Chapter 472 The French Prince and the Frightened Horse

【bite! 】

[The player defeated the boss player Ralph Reinhardt and gained 23,000 experience points]

[Players gain special abilities dropped by Ralf Reinhardt, weaknesses corrected]

At the same time that the referee announced the end of the game, the system's beep sounded in Ishikawa's mind.

"Weaknesses corrected?"

Ishikawa was quite surprised.

Immediately, a suspicion suddenly occurred in his mind. He was curious about how many exposed weaknesses he still had at his current level.

To know.

Currently, he has the ability [Ultimate Quality] that Qp has worked hard and worked hard to master. If coupled with the ability of [Weakness Correction], he may be able to truly reach the realm of the God of Tennis with these two tricks alone.

"This concludes the second round of this World Cup."

A moment later, after the players from both sides had assembled, the referee said loudly: "The Japanese team defeated its opponent with a total score of 3-0 and advanced to the quarterfinals!"

"Ohhhhh!!!"

After the words fell, the Japanese team players on one side of the corner cheered excitedly. The representatives of the American team, led by the frustrated Reinhardt, left the field.

"Let's go, Long Ya."

In a corner of the stands, an extremely beautiful young man wearing a light blue coat spoke.

This person is none other than Mars, the representative of the Spanish team and a junior in high school. The young man standing next to him, wearing a black sweatshirt and hoodie, is Echizen Ryuya, who is also a representative of the Spanish team, but his whereabouts are extremely mysterious.

Since arriving in Australia, he has maintained a reclusive habit. So far in the Spanish team's games, Echizen, Akutsu and Kite have all had opportunities to play.

Only Long Ya has never appeared in a competition.

Everyone in the Spanish team has raised questions about this. However, the attitude towards the captain and deputy captain, as well as the awe towards the tennis legend, soon disappeared.

Even Mars was not very clear about what Long Ya was doing during this period. However, his intuition told him that the other party was carrying out in-depth ability enhancement.

"What a pity."

Echizen Ryuya glanced at the gloomy Reinhardt in the stadium, shook his head slightly and said: "I originally wanted to take away his ability, but looking at it now, it's not necessary."

Take away ability? !

Mars thought he heard wrongly, raised his head suddenly, and looked at the other party in great surprise.

"Let's go."

Long Ya waved her hand, but turned around and left without explaining.

"Did I hear wrongly?"

Mars' pupils were trembling slightly. He looked at the other person's back and was extremely shocked. If the other party is not joking and is really capable, it would be too terrible to take away the ability of the captain of the American team, right?

"etc!!"

But then, as if he thought of something, he turned his eyes and looked at the black-haired boy on the other side of the court, who was leading the Japanese team away.

"It's rumored that Long Ya lost to that guy!"

Think of this.

Despite his calmness, he couldn't help but take a breath.

"If that's the case, then this man and the Japanese team he leads are indeed a big trouble!"

same day.

Several other quarterfinal matches are also taking place.

Not surprisingly, the big4 teams from Germany, Switzerland, France and Spain have advanced. As last year's semi-finals and this year's top four seeded teams, these four teams are naturally not placed in the same group.

According to previous years' experience, it will still be these four teams that will eventually become the semi-finals.

but.

Something unexpected happened this year.

Among the top eight that have just been decided, there is a team known as the super dark horse.

At the same time, one of the big4 teams met them unexpectedly.

"It's confirmed, our next opponent is the Japanese team."

In a certain hotel room, a blond young man wearing a blue, white and red coat spoke.

Leopold Camus.

French team captain.

Although he has not turned professional, he is known as the "Tennis Revolutionary" and is recognized by everyone as one of the players with professional level strength.

"We already knew this result before the game."

In the corner, a young man with a weird hairstyle and a smear of oil paint on the corners of his eyes shook his head: "In comparison, the overall strength of the American team is not their opponent at all."

This was the consensus of almost everyone before the game.

After the exhibition matches and group matches, the strength of the Japanese team is beyond doubt. No matter how arrogant you are, you have to admit that this is a team with a shaken big4 pattern.

In the next eight-to-four matchup, the French team will bear the brunt. They will be the first big 4 team to face a real challenge from the Japanese team in an official matchup.

To this.

No one can maintain the original calm.

"The U.S. team is not weak, and we discussed this before the game."

Camus waved his hand and turned to look at a short gray-haired boy next to him.

"Jonar, it's up to you to talk about the situation of the Japanese team in detail."

"OK."

Immediately, the shy young man straightened his face and said, "According to what I know so far, there are at least three professional-level experts in the Japanese team. Captain Ishikawa Shin, and the other two team leaders Byodoin Phoenix and Oni Jujiro!”

Three professional levels? !

Hear the words.

The eyes of everyone present changed.

"Are you kidding me?"

One of the brown-haired boys with swirling patterns on his face said in shock: "Doesn't that mean they are not much worse than the German team?"

"That's outrageous!"

The young man with the strange hairstyle before said in a deep voice: "Jonar, you should know what the concept of professional level is, right?"

Edgar Delacroix.

17 years old.

One of the top players of the French team.

Because of his changeable playing style and wild and uninhibited personality, he is known as the most artistic tennis player in the French team. His words also hold great weight in the team.

"Senior Edgar, please calm down."

Faced with the doubts of the high school students, the short Jonel St. George said very calmly: "You have to know, that senior Duke is not even ranked in the top three in the Japanese team!"

Duke? !

Upon hearing this name, the eyes of the French team players present suddenly changed. Delacroix is ​​no exception. Even though he has a lot of say in the French team, compared with captain Camus, he is still not enough.

However.

This guy named Duke, when he was in France U17 two years ago, was on par with Camus, and was known as the twin stars of France at that time.

Such a person is not even ranked in the top three of the Japanese team. No wonder everyone is shocked.

Seeing everyone's reaction, young George continued: "So, our goal this time is to win two doubles matches as much as possible."

Hear the words.

Everyone looked at each other and nodded.

The feasibility of this tactic is very high, because compared to the American team, the French team has a better lineup of junior high school students. Therefore, they can adjust the game lineup more calmly.

"The opponent is indeed very strong."

After the discussion ended and everyone left, Camus looked at the list and said with a smile: "However, we are not without a chance of winning."

"But. Commander."

George, who helped organize the information, asked puzzledly: "Is there really no problem in putting Prongs in that position?"

"no way."

Camus shook his head and said: "Although his personal ability is very strong, he is really a headache in singles. Moreover, with his talent, he may not be able to achieve special effects."

"Um, too."

George nodded.

The image of a red-haired boy with a cold expression appeared in his mind. Although the opponent was one year younger than him, his talent was so strong that it moved Camus and others.

If the opponent arranges the No. 2 singles match, they will at least not encounter the opponent's three top players, which means there is no hope of winning.

The U.S. team's game experience tells George that it is not impossible for the Japanese team to make such an arrangement. After all, after beating the French team, the Japanese team's opponent is the world's number one German team.

Facing the German team that is giving its best, the head coach of the Japanese team must consider hiding some of their elite players. The French team is completely different because they have no choice!

"Is the Japanese team so strong?"

After the discussion, a red-haired figure walked out of the room and walked straight towards the elevator: "I heard that their general is also a freshman in junior high school. Come to think of it, he must be a very interesting guy, right?"

After a while.

The teenager left the hotel and headed to his local manor in Melbourne. Soon, a horse with white hair galloped away, and its direction was obviously the hotel where the Japanese team was staying.

"It's the end of another day!"

Near the hotel where the Japanese team is located, a curly-haired boy wearing yellow and black short-sleeves couldn't help but yawned: "By the way, Hiyoshi, aren't you bored?"

"What's wrong?"

The brown mushroom-headed boy next to him, Riji, who was not selected as a representative, said in confusion: "I think it's quite interesting. The deputy minister said that this year we are just going through the motions. The next World Cup will be held in two years. , is the time for us to appear.”

"Two years? It's too hard to wait."

The curly-haired boy, Kirihara, who is Tatekai, said unhappily: "There are so many masters, but there is no way to compete with them. This feeling is too uncomfortable."

He is inherently impatient. He didn't get a chance to play in the reshuffle, so he was not qualified to play. Judging from the current situation, many junior high school students who are stronger than them may not be able to get a chance to play in the following rounds of games.

This made him feel even more desperate.

He didn't even have a chance to be a substitute. Why did he fly all the way from Japan?

"Speak."

But at this time, Riji looked at him very strangely: "Is there a rule that we non-representative players cannot go out to compete?"

"Forehead"

Kirihara was stunned.

He tried hard to recall the instructions given by several coaches when he arrived. Apart from telling them not to run around, there seemed to be no other requirements. Players are not allowed to compete in private, and the target seems to be those players who have been selected as representatives.

Opening his mouth, Kirihara swallowed the words that came to his lips.

"But."

After a pause, he said with a sad face: "Where are we going to find someone to compete with?"

The two played together all day long when they were under 17, and they knew each other very well. Moreover, now that they are in Melbourne, the opponents they want to compete with must be masters from various countries.

"What are you thinking about?"

Regarding Kirihara's worry about gains and losses, Hiyoshi smiled and said: "This is Melbourne, there is no stadium anywhere. Just find a street venue to participate. If you look for more places, you will always meet masters."

"That's true."

Kirihara came to his senses: "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up. Hey, Hiyoshi, why don't you just go there?"

"Be quiet, someone is coming."

At this time, Riji shook his head with a serious face, and his eyes were fixed on a red-haired boy not far away who was riding a white horse and holding a racket in his right hand.

"Horse riding? Isn't this too exaggerated?"

Kirihara was also stunned.

But then, he narrowed his eyes, because he clearly felt a sharp aura in this young man.

"Are you players from the Japanese team?"

The visitor looked at them and asked in a sharp tone.

"This guy has bad intentions!"

The two people who couldn't understand French had a look of caution on their faces. Because they can feel the extremely aggressive aura emanating from their opponents.

"Don't you understand? It doesn't matter."

The young man riding the white horse, who is the junior high school student representative of the French team, Plance Ludovic Charudalou, had a glint in his eyes: "Let's start with you two."

call!

Thoughts turned.

I saw him throwing the tennis ball forward, then pulling the reins, spurring the horse to rush forward.

Bang!

The horse borrows the power of the wind, and the man borrows the power of the horse.

The boy from the French team suddenly swung his racket and hit the tennis ball hard.

"this ball"

Seeing the tennis balls coming towards them, Kirihara and Hiyoshi's expressions suddenly changed. Immediately, the two of them raised their rackets in perfect agreement and hit the tennis ball.

Bang!

Taking possession of the tennis ball, Kirihara's expression suddenly changed. The terrifying force almost knocked him to the ground.

Uh-huh!

immediately.

Hiji takes action.

He used the skills of performing martial arts, combined with the ability of the Four Gods to perform martial arts, and put the racket on it with all his strength.

boom!

In an instant.

A strong sound exploded.

Hiyoshi and Kirihara were beaten so hard that they retreated.

Kirihara raised his hand to check, only to find that his racket had a hole in it. Although Hiyoshi caught the tennis ball, the string of the racket was already loose, and the tennis ball fell down and rolled to the ground.

"Who is this guy?"

Both of them had solemn expressions in their eyes.

"oh?"

Sharudaru was also very surprised by this. His own strength is not weak, and with the help of horsepower, the ball he hits is even more destructive.

But never thought about it.

He was actually blocked by two unknown little characters in front of him, and he immediately became very interested.

Snap!

He pulled the reins and rode the horse again.

"LuluLulu"

However, just when he was about to take action again and test the two of them, the running white horse seemed to be frightened in some way and raised its head high without any warning.

"Oops!"

Sharudaru was confused by the sudden change. He was caught off guard and was thrown out.

"That person is."

Vaguely, he saw the figure of a black-haired boy standing not far away. Those calm eyes stared at him quietly, but it made Sharudaru feel a little afraid for no reason.

"Could it be that my horse was frightened by his look?!"

This conjecture was too absurd, but in Sharudaru's mind at this time, the other party's calm and cold gaze lingered like a nightmare.

bump!

but.

Just when he thought he would fall hard to the ground, he fell into a generous and strong embrace.

"This person is."

Sharudaru looked up, but all he saw was a fair, fat face.

And this time.

The opponent's gaze was directed towards the black-haired boy not far away: "General, I request not to participate in the next round of the competition."

"Is it him?"

At this time, Charudalu also reacted, staring at the young man who caught him with disbelief: "The legendary King of Destruction of the French team, Duke?!"