Chapter 477 The Manipulated Puppet

"15-40."

On the high chair, the referee announced the score, breaking the silence at the scene.

"What kind of chip is this?"

On the side of the French team, everyone instinctively widened their eyes.

Even Camus looked at the motionless tennis ball that hit the blocking net in great surprise.

"This junior high school student is very extraordinary!"

"Definitely. Excellent chip."

Bart and Morrow looked solemn.

The level of this chip is very high, and it even has the style of a master. Not to mention junior high school students, even high school students may not be able to beat it.

At least

The two looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes. With their skills, they cannot hit such a ball.

As for the French prince and other contestants, they were even more shocked. Especially Charudalu, who has been practicing tennis on horseback since he was a child, and has amazing tennis talent.

Technically, he also thinks he has practiced well.

but.

This level of chipping made him feel how powerful his opponent was.

"Right!"

At this time, someone said: "If I remember correctly, this person seemed to have defeated the Greek team's master Hermes in the group stage!"

Hermes?

Hear the words.

Bart and Morrow were shocked.

They knew that this man was also a junior in high school and had achieved good results in many European regional leagues. Among the high school students in this year's World Cup, although they are not ranked in the first tier, they are definitely among the upper-middle-level players.

Even they were not sure they could defeat Hermes.

As a result, the opponent was defeated by the junior high school student in front of him who had done nothing before and performed mediocrely?

"That's right."

Camus also remembered. He nodded and said: "Tezuka Kunimitsu is one of the best players in the Japanese team besides Ishikawa."

"How many people?"

"one?"

Bart and Morrow were surprised again.

"That's right."

Camus nodded: "This year's Japanese team has a very large lineup of junior high school students. In addition to Ishikawa, there are three or four others who are ranked equally with Tezuka!"

Speaking of this, he seemed to have thought of something, and he was suddenly startled.

"Really, really or falsely?"

Bart and Morrow were completely shocked.

If the Japanese team's junior high school students have five masters of Hermes's level, then it seems that the junior high school students alone can already rank among the top in this World Cup, right?

"etc!!"

Suddenly.

The two of them also seemed to have thought of something, and their expressions suddenly paused.

"It's hard to tell"

Moro turned his head and looked at the Japanese team's lineup. Originally, in his opinion, there was no special place to stand, but now it seemed that there was an obvious dividing line.

Not far away, I saw the junior high school students and high school students of the Japanese team clearly standing in two camps, with clear distinctions.

"Ugh!"

Bart's eyes also trembled.

"Could it be that the other party is a junior high school student who has prepared everything to come on stage?!"

The idea is exaggerated and astonishing.

"Impossible."

Morrow shook his head repeatedly, denying this conjecture.

No matter how crazy the coach of the Japanese team is, it is impossible to arrange for all junior high school students to play. This is the World Cup after all, not a children's game. The French team is a big4 team, and even the German team does not dare to look down upon it so much.

Buzz!

At this time.

On the court, Delacroix struck again.

Behind him, a picture of birds singing, flowers fragrant, butterflies, squirrels, and sika deer living in harmony appeared.

"Appeared."

Seeing this, Bart and Moreau stared at each other: "It's Edgar's trick - naturally!"

Compared to the glorious and majestic Arc de Triomphe, this move is very dull. But it is this silent power of moisturizing things that is the most difficult to defend.

Simple is the most difficult trick to crack.

Bang!

But the next moment.

Tezuka suddenly took action, and a light yellow luster suddenly bloomed under Delacroix's crotch.

"30-40."

"hiss!"

See this.

On the side of the French team, everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

"It's too exaggerated."

Someone couldn't help but said: "That senior Edgar didn't even react?"

"this guy"

Delacroix raised his head and fixed his gloomy gaze on Tezuka. He really couldn't catch the ball just now.

Moreover, despite the opponent's momentum, he is still so calm. But vaguely, it gave him an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Delacroix knew that he had met a master.

Although the other party is only a junior high school student, his personal abilities are already comparable to those of top high school students.

Thinking of this, he felt awe-inspiring in his heart, and his own aura began to release.

Buzz!

The next moment.

An aura of ever-changing colors was continuously released with him as the center.

"Artistic atmosphere!"

A player from the French team cheered up.

"So fast?"

Bart and Morrow were also shocked: "This guy Edgar has actually lifted the restrictions on his abilities!"

"The opponent is not a simple character."

Camus shook his head and said: "This strength is no less than that of many of the team's leading players. Edgar's choice is right, and you cannot underestimate your opponents."

In his view, the so-called tactics are to make the best plan after fully analyzing the strengths of both parties. Especially when encountering a difficult opponent, responding decisively and accurately is the right approach.

It is not advisable to blindly hide your strength or test your opponents.

There is nothing wrong with what Delacroix did.

We must take advantage of the fact that the French team still has the advantage and win the third game as much as possible.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

However.

Faced with the change in Delacroix's momentum, Tezuka's reaction was very calm. He was still hitting the tennis ball gently, adjusting his emotions and rhythm within the appropriate range.

call!

Sudden.

He threw the tennis ball up, stood on tiptoes, stretched his body naturally, and knocked the tennis ball away quickly.

"this ball"

Looking at the tennis ball falling almost close to the service line, George suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of oppression. The ball was very fast and very accurate, so accurate that he even had the illusion that the serve would go out of bounds.

But he knew very well that this was absolutely impossible.

Uh-huh!

Immediately.

He adjusted his stance to hit the tennis ball back.

Bang!

but.

When he saw the tennis ball landing on the ground, accurately hitting the inside of the edge of the service line, and the tennis ball did not bounce in a straight line, but spun strangely, the French team's staff member's eyes suddenly trembled.

tsk tsk

Immediately.

Under his shocked eyes, the tennis ball rolled back close to the ground.

"Deuce (40-40)!"

quiet!

The huge stadium fell into silence again.

"hiss"

After a long time, a neat sound of inhalation was heard from the crowd.

"This kind of serve."

Both Bart and Morrow were trembling.

And Camus once again looked at this boy with glasses who looked very calm. He was even surprised by the skills displayed by the other party.

"Zero serve."

On the side of the Japanese team, the eyes of Yukimura, Atobe and others were also trembling.

Sanada said solemnly: "This guy's skills have improved again!"

At this time, Tezuka's zero serve, even if it was just normal, has reached a very high level. Even they, who were already very familiar with this move, felt frightened.

"That's not surprising."

At this time, Gan pushed up his glasses and said: "Since the end of the Kanto Tournament, Tezuka has been training his chipping skills every day. After reaching U17, he never put it down for a day, especially after the shuffle. Even more so."

Having said this, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the smiling black-haired boy not far away.

Everyone understood immediately.

Tezuka is a top-end talented player. Although he was delayed for a period of time by injuries, his hitting ability is one of the best among junior high school students.

After experiencing the defeat during the Kanto Competition, it stimulated him even more. Through continuous training, he achieved considerable improvement.

Actually.

This is true for both Yukimura and Atobe.

The reason is also very simple. After feeling the pressure brought by Ishikawa and unwilling to fall behind, he started to catch up. It is precisely because of this that the Japanese team is the only junior high school student lineup in the world.

"snort!"

At this time.

There were sneers on the court.

Delacroix made a warning move and locked eyes with his opponent: "I want to see how powerful your serve is."

Bang!

The next moment.

Tezuka hit the tennis ball and rolled it back with the strongly spinning tennis ball. The speed was so fast that Delacroix didn't have any time to react.

In the eyes of everyone, it was the high school student from the French team, frozen in place like a sculpture.

"The server has the upper hand!"

"Gudu."

Delacroix's throat rolled.

He just used the eagle's vision to capture the trajectory of the opponent's serve. Then, prepare to use the explosive power of the cheetah to break the serve.

As a result, the rotation inside the tennis ball started before the ball could be released.

“Comparable to a professional-level serve!”

Delacroix commented.

The subtlety of this serve exceeded his understanding. At least with his strength, even if he understood the principle, he couldn't hit such a terrible serve.

Realizing this, Delacroix adjusted his tactics.

Bang!

Subsequently.

As Tezuka's serve landed, the Japanese team won the third game and once again took the lead.

The Japanese team cheered heartily, while the French team seemed very calm. Everyone's eyes turned to Delacroix, feeling the pressure, and the latter also cheered up.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

only.

His repeated attacks were unable to break through the opponent's defense.

"I don't believe it!"

Seizing the opportunity, he hit a fierce smash. I thought I could score directly, but Fuji suddenly broke out and used the unicorn landing move to counterattack and score.

"No, it's a bit tricky."

Delacroix's face changed again and again.

"How's it going, George?"

"Not yet."

The mushroom-headed boy with glasses shook his head: "The opponent's data is very complicated. It will take at least half an hour to analyze it."

"Half an hour?!"

Delacroix's face suddenly turned ugly.

The duel just now lasted only five or six minutes, but it made him feel like a year. If it was a 30-minute fight, it would be fatal.

"No way."

Sighing, Delacroix took out his paintbrush under the stunned eyes of everyone. He operated on the face of the young George and painted him like a circus clown.

"This is..."

Feeling the sudden change in the boy's temperament, the eyes of the Japanese team changed.

"Mental hypnosis?"

Feeling the fluctuation of George's mental power, Ochi, Kimijima and others raised their eyebrows slightly.

They had a strange feeling.

It seemed that the boy in front of them was a puppet controlled by the high school student next to him!