Chapter 406: The Son of the Wild Bear of the German Team, Super Strength Vs. Super Strength!

"Unexpectedly, the German team actually lost."

In the stands.

There were expressions of surprise on the faces of representatives from various countries.

"Is this the strength of nine consecutive world champions?"

The black representative from South Africa raised his eyebrows lightly and said disdainfully: "It doesn't look like he's much better than us, right?"

"Don't be too cocky, Nofi."

The tall South African coach Gopel said solemnly: "The strength of the German team is beyond your imagination."

"Okay, I get it now."

A young black man named Nofi was scolded and kept his head down.

but.

After teaching his players a lesson, South African coach Gopel narrowed his eyes and looked at the German team with deep meaning, especially the strongest high school student.

The momentum of winning the World Cup for the ninth consecutive time can indeed make everyone feel scared and desperate.

but.

When the boss showed the blood bar, most of that indescribable sense of oppression had disappeared.

Yes.

The German team is very strong.

And it's incredibly powerful.

From the beginning, even in the context of everyone chatting, he was regarded as an invincible existence.

However.

The result of this warm-up match, especially when the German team's No. 4 Michael Bismarck, who also served as the team's vice-captain, and the junior high school student No. 2 Elmer Seyfried lost 2-6 to their opponents, What was originally impossible has become the possibility of change.

"Next, the second warm-up match will begin."

"The German team representatives are Rudolf Belk (senior grade 3) and Kevin Krause (junior grade 2), and the Japanese team representatives are Tanegashima Shuji (senior grade 3) and Toyama Kintaro (junior 1)."

"Please prepare both players."

After the host finished speaking, the audience's eyes fell on the contestants on both sides.

Because of the first game, many people also noticed that the strength of the Japanese team did not seem to be as weak as expected.

certainly.

More spectators still support the German team.

It is no problem to say that the title of winning nine consecutive World Cup titles is unprecedented and unprecedented.

This not only represents strength, but also an indescribable heritage. Not to mention the Japanese team, even the other three teams in the big4 are difficult to shake.

"Is it that Rudolf Becker?"

On top of the stands.

Dudu, a black member of the American team, said in surprise: "It is rumored that he has begun to turn professional. If the World Cup is postponed for another month, the German team will have four professional players!"

"Four professions?!"

Balentin's eyes widened.

Not to mention four, their American team still doesn’t have a single active professional player. Of course, Reinhardt's strength is already at a truly professional level.

only.

In order to hide his own presence, Reinhardt chose to keep a low profile. Otherwise, the professional players in this class will definitely not only include Polk and Amadeus, as well as two other doubles professional players.

“Professional players are also divided into strong and weak players.”

At this time, Reinhardt next to him shook his head and said: "I once watched Belk's game at a certain challenge tournament. His skills are indeed very good, but there is still a considerable gap between him and Polk. gap."

"Forehead."

Hear the words.

The corners of Balentin's mouth twitched.

Dudu also looked emotional.

The two looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. You know, a figure like Polk may not come out in ten or twenty years.

Thinking of this, Balentin sighed: "Sure enough, top players and us are in two completely different worlds."

"Let's watch the game."

Reinhard shook his head and fixed his gaze on the Japanese team, the young man with snow-white hair and dark skin: "This person seems to be the No. 2 of the Japanese team?"

"How do you feel, Kintaro?"

After entering the court, Taneshima looked at the red-haired boy next to him with a smile.

"so happy."

Yuan Shan was lively and active. After entering the stadium, he kept looking around, put his hand on his forehead, and looked carefully at the spectators in the seats who were in a very warm-up state.

"Eh?"

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the phalanx of junior high school students wearing white short-sleeved shirts, and he couldn't help but excitedly said: "It's Kenya, Zaizen and the others! Shiraishi, I saw them!!!"

The young man turned around and shouted excitedly to Shiraishi outside the court.

"Um."

In response, Shiraishi smiled and nodded.

He was not surprised that Toyama was able to get the qualification to play. In terms of strength, this super newcomer from Shitenbao Temple was no worse than Atobe who played just now.

Taneshima also feels very reliable. He believes that this game Toyama will definitely surprise the audiences from all over the world.

"What's going on with this kid? Is the redneck coming to town?"

However, many white spectators, and even the German team's own players, frowned secretly.

The red-haired kid in front of them was just like the savages living in the wilderness in those movies, making them instinctively feel disgusted.

"Is this kid just entering junior high school?"

Rudolf Becker, the tall and tall young man sent by the German team, looked at the distant mountains in surprise.

"That man is very strong!"

At this moment.

Behind Becker, a raging voice came. Turning around, he saw a young man with a strong build and over 1.8 meters tall, looking at his opponent fearfully.

Kevin Krause.

12 years old.

First grade of junior high school.

Ranked 3rd among German U17 junior high school students.

In terms of ranking, he is not as good as Seyfried. But when it comes to strength, Seyfried may not be his opponent.

Nothing else.

Klaus's brain isn't working very well.

Although he is very tall, according to the doctor's diagnosis, his current mental ability is no different from that of a five or six-year-old child. This is the so-called special group of people who are born with low intelligence.

In the ranking of the German team's head coach, he ranks lower than Seyfried. If it weren't for his extraordinary talent, it would be a question whether he would be selected based on his intelligence alone.

So.

Before the start of this World Cup, it had been hidden in the snow. But because junior high school students were participating, special arrangements were made in order to make up for the shortcomings of the German team.

"That high school student?"

Hearing Klaus talking to himself, Becker raised his eyebrows slightly.

He has seen Yue Zhi's strength before, it's not simple. And if Bismarck hadn't lied, the other party seemed to have hidden a lot of strength.

What makes Becker even more afraid is that such a figure is only ranked fourth in the Japanese team.

The guy in front of him named Zaneshima was ranked second.

to him.

You must be cautious enough, after all, Klaus's personal ability is strong. But being placed in doubles, it was basically just a scrap.

Uh-huh!

Sudden.

While Becker was thinking, Klaus suddenly raised his racket and pointed at the red-haired boy opposite: "You are very strong! Let's play with Klaus!"

"Um?"

Hear the words.

Everyone, including Becker and representatives of the German team outside the field, showed surprised expressions.

"No, Kevin would actually take the initiative to challenge a junior high school student?"

"That red-haired kid is probably not a simple character either!"

"Yes, Kevin's beast-like intuition is very accurate. He must have sensed a threat from the other party."

The representatives of the German team looked at the distant mountains and suddenly became surprised.

"It's actually this kid?"

Becker narrowed his eyes and looked repeatedly at the laughing young man opposite him.

He believed Klaus's hunch that the junior high school student opposite him might be really not simple.

"It's strange. This year's Japanese team seems to be a little too strong, right?"

Thinking like this.

Becker walked to the net and chatted with Taneshima.

"Hello, my name is Rudolf Becker."

"Taneshima Shuji."

Taneshima smiled and nodded at the other party.

There is some kind of special tacit understanding between the masters. The two of them immediately felt that each other was not an ordinary player.

"It's really weird."

Becker was very puzzled.

The Japanese team's points ranking is not high, not even half of the German team's. As a result, the masters feel like they are endlessly emerging.

"Could it be that the other party arranged all the top players in the team to participate in the warm-up match?"

Becker secretly guessed that this seemed to be the most likely scenario.

"Indeed, it is not easy to meet the top team that has won nine consecutive World Cups. If we can win one or even two wins, even if we fail to reach the quarterfinals in the World Cup, it will be enough to make us famous!"

"If I were the coach of the Japanese team, I would do the same thing."

"but."

As soon as his mind changed, Becker secretly shook his head and laughed: "You are lucky if you can win one game. I will not conserve my strength like Michael to make you proud."

immediately.

The two sides began to draw lots.

"You're lucky."

Becker, who guessed heads, couldn't help laughing when he saw the result: "Then, let's have a good fight."

"Um."

Taneshima responded with a smile.

He could feel the deeply hidden sense of superiority in the other person. Although this man acted very gentlemanly, his inadvertent expression clearly showed contempt for him.

However, Taneshima, who has always been indifferent, did not care about this.

certainly.

He is also very interested in the strength of his opponents. However, he also keenly felt the fighting spirit between the red-haired boy next to him and the tall, bear-like boy across from him.

"The game begins, and one set determines the outcome."

"In the first game, Kevin Kraus of the German team served, and the game ended!"

The referee's voice fell.

The audience's eyes were all looking at the tall brown-haired boy at the bottom line.

"Kevin."

Becker, who was in front of the net, turned back and said: "Go and unleash your power."

"Um."

Klaus, a tall boy, replied in an angry voice.

"No, isn't it?"

Hear the words.

The junior high school students of the German team outside the court were shocked, and even Seyfried's eyelids couldn't stop jumping wildly.

"Polk."

Bismarck, who serves as the vice-captain, frowned and said: "If Kevin is serious, something will happen, right?"

"Not urgent."

Polk, who served as the general, seemed unusually calm. He just said calmly: "Let's take a look first and then talk."

"Um okay."

Bismarck nodded helplessly.

Despite this, he was still very worried. This was just a warm-up match after all. If the opponent's players got into trouble, it would still have a significant impact on the German team.

Moreover.

He had another layer of conjecture in his mind.

"Polke..."

"No."

"He's not that kind of person."

Bismarck shook his head secretly.

If it were the main players of other teams, they might use the opportunity of warm-up matches or group matches to cause irreversible damage to the players of other teams for a period of time.

But.

Polk would definitely not do that.

The opponent's idea was to lead the German team to win the World Cup championship with a dignified and upright crushing attitude, and complete an unprecedented ten consecutive World Cup championships!

This was Polk's dream.

And the opponent, whose understanding of tennis had reached a level close to philosophy, would not and would never allow anyone to tarnish his dream.

"So. Just a test?"

Bismarck thought so, and his eyes fell on the court, the boy with a physique as strong as an ox and a body as burly as a bear.

Kevin Krause.

Although he was born with low intelligence, he had a terrible physique that ordinary people could not reach. Because of his terrifying power, he was called "Son of the Wild Bear" by many high school students in the German team!

Once he got excited, no one except the top five high school players could stop him directly.

Huh!

At this time.

After Krause threw the tennis ball up, he jumped up high, aimed at the tennis ball, and smashed it hard.

"This height?"

Seeing this, Qian Shi's face suddenly changed in the junior high school area of ​​the Japanese team: "This guy's jumping ability is too terrifying, isn't it?"

Although the opponent's jumping height is not as high as his, the physique of the two is not at the same level at all. With the size of this junior high school student of the German team, the serve he hit was like a heavy tank firing a cannon. Who can resist it head-on?

Bang!

Sure enough.

The next moment.

The tennis ball was seen like a cannonball, smashing towards the opposite side.

"Hiss!"

Instantly.

The whole stadium was filled with the sound of countless people inhaling. Many female spectators even subconsciously covered their eyes with their hands and dared not watch any further.

In their opinion.

If the red-haired kid who was responsible for receiving the serve dared to receive this serve, he would probably be blown away.

Because, such scenes had been played out constantly when Klaus first entered the German U17.

However.

Just when everyone thought that the short Yuanshan would choose to play in a way that avoided the sharp edge, he moved.

Ta-ta-ta! !

The boy moved quickly, and after approaching the landing point of the tennis ball, he raised his racket and faced the tennis ball that bounced off the ground, and swung the racket out without hesitation.

"Is this guy crazy?"

"That's Klaus's [Bear Serve], it can kill people!"

"Too stupid! It's just ignorant of life and death!"

The German players reacted differently, some were surprised, and some were sarcastic. No one would think that this boy, who was only about 1.5 meters tall, could hit the tennis ball back.

Bang!

But the next moment.

The sound of the ball hitting the ball, like the collision of metal and iron, was heard.

"Very powerful."

Then, Yuanshan raised his head and smiled. Then, he exerted force on his right wrist and threw the tennis ball out.

"What?"

"Hit, hit it back?"

"Are you kidding? It was hit back with one hand?"

Seeing the tennis ball flying back, the whole audience exclaimed. Everyone looked at the short red-haired boy and felt extremely shocked.