The Strongest Player in Sports

New Delhi, India.

A burst of voices rang from the gymnasium and went straight to the sky.

"What are you doing!"

"A bunch of trash!"

"You can't even beat the Japanese team, get out of here~ go down!"

There were waves of scolding from the audience.

Looking towards the score board, I saw that the Japanese team had won three games in a row.

Doubles two match, 6 to 3!

Doubles a match, 6 to 4!

Singles three match, 6 to 2!

Even if the Indian team came up with the strongest lineup and dispatched players to the top ten in the training camp, there was still no change in the result.

"Tokugawa, good job!"

Zongshen looked at Tokugawa who walked off the court and smiled, then turned around and looked at Byodoin Temple: "Are you interested in playing?"

"Humph!"

"Not interested in!"

Byodoin snorted coldly.

The strength of the Indian team is so poor that he has no interest at all.

"Then Ryoga, go!"

Hearing this, Zongshen turned to look at Echizen Ryoga on the side.

"Um!"

"It can be used as a warm-up!"

Ryoga nodded, picked up racquet and walked towards the court.

opposite.

The area where the Indian team is located.

"Aren't you always very strong? How come you can't even win a match!"

The Indian coach snarled loudly.

Three losing streak.

They even lost streak three games.

And the target of the loss is the Japanese team, which ranks lower than them.

It is a shame to watch so many Indian audiences.

"this "

The Indian team stared wide-eyed.

Before the match, they didn't pay attention to the Japanese team.

But who would have thought that Zongshen were so good.

"The next match must be won, otherwise the Indian team will lose their face!"

The coach yelled and gave the order to die.

If the next two matches are still lost, then he is probably going to get out of this coach.

"Leave this match to me!"

Cruhan spoke and walked towards the court with racquet.

Although lost three games.

But if they can win the last two matches, the team can also save some face.

Otherwise, the home court five loses streak, but it will be really shameless.

"Next, the Indian team is playing against the Japanese team in the second singles match. Players from both sides are invited to go to the arena.

There was a sound from the radio.

Ryoga and Cruhan also came to the net and stood far away.

"You are the No.2 Kluhan of the Indian team, right?"

Ryoga took a close look at the other party, before waiting for the other party to answer, he said: "It doesn't seem to be special!"

"you "

Cruhan was taken aback, but he didn't expect that the other party would suddenly say something like this.

"Haha, just kidding, don't care."

Echizen Ryoga smiled and waved his hand, but couldn't see any apology.

"Humph!"

Cruhan snorted coldly, but there was no anger in the depths of his pupils.

He is the No. 2 of the Indian team and the Strategist of the team.

But it won't mess up my mind because of this.

"Both sides are ready, Japan Echizen Ryoga serve, one game is over!"

"The match begins!"

Referee blew the whistle, kicking off the match prelude.

serve area.

Echizen Ryoga slapped the tennis ball and then gently raised the ball.

boom!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew out quickly, pulling out an afterimage.

The speed of this ball is very fast, but for the Indian team's No.2, it is an ordinary goal.

"Do you have only this strength?"

Kluhan glanced, stepped forward, and he easily caught the bouncing tennis ball.

boom!

With the sound of the batting, the tennis ball flew backwards at a faster speed.

"It's really fast!

An exaggerated expression appeared on Ryoga's face.

But the body rushed out without a rush, as if he didn't care about the match, and knocked the tennis ball into the air.

Cruhan's eyes flickered.

He is an Indian Strategist, and his best is analysis.

Like a calculator, it analyzes the opponent's movements and calculates the point of the tennis ball.

"Your actions have been seen through you!"

Cruhan drank low, predicting where the tennis ball would fall.

what!

The body came to the left corner position.

There was a crisp sound, and the tennis ball was caught by Cruhan's racquet.

"See through?"

Echizen Ryoga tilted his head, as if thinking about the meaning of these words, and then smiled lightly on his face: "Then you see the scene where you were blown up?"

"what?!"

Cruhan was taken aback, not knowing what the words meant.

Buzz!

Brilliant rays of light bloomed from the racquet, and an aura of destruction swept all over.

Just hit the ball!

boom!

With a loud roar, racquet hit the tennis ball hard.

The strong force surged out and the tennis shot exploded.

………For flowers…

"what?!"

Cruhan's eyes widened.

While he was stunned, the tennis ball had already rushed to him.

He swung the pat subconsciously.

But the moment racquet catches the Let's ball, the vast power moves forward like a raging wave.

Taste!

Racquet groaned in pain, then broke apart.

Before Cruhan could react, the tennis ball hit him heavily.

Boom!

With strength moving forward, Cruhan flew out with a beat.

After hitting the wall of the stand, the whole person fell down and let out a scream.

"Uh, ah!!!"

A sorrowful scream came from Cruhan's mouth.

The heart-piercing pain spread throughout his body, causing him to convulse.

"Cruhan!"

"Are you OK?"

"Cheer up!"

The Indian team exclaimed, with anxious faces.

" asshole!"

Cruhan supported his body tremblingly, and the pain made him sweat.

"Can you still stand up?"

Echizen Ryoga carried racquet, smiling.

Although he blasted people into the air, he didn't feel any guilt at all.

"continue!"

Cruhan growled and got up from the ground.

Buzz!

It's a pity that what awaits him is another terrible goal.

The golden light spread to the audience, and the fierce breath made Cruhan's heart beat.

call out!

The tennis spike pierced the court and roared again.

The result is obvious.

Kluhan was blown away by a ball and hit the wall of the stand again.

"Guru~"

The Indian team swallowed.

The gaze at Echizen Ryoga was full of horror.

However, after seeing Cruhan's tragic situation, he was a little grateful that he was not on the court.

The match continues.

The result has not changed.

One by one the light hit the ball blasted out, shaking the entire court.

Kluhan was also bombarded countless times under the horrified gaze of all Indians, and suffered severe injuries.

Boom!

The golden tennis ball hit Kluhan.

Cruhan flew across his body and rolled his eyes.

This time he didn't stand up, but was fainted by a ball.

"The warm-up is over!'

Echizen Ryoga smiled, didn't look at each other, and walked off the field easily.

ten minutes.

The match ended in only ten minutes.

Indian team four losing streak!タ,

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