Chapter 411: The King of Two Losses in a Row, Ishikawa Vs. QP

Chapter 411 The king of two consecutive losses, Ishikawa vs Q·P

"Forehead!"

Looking at the broken stadium, the referee on the high chair had his eyelids twitching again and again, but finally he announced the score: "40-0!"

quiet!

The entire stadium was still in an extremely quiet state. Especially the players of the German team, all of them looked as if they had seen a ghost, looking at the red-haired boy who was gasping for air after returning to playing tennis.

The other party could actually intervene in this professional-level duel?

and.

Is the terrible destructive power caused by the ball just now really something that a junior high school student can do?

"Hoo ho ho"

On the court.

Yuan Shan's chest kept rising and falling, and his hand holding the racket was even trembling because he couldn't control his emotions.

but.

The young man's face showed the unbearable expression of excitement after trying something he couldn't do.

"How, how is it possible?"

opposite.

Becker, who had genuine professional-level strength, could not help but widen his eyes and find it difficult to calm down his emotions.

That was his winning goal. How could this junior high school student come back?

"No!"

"That's not true!"

"No way!"

The strong fluctuations in his own emotions caused the German team's No. 3 figure to completely lose the confident demeanor of a professional player.

"it's over."

On the side of the German team, staff officer Q·P shook his head secretly and said: "I didn't expect that he actually mastered the super-gravity tennis dimension!"

Bismarck was also extremely surprised, and at the same time, deep in his heart, a very complicated emotion of envy arose.

Super gravity tennis dimension!

If you continue on this path, you will not only become a professional player, but also reach the top professional level without any problems.

This was one of the paths he had been searching for but could not get into.

"This guy is really good."

Polk nodded slightly, but then said: "However, the high school student named Tanegashima's [hidden ball] on the last ball dissipated Becker's skills to a greater extent. Otherwise, it would be difficult for this junior high school student to Bring back the tennis ball.”

In short, this is a very coincidental thing.

Taneshima's ability and Toyama, who seized the opportunity at the critical moment, worked together to defeat the careless Becker.

And this proves one thing. Professional level is not invincible!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

At this time.

The distant mountains on the court are constantly being played with tennis balls. He responded with a professional player's trick, and was extremely excited at the moment.

call!

immediately.

He tossed the tennis ball up.

The whole person jumped up high, raised the racket and shouted: "Super million tons of fantasy luxury volcanic eruption ball!!!"

Boom!

There was a loud bang.

The tennis ball fell from the sky like a meteorite.

"Ruined!"

Seeing this terrifying serve, the junior high school students of the German team couldn't help but tremble.

They knew that Klaus, who was already frightened, could not return the serve no matter what. After all, even players of normal mental age may not be able to withstand such a blow, let alone Klaus, who has the intelligence of a 5 or 6-year-old child.

now.

There was indeed a nervous and panic expression on the other party's face. There was some kind of thought deep in his heart that was constantly overflowing, as if some kind of magic voice was constantly ringing in his ears.

As a result, Klaus's expression kept changing, sometimes panicked, sometimes ferocious, and his eyeballs gradually began to become bloodshot.

"Roar!"

finally.

His inner voice defeated his own fear, and under the astonished eyes of everyone, he shouted and rushed towards the tennis ball.

"Danger!"

"Klaus, don't be impulsive!"

"You don't want your arms anymore?"

Within the German team, there were exclamations from the players. But there was no pause in Klaus's movements. He raised the racket and suddenly pumped it out.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

The billowing smoke was instantly torn apart from the inside.

Whoosh!

then.

Under the astonished eyes of others, they saw the tennis ball flying back like a cannonball. With a thud, it hit the side of Yuanshan's backhand that had not yet landed.

"out!"

"competition is over."

"The Japanese team Tanegashima Shuji and Toyama Kintaro won, with a score of 6-4!"

"call"

After the referee finished speaking, Yuanshan suddenly broke into a cold sweat as he landed on the ground. He didn't expect that the opponent actually hit his serve back.

Uh-huh!

Think of this.

Yuan Shan subconsciously raised his head, but his eyes met with Klaus's.

"Um?"

Immediately, his pupils shrank quietly.

"The look in this man's eyes is so scary!"

This moment.

Klaus's eyes were no longer as frightened and uneasy as before, or the confident and innocent state he had before the injury.

Instead, there was a sharpness that made Yuan Shan feel an uncontrollable chill all over his body.

It's like the other person has completely changed!

"You are strong, Toyama Kintaro."

Klaus spoke, and his voice was no longer loud, but more gentle. Neutralized, it appears stronger and more powerful.

"But next time, I won't lose to you again!"

Finished.

The other party turned around and left without even glancing at Becker next to him.

"this"

The German team players looked at each other.

But there was a rare smile on General Polk's face: "The shadow caused by the incident in his childhood has finally been broken."

"Um."

Q·P's face, as cold as frost, also showed a hint of smile.

That's right.

The German team did lose this game.

But to a certain extent, they tested the strength of the Japanese team and also solved Klaus's own hidden dangers. In fact, they did not lose anything. On the contrary, they gained something.

What's more, this is just a warm-up match.

Compared to the so-called momentum, neither Polk nor Q·P care.

but.

Not everyone can have the vision and structure of these two people. Most of the German team players and representatives from other countries were frightened by these two warm-up matches.

"The German team, which has won nine consecutive World Cup titles, lost its second consecutive game?"

"Is the Japanese team so strong?"

"Looking at it this way, they are probably the biggest dark horses in this year's Australian Tennis World Cup!"

In the stands.

The audience was talking a lot.

Representatives from various countries looked at the Japanese team with fear. After all, it was the German team that was suppressed, not some second- or third-rate team.

"You say"

On one side of the stands, Nofi, a player from the South African team, seemed to have thought of something and whispered: "Will the German team lose three consecutive games in the warm-up match?"

"Forehead."

General Gorpe was stunned for a moment, and he instinctively wanted to refute. Because no matter what, this is the German team, and there is no way it will lose three games in a row.

but.

The scenes from the first two games kept appearing in front of his eyes.

It seems that the German team, the king, is not as powerful as imagined. Perhaps, in this year's warm-up match, something unprecedented might happen.

"etc!"

Suddenly.

Galpe seemed to have seen something, and his eyes instantly looked in the direction of the German team: "Is he the next person to play?"

Uh-huh!

Hearing this, other people's eyes subconsciously looked over. Then I saw a tall and tall young man walking confidently and calmly to the edge of the court. It was none other than the German team's consultant, No. 2 Q·P.

At this time, Q.P's eyes were clearly looking towards the Japanese team. His gaze quickly swept over everyone, and finally locked on the black-haired boy in the middle of the crowd.

next moment.

The two people's eyes converged, they looked at each other, and they both showed a knowing smile.

At this time, the announcement in the stadium sounded again.

"Now, the third warm-up match is about to begin."

"The German team represents Q·P (senior 2) and A. Frankensteiner (junior 3), and the Japanese team represents Tono Atsukyo (senior 3) and Ishikawa Shin (junior 1)."

"Please prepare both players."

As soon as the words fell, the German team fans who had been slightly silent in the stands suddenly became energetic.

"It's actually that Q·P?"

"That's right, even Becker played, so it's not surprising that Q·P played."

"Oh, what a pity..."

But some people couldn't help but sigh, and the people next to them couldn't help but shake their heads and said: "Why, are you still expecting Polk to play?"

"Uh...that's right..."

The man nodded helplessly, knowing in his heart that his expectations were just delusions. With Polk's identity, how could he appear in a World Cup warm-up match. Moreover, Q·P, who is the No. 2 player in the German team, also represents the top level of high school students in this World Cup.

In their view, the Japanese team's so-called three-game winning streak in the warm-up matches is nothing more than a delusion. After all, this is the German team that has won nine consecutive World Cup titles. Even the second-ranked Swiss team cannot do it, let alone the Japanese team.

In the final analysis, they can only be regarded as dark horses, and they cannot reach the threshold of Big4 despite all their efforts.

However.

What they didn't expect was that the German team's arrangement for the warm-up match actually put Polk in the last game. It was only because Q·P wanted to play against the opponent's strongest player that the original roster arrangement was changed.

That's right, Q·P has already set its sights on Ishikawa. In his opinion, one look from the other side could immobilize Seda, who had understood the aura of Olympus. His true strength was probably the same as his ranking in the Japanese team, a level above Shuji Tanegashima.

Playing against such people can allow Qp to understand the true strength of the Japanese team. Of course, the person he wants to fight now is Yuan Shan, who just finished the game.

But it doesn't matter. Qp believes that as long as the German team and the Japanese team meet again in this World Cup, he is sure to be able to meet each other in the same game.

"Come on, Frankensteiner."

After Qp finished speaking, he walked straight forward. The white boy with short hair and square face and sharp eyes followed closely behind him without saying a word.

On the other side, in the direction of the Japanese team, Ishikawa also turned his head with a smile and looked at the young man with purple hair and shawl face next to him: "Tono-senpai, it's our turn to play."

Hear the words.

Under the eyes of others that were either teasing or pitying, Tono forced a smile out of his stiff face and followed the other person helplessly.

Feeling the latter's emotional fluctuations, Ishikawa, who was walking in front, smiled and said softly: "Relax, Senior Tono, your task is very simple, just keep an eye on the other junior high school student."

Junior high school student?

Hearing this, Tono's spirits were lifted, and a gleam of brilliance suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of that guy!"

In front of the net.

The four stood opposite each other in pairs.

But surprisingly, the junior high school students and high school students on both sides exchanged their identities.

"No way?"

Nofi of the South African team said in astonishment: "Is that Qp serious? He actually targeted the other junior high school student!"

In his opinion, as a top player, Qp should show absolute dominance on the court. It shouldn't be, and can't be, to target a junior high school student with such a serious attitude, right?

"What are you thinking?"

Hearing this, the South African captain Golpe glared at him: "That junior high school student is not an ordinary person, he is the No.1 of the Japanese team!"

"N, No.1?"

Nofi and the other players next to him thought they had heard wrong, and turned their heads to look at him in disbelief: "Captain, you, you are not kidding?!"

"Yes!"

"If he is No.1, then he must be more powerful than the guy named Tanedo just now?"

"That's the fact."

Golpe shook his head and said: "In fact, at first I thought that the Japanese player named Tanedo had hidden his strength. His ranking should be higher, but..."

Speaking of this, his tone became serious: "Qp's attitude made me realize that the problem is not that simple."

"Hmm."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Indeed.

If they recognized Qp's strength and identity, it would not be surprising that the other party was so serious about a junior high school student.

"But. That guy is only 12 years old!"

Nofi still couldn't understand. He was already 14 years old this year and was considered a good player in South Africa's U17. But compared with the junior high school students of other national teams in the world, he was not a little bit worse.

But now.

There was actually a junior high school student who was far superior to others and was already playing against the professional master Qp.

This was incredible.

After a brief conversation.

After the two sides guessed the heads and tails of the coin, they each retreated and entered their own area.

Then.

The referee observed the status of both sides, confirmed it, and nodded to the side of the German team and said: "The game will be decided in one set, Frankensteiner of the German team serves, and the game is over!"

"Hey!"

As soon as the voice fell.

The short-haired white boy, Frankensteiner, the No. 1 junior high school student of the German team, grinned and locked his eyes on the opposite side, the young man with long hair.

"Although I'm partnering with senior Qp, the outcome of the match has nothing to do with me, but..."

As the thought turned, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes: "I won't let myself lose so easily!"

Huh!

Then.

He threw the tennis ball high up, his eyes locked on the opponent's backhand, about 20 centimeters away.

Ding!

Ding! !

The sound of precise calculations like a computer sounded.

Frankensteiner's racket fell quickly, and with a bang, the tennis ball was hit into the position he had calculated in advance.

Bang!

A pale yellow light bloomed.

Tono, who was about to receive the ball, froze, and the racket that was about to be swung stopped.

"How, how is it possible?"

He raised his head and looked at the other party in disbelief. This short-haired guy actually saw through his blind spot in the first serve?