The Strongest Player in Sports

"Doubles a match, 6 to 2, Hyotei wins!"

The whistle blew and referee announced the final result.

"Won!"

"Win the second match!"

"Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng!"

The Hyotei group cheered loudly, and everyone's faces were full of excitement.

That's Seigaku!

The champion of last year's national competition!

In the team, there is a super strong team like Zongshen~!

But they won two games in a row, and the victory-is just around the corner.

"Feel sorry!"

Kikumaru and Oishi walked off the field, with deep-frustration on their faces.

Successive victories made them feel strong.

But this match let them know their shortcomings.

It is clearer that compared with real masters, he is no longer at the same level.

"It's ok!"

Zongshen shook his head.

He saw the efforts of the two.

However, Akuto's strength is too strong, even if they use their full strength, they are not opponents.

"This year's Hyotei is very strong!"

Tokugawa looked up in the direction of Hyotei, and said in a cool tone.

"maybe!"

Zongshen nodded, but quickly shook his head again.

This year's Hyotei is indeed very strong.

But he knows that the reason why these two matches will lose is because Oishi is not strong enough.

"Next is the minister who will be able to win!"

Mutsu Yuma laughed.

He has no worries and doesn't think Seigaku will lose at all.

Because the Champions League has clear regulations.

Each match can only send up to three high school students to play.

Hyotei's strongest Akuto and Tsukimitsu Ochi, one appeared in doubles and one appeared in singles three.

So they can rely on three singles to pull the score back.

"The minister will surely get back one round!

Yukimura said with a smile, her tone full of trust.

"Yes!"

Fuji on the side also nodded.

Zongshen did not answer.

But the movement in his hand did not stop, he grabbed racquet and walked towards the court.

As soon as he left, it instantly caused a shock in the arena.

"It's the hand Zongshen!

"The world's first middle school student!"

"Is he finally going to play?"

"It seems that it is not so simple for Hyotei to win. Who can fight against Zongshen?!"

The surrounding audience was in an uproar, and everyone's eyes were filled with excitement.

The reporters who had looked bored were also excited.

Zongshen is different from everyone else.

At only 14 years old, he led the team to win the French Grand Prix.

The reporters who came to watch the match came for Zongshen.

"Jun Zongshen is finally going to play!"

Shiba Saori was so excited that he grabbed the camera and kept shooting.

"I wonder if Hyotei will be on the court!"

"But no matter who is on the court, the result should be the same?"

Inoue Mamoru also sighed.

He was very concerned about Zongshen since he was from China.

If two or three years pass, he knows best how fast Zongshen's strength is growing.

soon.

There was another commotion.

A figure stood up in the direction where Hyotei was.

"It's Tsukimitsu Ochi!"

"The former minister of Hyotei, known as a spiritual assassin!"

"He and his hand Zongshen are both U-17-military members. This is a good show!"

"Haha, I don't know who will win!"

The audience became excited, knowing that the next match would be different from other matches.

This is a real master showdown.

The two came to court under the spotlight.

"I still use the five senses!"

Zongshen stood in front of the net and said comfortably.

"Can't ask for it!"

Tsukimitsu Ochi raised his head, revealing his eyes under his long hair, his eyes filled with sharp light.

In a battle with Zongshen last year, I lost to the five senses.

When we met again this year, he naturally wanted to try to crack this trick.

"Seigaku vs. Hyotei, singles three match, Zongshen serve!"

The referee blew the whistle.

Zongshen walked to the serve area and patted the tennis ball lightly.

The spirit is condensed, and the momentum changes.

The tennis ball splashed between the fingers, and the racquet in his hand pressed hard.

boom!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew out.

In people's sight, the ball is like a golden light beam, instantly penetrating the court.

Tsukimitsu Ochi's complexion was like ten thousand years of ice, without the slightest change.

Taking a step back, racquet lashed over.

...For flowers...

Snapped!

The high-speed ball just bounced, it was easily caught by him.

With the force of the arm, it flew back.

call out!

The piercing sound exploded, and the tennis ball fell to the ground with extreme speed.

However, there was a figure blocking him early.

boom!

The dull roar exploded.

The tennis ball made a purple thunder, and the speed was terrifying to the extreme.

He quickly fell behind Tsukimitsu Ochi and bounced out.

Thunder slam!

15--0!

Tsukimitsu Ochi frowned.

He knew that this move was Zongshen's stunt, although he didn't use his full strength, the ball speed was also above 260KM/H.

"Are you so strong?!"

Although I know that Zongshen is very good.

But knowing is completely different from personal experience.

The speed of the ball hitting back was as high as 260KM/H, which made him feel the tremendous pressure.

"moonlight!"

"Don't expect me to be merciful!"

Zongshen chuckled.

"bring it on!"

Tsukimitsu Ochi nodded.

Since he wants to know the gap between himself and Zongshen, he naturally does not want Zongshen to hide his strength.

"That's optimistic!"

Zongshen let out a low laugh, and violently tossed the tennis ball.

boom!

There was a fierce whipping sound.

The dropped tennis ball disappeared instantly, and three overlapping sounds appeared.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

When people saw it, tennis had already appeared out of bounds.

"what?!"

The audience was taken aback and hurriedly watched.

After seeing the tennis ball outside the field, his eyes were full of shock.

too fast!

Soon, even the shadow of the ball has never been seen.

"Referee, don't you judge the score yet?"

Zongshen turned his head and smiled.

"Ah oh oh!"

Referee regained his senses, but a touch of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Because the speed of the ball was too fast, he did not see whether it fell within the effective area, so he could only signal the assistant referee to watch the video.

By slowing down through the video, the assistant referee to the reaction situation.

"Effective ball, 30 to o!"

The referee blew the whistle.

There was an uproar in the surrounding audience, and their eyes were full of incredible. Xi.

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