Chapter 473: Quarterfinals, Japan Vs. France

Evening.

A snow-white horse was walking slowly on the streets of Melbourne, attracting many passers-by.

They all looked at the red-haired boy on the white horse with a slightly stiff expression in surprise. They watched him walk away and disappear on the corner of the street.

"That man is so scary!"

Xialudaru grabbed the reins with both hands, and there was still a strong shock in his eyes.

He still didn't know how strong the black-haired boy was. However, he felt awe from the former King of Destruction.

As the top talent of the French team, Xialudaru, who also has the blood of the old royal family, has a very high vision. In his heart, only the main general Camus can get his respect and recognition.

And the King of Destruction Duke is a top master of the same generation as Camus and is comparable to him.

It is such a person, but he showed awe from the bottom of his heart to a boy who is about the same age as Xialudaru. This made him think more, and deep in his heart, he couldn't calm down for a long time.

He seemed to see a mountain.

Surrounded by clouds and mist, the top was invisible, hidden in the sky, making him feel that it was difficult to cross after looking up.

Xialudaru knew very well that his will was not that fragile. On the contrary, even many high school students with good strength in the French team were not as firm as him.

"That person's eyes are terrible."

Thinking carefully, he locked the source on the eyes of the black-haired boy. It seemed calm, but it was as deep as a black hole that swallowed the stars, enough to scare the professionally trained horse under his crotch and throw him out.

"How can I defeat such a person?"

Xialudaru fell into deep thought.

Whoosh!

Just then.

A sound of breaking through the air came from the grass outside the roadside trees.

"Huh?"

The boy looked up, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Don't overestimate your ability!"

Immediately.

He pulled the reins suddenly and clamped his legs around the horse's belly. Then, he raised his right racket and rushed towards the flying tennis ball.

Bang!

With the help of horsepower, he hit back fiercely.

Puff!

The next moment.

Then a figure covered with white cloth flew backwards, and with a bang, he fell heavily to the ground, making a heavy impact sound.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

But before Xialudaru could go forward to check, there were several more wind-breaking sounds in the forest.

"Hmph!"

The young man was not panicked at all. He sneered and rushed forward again with his horse's belly. Riding on the horse, he alternated between the rackets left and right, and with his amazing balance ability, his body shape kept changing, and he kept hitting the flying tennis balls back.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Then.

Then, in the distant forest, people in white clothes kept falling down. In just a few seconds, there was no one standing on the opposite side.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

At this time.

A short figure clapped his hands and slowly turned out from the corner: "As expected of the prince of the French team, even these high school students who made it to the World Cup are no match for him."

"Who are these people?"

Xialudaru's eyes fixed, and when he saw the outfits of those people clearly, and the white masks worn by them, like the evil pagans in the movie, his heart moved: "Are they the players of the team ranked 28th in the world, Alamenoma?"

He recognized the identities of these people.

"Wait, if I remember correctly, they seem to have qualified from the group stage. The opponent in the round of 16 is the Spanish team?!"

Swish!

Suddenly.

Xialudaru looked up and looked at the gray-haired boy wearing a mask and plugging his hands across from him: "So. He is from the Spanish team?"

His mind turned.

He immediately rode forward and rushed towards the opponent's position. As a result, he came to a dead end.

"Heh."

The gray-haired masked boy smiled slightly, then jumped off the wall and disappeared in front of him.

"Don't even think about running away!"

How could Xialudaru let the other party slip away so easily? He was arrogant by nature. Today, he came out to investigate the situation, but he lost face in front of the captain of the Japanese team, and he had been dissatisfied for a long time.

Now, he was attacked by someone, and the anger in his heart completely broke out.

He was amazing in horsemanship.

He quickly bypassed the wall and came to the opposite side. At this time, the boy wearing a mask was standing across the road in the distance and waved at him.

"Damn it!"

Xialudaru's eyes were almost erupting with anger.

He rode his horse to chase, but after crossing the road, he lost the other party's figure again, and his face suddenly turned livid.

As arrogant as he was, he was led by the nose continuously, and the anger and depression in his heart can be imagined.

"Huh? Who is that person?"

Suddenly.

Xialudaru glanced at a figure wearing a Spanish team jacket in the distance.

"Found you!"

Immediately, he rode his horse to chase after him again. But this time, the opponent seemed to have given up resistance and did not hide anymore.

"Shhhh!!!"

Chasing close, Xialudalu suddenly pulled the reins. The white horse jumped high and stopped sideways in front of the opponent.

Swish!

He pointed the racket in his hand diagonally and sneered: "You can't escape this time. Wait, why is it you?"

However.

When he saw the other person's face clearly, his eyes changed: "Romeo Fernandez?!"

"Plans Ludovic Charudaru?"

The boy is the top talent of the Spanish team, Fernandez, who has great strength.

Yesterday he lost to the captain of the American team, Reinhart. In today's match against Alamenoma, he was arranged to play singles 3 and was responsible for killing his opponent.

But he never thought.

All Alamenoma gave up, which made him depressed. Coincidentally, on his way back to the Spanish team, he met a figure dressed like Alamenoma players.

After a search, he didn't find those guys, but ran into this flamboyant French prince.

It was not the first time for the two to meet.

About three years ago, at a party where upper-class people gathered, the two had a contact. At that time, they happened to come to an indoor tennis court and each defeated many talented teenagers who were older than them.

It was also that experience that made the two become super child stars in European tennis. However, due to the constraints of their respective families, they did not get many opportunities to perform in tennis.

Even the agreed private match was not completed.

Now.

The two met again.

In each other's eyes, a strong fighting spirit was emitted.

About an hour and a half later.

In front of Camus and Medanore, a staggering and exhausted boy appeared.

In this regard.

The two top players were also helpless.

Especially Camus, Xialudaru's willful behavior disrupted his plan. However, he was not in a hurry, because this boy, after all, was just a bonus for tomorrow's game.

No words were spoken overnight.

The next morning, Court 2 of Melbourne Tennis Park.

Just after eight o'clock, the court was full of people watching the game. Half of them were supporters of the French team. After all, this is a big4-level team, and there must be no few supporters.

The other part was supporters of the Japanese team. In addition to the substitutes, some came here because of their reputation. There is no way. The Japanese team's performance in this year's World Cup was too impressive, attracting a lot of fans.

"I didn't expect that they would make it this far!"

In the stands.

A blond young man folded his arms and looked at the group of teenagers wearing red and black jackets in the distance with emotion.

It was none other than the No.2 of the Korean team, Kim Tae-woo.

"I think it would be abnormal if they couldn't even make it to the quarterfinals."

Next to him, the handsome young man with purple hair, the captain of the Korean team, Lee Seung-fu, said with emotion.

If it is said that his shock to Ishikawa during the Korea-Japan round-robin tournament was only at the level of the opponent's strong strength. In the exhibition match, Ishikawa, who beat Qp and showed an extraordinary level, completely shocked him.

Before, he might have thought that Ishikawa was just a genius who was better than him. In Asia, he might be a top player, but on the world stage, especially compared with the top players in Europe and the United States, he is not at the same level at all.

After that game.

In his eyes, Ishikawa is the top player. His strength is enough to be on par with Polk, who is now known as the world's No. 1 high school student.

There is even a voice saying that the only one who can challenge Polk is Ishikawa.

Li Chengfu is a supporter of this voice.

Today, the match between the Japanese team and the French team is a battle of proof. Unlike the previous two games, the French team can be said to have done its best and played its best.

In this case, the victory of the Japanese team is enough to shut up others.

"So."

Jin Taiyu said curiously: "Who do you think will win this game?"

"It's undoubtedly those guys."

Li Chengfu's eyes still stayed on Ishikawa and others: "The team led by that guy already has the strength to compete with the German team for the championship."

"Yeah."

Jin Taiyu nodded heavily.

He was defeated by the guy named Ochi in the exchange match between Korea and Japan. The strength shown by the opponent has obviously crossed the realm of the super-high-speed tennis dimension.

But.

Even so, that person was not able to rank among the top combat forces of the Japanese team. It can be said that the Japanese team is no less than the German team in terms of the players' strength and the depth of the team's bench.

He also believes that this quarter-final will be another game for the Japanese team to prove themselves.

"But."

After a pause, his eyes fell on the calm blond young man who led the French team: "He who is called a tennis revolutionary should not allow this to happen, right?"

Compared with Polk and Amadeus, Camus is less famous. But in the eyes of many tennis celebrities, Camus and the French team he led have a special meaning of innovation.

Especially Camus.

His understanding of tennis is not inferior to Polk, who is called the "philosopher to victory". To some extent, this is also a very dangerous and special person.

Li Chengfu shook his head.

In his opinion, no matter how the French team struggles, it is useless. For the current Japanese team, except for the German team, other teams will be crushed by them with absolute strength and without mercy.

Soon.

The players from both sides entered the venue.

Under the gaze of everyone, Ishikawa and Camus walked to the front and shook hands with each other.

"Hello, Ishikawa-kun."

Camus spoke, and he spoke in English. This is not an easy task for a Frenchman. It was obvious how much he valued the young man in front of him.

"Hello."

Ishikawa nodded in response.

The young man in front of him is worthy of being the captain of the French team. While he looks handsome, he gives people a very elegant feeling. The golden braids hanging down from the shawl are more artistic.

Then contacting the other party's personal orientation of "falling in love" with tennis, Ishikawa was also very emotional.

There are many people who like tennis.

There are many people who combine dreams and careers.

However, this is the only person who treats her racket as her own wife and treats her affectionately like the one in front of her.

"I'm looking forward to playing against you."

Ishikawa said.

"Um."

Camus nodded: "Then let us enjoy the next game."

After the two looked at each other, they turned around and led the team members away in a tacit understanding. It was different from the explosive opening of the previous games.

So much so that it gives people an illusion. In the current showdown between the Japanese team and the French team, perhaps the rhythm will be relatively calm.

"Are you ready, seniors?"

When he walked into the rest area, Ishikawa's eyes fell on the two teenagers: "The one arranged by the opponent in the first doubles match will definitely not be an ordinary person."

"No problem."

The blond-haired Tachibana said with a smile on his face: "You can just leave this game to us without any worries."

"Um."

Chitose nodded slightly.

Immediately.

After the two organized their equipment, they walked to the edge of the court.

tread!

tread!

And on the opposite side.

France's side.

Then there were two handsome-looking young men in coats, walking forward hand in hand.

"Next, the upcoming match is Doubles 2."

at the same time.

The referee sitting on the high chair also spoke: "The representatives of the French team, Tristan Barthe (3rd grade) and Dimody Morlot (2nd grade), are against the Japanese team representatives Tachibana Kippei (3rd grade) and Chitose. Thousands of miles (Junior 3).”

"Please prepare both players."

"Junior high school student?"

Seeing the two representatives sent by the Japanese team, many players from the French team couldn't help but sink their eyes.

"How dare they?"

Some people clenched their fists subconsciously: "This is the first game. If they lose, they will definitely fall into a very passive situation, but"

"Ugh!"

Some people also tasted something off.

The lineup arrangement of the Japanese team is indeed very stable. In contrast, the French team, which ranks higher in points, is a bit more aggressive.

"It seems that the other party didn't give us any chance."

Camus sighed softly in his heart.

This shattered the glimmer of hope he had before the game that his opponents might have flaws in their lineup arrangements in preparation for the German team.

but.

The Japanese team's strategy is obviously a steady and steady one.

This group of junior high school students' doubles team was obviously abandoned. Coupled with their special commander, they already have enough places for three junior high school students.

This way.

In singles, the Japanese team no longer has blind spots.

The game has not yet started, and many people, including Camus, have a very heavy and depressing feeling.