Chapter 485 Singles 1, Ishikawa vs Camus

At this moment, Xialudaru felt an indescribable shudder.

It was as if a big hand had strangled his body invisibly. The ability he had comprehended had completely lost its effect.

"Is it an illusion?"

Such a thought flashed through Xialudaru's mind.

But more of it was that he could not face this exaggerated reality and chose to escape.

In this way, the strong mental will he had just tempered completely collapsed and disintegrated.

"Is that... the other dimension of tennis?!"

When Xialudaru was beaten to doubt his life, Bart, Moro and others on the French team widened their eyes.

"I, I seem to see... an emperor-like figure!"

The mushroom-headed boy George with glasses also said in a trembling voice.

Tennis in another dimension!

This is when the player's strength breaks through a certain level, at least one of his five-dimensional abilities undergoes a qualitative change, which causes special changes.

Take speed as an example. After breaking through the limit, you will enter the realm of ultra-high-speed dimension. The tennis ball hit cannot be observed by naked eyes. It needs to be observed by concentrating the five senses or comprehending the abilities above the five senses.

"It seems that the spiritual power has an extra-dimensional ability?"

Delacroix said uncertainly.

Compared with the other four items, the spiritual extra-dimensional ability is the most mysterious. Because it involves the mysterious and powerful abilities deep in the human consciousness.

And in the French team, only Camus has involved such a profound field.

Therefore.

While doubting that Atobe has broken through the limit, everyone's eyes are also focused on Camus.

"Yeah."

In response, the French team's captain just nodded calmly: "What he comprehended is the tennis extra-dimensional ability that can seal the opponent's ability."

While speaking.

Camus's eyes were locked on Atobe, and he was carefully observing the golden aura field. The opponent radiated his spiritual power to the opponent through a strong aura.

In the way of coercion, the opponent feels trembling, thereby weakening or even sealing the opponent's ability.

This is a higher level of ability.

Compared with him, Sharudaru was obviously too weak. Whether it was his mental will or his experience in the game. The gap between the two made it easy for Atobe to seal the French prince's ability.

Bang!

"Game!"

"Japan, 1-0!"

Bang!

"Game!"

"Japan, 2-0!"

Bang!

"Game!"

"Japan, 3-0!"

In a blink of an eye.

Atobe won all three games.

With the domain of the emperor, he finally crossed that threshold and reached the same level as Tezuka and Yukimura.

"As expected of the minister of Hyotei!"

Sanada, Tachibana and others nodded secretly.

In the minds of junior high school students, Hyotei was no longer a simple name, but a symbol. Before this, everyone never thought that Atobe could be competent for the position of minister.

And now.

The opponent finally broke through the limit and became a veritable top junior high school student.

In contrast.

Sharudaru on the other side looked extremely embarrassed. At this time, he was sweating all over, looking nervous and shaking. It was hard to imagine that this was the top talent who was famous in the European tennis world and was hailed as the leader of the next generation of the French team.

At this time.

The audience around, including the players of the French team, were whispering. Especially on the French team side, some junior high school students were secretly shaking their heads and whispering about Xialudaru's previous arrogance.

As a top talent, he rarely followed the training. Xialudaru, who grew up on horses, swept almost all the junior high school students.

Under the rule of the winner is king, his [Equestrian Tennis] naturally became the most effective training method.

But now.

He was ruthlessly suppressed by Atobe, who was also a junior high school student.

This made everyone realize that the so-called [Equestrian Tennis] was actually just based on Xialudaru's own talent. When he was defeated, the myth was broken.

In fact.

Xialudaru in the court, while feeling the terrible pressure of his opponent, also fell into deep self-reflection.

He began to regret it.

If I had trained strictly, I wouldn't be so weak and powerless now.

Snap!

It was Sharudaru's turn to serve.

But his tennis ball hit the net.

"A serve error!"

"Has it come to this?"

Outside the court, Doron, George and others were worried. The boy looked completely different from the French prince who was full of vigor before the game.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

On the court.

Sharudaru was hitting the tennis ball seriously.

He had never thought that one day he would be reduced to the point where he needed to find the feel of the ball in this way. In the past, he always disdained such behavior, thinking that it was a method only used by the weak.

Snap!

Finally.

It took about twenty seconds for Sharudaru to find the feel of the ball and hit the tennis ball over the net.

Bang!

But the next moment.

A pale yellow light bloomed around him without any warning.

"Uh"

Looking at that dazzling luster, Xialudaru's body trembled, and a bitter emotion suddenly emerged in his heart.

Lost!

He has already lost!

The opponent was too strong. The cold feeling that seemed to spread from the depths of his soul froze his abilities.

He had no chance of winning this game.

As the game progressed, his thoughts became stronger and stronger. He walked around the court in a daze like a zombie.

Seeing this.

Even those who were slow to understand the situation knew that the French team had lost and would stop in the quarterfinals.

Bang!

"Game!"

"Japan, 4-0!"

End of the game.

Xialudaru didn't score a single point again.

Finally, the French team's spectators outside the court couldn't bear it anymore, and some of them got up and left.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

But.

Before they entered the passage, Atobe served 4 consecutive aces and won the fifth game.

Plop!

The next moment.

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, Xialudalu seemed to have been drained of strength and knelt on the ground.

His eyes were empty and blank, and he looked forward in despair.

"I lost. I lost."

He murmured to himself: "I'm sorry, Captain Camus. I disappointed you. It's my fault that I'm not strong enough and can't let the French team move forward. If I hadn't been so willful, I wouldn't have suffered today's result. I ruined the last hope of the French team."

The boy's self-talk made everyone silent.

The referee on the high chair was very touched, but it was his duty. After seeing Xialudalu in such a state, he still said: "Xialudalu, it's time to change positions."

The next game was the opponent's serve.

But looking at Xialudalu's appearance, he was probably unable to complete the serve process. Sure enough, as the referee thought, the red-haired boy in front of him seemed to have not heard his voice and was still looking forward blankly.

"Alas."

Seeing this, the referee sighed and turned his gaze to the French team's camp on the other side.

Suddenly

The French team fell into a commotion.

No one dared to believe that as the big four, they would have to leave the field in such a humiliating way. And this decision had to come from the mouth of the captain who had not yet appeared.

This is really too embarrassing!

"No, I can continue."

At this moment.

Kneeling on the ground, Sharudaru gritted his teeth and used the racket to support his body, and was about to stand up tremblingly.

"Let's stop here, Plans."

Camus shook his head and said, "Your body can no longer complete the game."

They have already lost this game.

If they are destined to leave the field in shame, Camus, as the captain, needs to take the responsibility. He doesn't want the voices outside the court to affect his players.

The other side still has a bright future.

With his top tennis talent, he will surely lead the French team to a comeback in time.

"No, no!"

But Xialudalu said excitedly: "I can do it, I will definitely do it. As long as you, the main general, play, we will definitely win! Yes, that's right, we haven't lost yet, we won't lose!!!"

He seemed to be in a trance, and his expression became more and more excited.

"Enough!"

But Camus interrupted him coldly, and turned his head to look in the direction of the high chair: "Referee, we..."

"Referee!"

But no one expected that as soon as Camus opened his mouth, Atobe raised his hand to interrupt him: "I give up this game!"

Wow!

Suddenly.

The originally quiet court suddenly became an uproar.

The crowd who were quietly waiting for the result never expected that such a change would occur in the game. For a while, countless eyes were fixed on the purple-gray haired boy.

"Atobe, are you sure?"

The referee on the high chair also frowned.

Because according to the score, Atobe has almost locked the victory. Even if Xialudalu forced himself to play, the sixth game would end within two minutes.

As a result.

The opponent chose to give up.

This crazy move made the referee subconsciously turn his eyes to the direction of the Japanese team, to the man with rosacea sitting on the bench.

"Don't worry."

Seeing the other party's abnormality, Atobe smiled and said: "That gentleman will definitely support my choice."

"Heh."

Hearing this, Mifune also laughed.

Although the other party's behavior was a bit rebellious, it was within his tolerance. Because after winning two games, Mifune already knew that they had won this game.

The only difference was how to win.

Since the opponent chose to give up, Mifune didn't have the leisure to stop the opponent. Moreover, he also wanted to see what the French captain, who was hailed as a tennis revolutionary and strategic master, was capable of.

Therefore.

After a chuckle, he waved his hand indifferently: "Whatever."

"Ah?"

And his words, like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves, made the whole stadium make an incredible sound.

Those French fans who had not yet left the field were also stunned on the spot.

"Win, win?!"

The sudden victory caught everyone, including the French team, off guard. Even Camus, who was always calm, showed a look of surprise.

"Asshole!"

On the contrary, Xialudaru stood up tremblingly and looked at the handsome boy opposite him with anger: "I haven't lost to you yet"

"You are too long-winded."

Atobe shook his head and smiled softly, "Instead of chattering like a nagging woman, you might as well calm down and appreciate how your French team was destroyed."

After saying that.

He turned and left, leaving Xialudaru standing there unwillingly and helplessly.

"Cough, cough cough."

At this time, the referee on the high chair also coughed twice and said, "Since the Japanese player Atobe gave up, the singles 2 match was won by the French player Plans Ludovic Xialudaru!"

Silence.

After the referee finished speaking, the court fell into a certain silence.

"Fake, fake match?!"

Someone reacted and said in disbelief.

He had seen match-fixing, but he had never seen this kind of match-fixing. In front of so many people on the scene, such a fair and aboveboard match-fixing?

Is that guy from the Japanese team crazy?

"How is it possible!"

But the person next to him shook his head and said, "Obviously, the Japanese team did it on purpose."

"On purpose?"

The person next to him still couldn't understand why they gave up the victory they had in hand. If this wasn't match-fixing, what could it be? He even suspected that those guys who opened the odds outside the World Cup were ready to report to the Tennis Association.

"The goal of the Japanese team is very simple."

At this time, the man just now spoke again: "It is to defeat the French team head-on and completely."

"You are. Becks?!"

The person next to him suddenly reacted and looked at the young man wearing a black, yellow and red vertical jacket and said in surprise.

Augusto Becks.

The main player of Belgium, ranked eighth in the world, and a master of the second echelon of the World Cup.

"So."

The person next to him thought to himself: "Is the goal of the Japanese team that Camus?"

As soon as this was said.

Everyone's eyes turned to the two tall figures at the edge of the court.

"Next, we will have the singles match."

"Leopold Camus (high 3) for the French team vs. Shin Ishikawa (junior 1) for the Japanese team."

"Please prepare yourselves, both players."

At the same time.

Above the court, the French fans who were about to leave but stopped suddenly seemed to sense something and turned their heads to look into the passage.

Ta-ta-ta! !

Immediately, they saw that many young people wearing various jackets and with tall figures appeared in each passage one by one.

"Is that the captain of the American team, Reinhardt?"

"And the captain of the Swiss team, Amadeus!"

"The captain of the Spanish team, Medanore!"

"Sispolk is here too, and Qp, the entire German team is here?!"

Looking at the powerful players leading each team, everyone was shocked.

And in the corner.

Including the captain of South Africa, the captain of India, Sharma, the captain of the Korean team, and others, they also appeared one by one.

"They're all here!"

Looking at the figures appearing one after another, Mitsuya, who was serving as the Japanese team's advisor outside the court, was shocked.

As expected.

No one wanted to miss this crucial battle to determine the new Big4 roster!