the training camp to replace No.1.

But now he has been hit hard.

This made him angry but also a little frightened.

The Japanese team is too strong.

If you continue at this rhythm, it is very likely that you will have five winning streaks.

"Five winning streak"

Han Zaiyong trembled all over.

If the Japanese team is really five winning streak.

Then he, the coach, may become the sinner of the Han national team.

In the end, it may be promoted by the Nets Association.

Said that he was not capable enough to fully release the potential of the training camp players.

"Never make the Japanese team a fifth winning streak!"

Han Zaiyong trembled all over, thinking of his future end, he turned his head fiercely to look at Pu Longhe: "Longhe, in the next match, you will win even if you die!'

"Did you hear me!"

Speaking of last.

Han Zaiyong roared out, his tone of 383 full of anger and anxiety.

He doesn't want to be a scapegoat for failure.

I don't want to be accused by the Han society after the match is over.

So he can only hope that this match will win.

If this match can be won, four defeats and one victory, it can also be justified on the face.

"Yes!!

Park Longhe gave the coach a weird look.

But he didn't care too much, thinking it was Jin Junsu's injury that made the coach too angry.

And he also wants to win.

If it is really losing streak, it is not only Han Zaiyong who has a blank face.

But the entire han national team.

"The following is a singles match, please go to the arena for both players!"

There was a voice from the radio.

Park Long Ha took a deep breath, picked up racquet and walked towards the court.

The atmosphere that was originally depressed because of the four losing streaks, also gradually recovered as Park Yonghe stood up.

"It's Longhe!"

"Our leader of the Korean Empire is finally on the court!"

"Great, this match will definitely win!"

The audience in Han country was full of excitement.

Park Longhe is the main player of the Han national team, and is the core of the entire team.

In previous matches, the team has been rescued time and time again.

He is the strongest player in the hearts of Han Chinese.

"Longhe!"

"Longhe!"

"The Great Korean Empire is victorious!"

"Beat the Japanese team!"

The audience began to cheer. These cheers were not as messy as before, but very neat.

Thousands of spectators shouted Pu Longhe's name together and regarded him as the savior of the Han national team.

Under the attention of everyone, Park Long Ha came to the net.

"It seems it's my turn!"

Zongshen chuckled lightly and got up from his seat.

"It seems that this match is the match between the main general and the main general!"

Echizen Ryoga smiled, and his eyes were even more curious.

I am curious about what method Zongshen will use to destroy Park Longhe.

"Don't lose!"

Byodoin sneered.

"Don't worry, I won't lose!"

Zongshen strode to the opposite side of Park Longhe.

"It's that kid!"

"The devil that wounded contestant Sangwoo!"

"You devil, get out of here!"

"Yes, get out!"

After seeing Zongshen, the audience in Han country showed anger on their faces.

They can remember that Lee Sang Woo was seriously injured by Zongshen's goal and left the field sadly.

Thought of this.

The audience from Han country shouted and glared at Zongshen.

Some people even rolled up their sleeves and wanted to jump out of the stands and act on Zongshen.

what!

Zongshen listened to the sound in his ear and turned his head.

Eyes fell on the fans of Han country.

The tennis ball is weighed in hand.

Buzz!

A dazzling light set in to light up the entire arena.

The aura of destruction spread, causing the audience in Han country to breathe a (cffb) stagnation.

"What does this guy want to do?"

"He doesn't want to attack us, right?"

"Hello, is this kid crazy?"

Audiences from Han country who were still babbled, after seeing Zongshen's action, swallowed subconsciously.

"Three seconds!"

Zongshen smiled and looked at all Han audiences: "I will give you three seconds, shut up!"

"Otherwise, at your own risk!!!"

Talking.

Zongshen put down racquet and raised a finger at the same time.

"-!

"Guru~"

The audience in the Han country swallowed, and instead of being the same as before, there was a trace of fear.

"two!"

The second finger broke apart.

In the stands.

Thousands of audiences from Han countries sucked in air.

Looking at Zongshen with a smile at the corner of his mouth, they only felt a chill rushing into their hearts, making them tremble all over.

Snapped!

"three!"

Under the gaze of thousands of people, Zongshen broke off the third finger.

what!

It was almost instantaneous.

Thousands of spectators from Han country shrank their necks together, and the entire arena became silent.

No one dared to say a word.

"It seems that you are taking my words as deaf ears!"

Zongshen glanced.

Finally, I saw several Han Chinese standing in the southeast.

These Han Chinese people are not disobedient.

But I was so frightened that I didn't have time to sit down.

"Guru~"

The few people felt Zongshen's gaze and swallowed subconsciously, their eyes full of panic.

"Don't kill me!"

One of the Han Chinese was trembling all over, and fell to his seat.

The whole person was shaking.

boom!

The voice has not fallen.

A shining tennis ball runs through the tennis hall.

The tennis ball slammed against the scalp of those scared people and blasted on the wall of the tennis hall.

Boom!

There was a violent roar.

Countless debris flew across the sky, and smoke filled the sky.

"what "

There was a scream.

The Han people in the southeast were scared and screamed.

Holding their heads one by one, shaking all over.

"Shh~"

Zongshen put his finger to his mouth and made a gesture of forbidden to speak: "From now on, all be quiet, okay?"

The gentle voice spread throughout the court.

The audience in Han country trembled and looked at Zongshen with horror.

As Zongshen's gaze swept over, everyone nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"That's right!"

Zongshen chuckled lightly, his face soft.

The originally depressed arena seemed to be blown by a gust of breeze and recovered.

But the audience of each Han country shrinks in its own place.

I dare not make any noise at all!

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