Chapter 487: The Ultimate in Alternative, the Most Passionate Tennis

Bang!

The crisp sound of hitting the ball sounded.

Outside the stadium, whether it was the players from both teams in the rest area or the spectators at high or low positions in the stands, their sights were occupied by white light, making it difficult to see clearly.

boom!

And the next moment.

In the area where Ishikawa was located, a storm of dust suddenly shot up.

"Such power!!!"

The expressions of Tezuka, Toyama and others all changed.

Having mastered the flawless technique, they knew that this move would temporarily elevate their abilities to a certain level. Especially the speed and explosive power of the bat, but they have never hit such a powerful bat in a seamless state.

"The mastery of technology in a seamless state is very exquisite."

Irie narrowed his eyes and said, "Even Toyama-san can control the force very well. Obviously, the reason why this ball is so powerful is that it has exceeded the upper limit of physics."

In other words.

Camus’s batting was horrific.

Even if he controlled his power as much as possible, the powerful impact still formed a terrible ball pressure, which rolled up all the dust on the ground in an instant.

So powerful.

Even Gui and Duke couldn't help but narrow their eyes.

Bang!

But the next moment.

The crisp sound of hitting the ball sounded.

The dust and smoke screen in front of Ishikawa was torn apart in an instant. At the same time, a little white light flashed and flew in front of Camus in an instant.

"Um?"

Seeing this, Camus' eyes changed slightly.

Judging from the effect, this ball did not cause a terrible smoke screen change like just now. But precisely because of this, it shocked him.

"His skills have reached such a level?"

Suppressing his emotions, Camus swung his racket and hit the tennis ball again with a bang.

boom!

In an instant.

On the right side of Ishikawa, a thick wave of smoke and dust was once again set off.

"nice shot!"

The French players clenched their fists.

Moro said coldly: "Now let me see how you answer it. Huh?"

However.

He didn't finish his sentence.

Then I saw Ishikawa's figure at the bottom line. The image gradually became blurred and finally disappeared completely.

"Remnant, afterimage?!"

George exclaimed.

He didn't even notice when the other party took action. This terrifying speed is simply mind-numbing.

Bang!

Subsequently.

Camus' ball was counterattacked.

And its landing point was accurately hit on the bottom line.

"This guy is so strong!"

Delacroix, who had always been taciturn, had a look of awe on his face.

In such a fierce duel, the opponent was able to hit the tennis ball accurately on the baseline. It can be seen that his skills are high and his courage is great.

and.

Without comparison, there is no gap.

Compared with Ishikawa's "radical and bold", Camus's hitting was powerful, but the landing point was not so precise. This has to make people wonder what is the cause.

Although the players on the French team were aware of it, no one thought about it. In other words, no one wants to think that way.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The fierce fighting continues.

The two never gave in to each other to win or lose the ball, from 1 minute to 3 minutes, 5 minutes, and now 10 minutes.

boom!

Camus returned the ball to the ground.

A powerful storm then rolled up, and its momentum was actually a bit louder than before.

"Um?"

but.

The masters from various countries on the high platform all showed expressions of surprise.

"Have you reached your limit?"

Polk spoke with a hint of surprise in his tone.

"W-what do you mean?"

Seyfried looked puzzled.

In his opinion, this is clearly a sign that Camus no longer hides his strength and is ready to release stronger abilities.

"This duel needs to be observed from the details."

Qp on the side shook his head and said: "On the surface, Camus's batting power has indeed improved a lot. However, this is not without cost."

"cost?"

Frankensteiner squinted his eyes and observed the court carefully. Then he seemed to see something and said in surprise: "I understand!"

"Ming, understand what?!"

Seyfried was still confused.

But he was unwilling to fall behind others, especially Frankensteiner, who had a competitive relationship with him in the team.

Immediately.

He observed carefully.

Bang!

At this moment, Ishikawa's counterattack hit the bottom line accurately.

"hiss!"

Seeing the white mark that was completely pressed against the bottom line, Seyfried subconsciously took a breath: "So accurate. Wait!!"

Uh-huh!

As if he thought of something, his eyes widened suddenly, staring at the point where Camus's counterattack would hit.

boom!

After Ishikawa's counterattack shredded the smoke screen, the landing point of the tennis ball at the bottom line of the court was clearly displayed. It looked like it had deviated from the bottom line by almost 5 centimeters.

For many, this shot is already very strong.

But this is the World Cup, and the one who hit this goal was Leopold Camus, one of the big 4 and the French team’s captain!

not to mention.

Camus's opponents still accurately control the landing point of the tennis ball on the baseline.

Comparing the two, it is clear which one is better and which one is worse.

"It's not that Camus is poor in technique."

On the other side, the Swiss team's leader Amadeus shook his head and said: "It's just that guy is too strong!"

Known as the most skilled player in this World Cup, he still felt deep pressure when thinking back to the last game. In that game, the feeling the opponent gave him was no worse than those of top professional players.

"But."

Next to him, Tasta, who was no weaker than Amadeus, said doubtfully: "If that's the case, why doesn't that guy get serious and completely suppress Camus?"

"He's very confident."

On the side of the American team, Reinhardt, who also lost to Ishikawa, said solemnly: "It's like a hunter evaluating his prey before hunting. This person is conducting a comprehensive evaluation of Camus."

"Hunter. Prey"

Hopkins and others looked extremely shocked.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have dared to believe that the majestic French captain had fallen into prey.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

On the court.

The two people, bathed in white light particles, moved back and forth on the bottom line. As time goes by, the duel between the two sides always remains within a certain range.

"this guy"

Hitting the tennis ball over again, Camus couldn't help but sink his eyes.

The two of them played 15 minutes to determine the outcome of this goal. But even so, he was still not sure of getting points.

and.

Even if he always maintains such high-quality return shots, he still falls short of his capabilities. But his opponent's terrifying and precise hitting made Camus dare not slack off at all.

At this moment, even though he was as calm as Camus, he couldn't help but have a thought in his mind, 'Is this guy a robot?' !

The level of batting that never dropped.

Terrible physical ability without any sign of exhaustion.

He couldn't think of a better description other than machine. But he also knew that this was impossible.

"senior."

At this moment, Ishikawa on the opposite side suddenly laughed and said: "You are too careless."

Bang!

The words fell.

A touch of light yellow luster bloomed beside Camus without any warning.

"0-15!"

"Ugh!"

Compared with the shock of others, Camus was even more shocked.

"How is that possible!"

Was it just a moment of distraction that was captured by the other party? What a terrible observation!

and.

If Camus saw it correctly, the opponent's attack speed was obviously faster than before. Moreover, the landing point still maintains that terrifying accuracy.

"so."

Camus looked at his opponent again, with a strong look of fear in his eyes: "He has not used his true strength until now. What am I thinking!"

He smiled bitterly in his heart.

Ishikawa's top abilities such as light hitting and kendo true meaning have not been displayed until now.

"really."

Camus sighed softly: "When facing this person, you can't have any illusions."

Thinking of this, he took out a tennis ball and started hitting it gently.

In the stands, representatives from various countries were watching his every move. They all want to know what changes the French team's leader will make.

Buzz!

but.

What people didn't expect was that Camus once again inspired the dazzling white light from before.

"The light of reserve?"

Qp was very surprised: "This move has no meaning to that person. His aura is already so powerful that it cannot be taken away by external forces."

Regardless of the fact that Ishikawa has also mastered this ability, in terms of personal spiritual will, the special halo effect brought about by the reserved light/seamless clothing is completely meaningless to Ishikawa.

Without effective restrictions, Camus would have been unable to change the situation.

"No!"

But at this time, Polk next to him shook his head and said: "Look carefully, this is not an ordinary light."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Becker, Bismarck and others all looked down.

"That is."

After reacting, Qp squinted his eyes and looked at Camus carefully, and said in surprise: "Have you sincerely experienced the joy of tennis and the glory of love?"

Above the light of reserve, there are three great mysteries.

That is, the "glory of love" that truly appreciates the joy of tennis, the origin of strength, and the short-lived "glory of loneliness"; the "glory of perseverance" that awakens after fully understanding one's own strength and weakness. !

These three mysteries, mastering one of them, can touch the threshold of the professional level.

Obviously.

Camus relied on this move to enter the professional field.

Bang!

At this time.

The crisp sound of hitting the ball sounded.

Everyone in the stands, including players from both teams, stared wide-eyed: "Wait, the tennis ball is gone?!"

Only the sound of hitting the ball is heard, and no trace of the tennis ball is seen.

At this moment, they even thought that Camus did not serve the ball, and that the sound of hitting the ball just now was just their own hallucination.

Bang!

But the next moment.

Another crisp hitting sound sounded.

A sharp white point of light bloomed, then cut through the sky above the stadium and appeared in front of Camus.

"Has it really started?!"

Everyone's hearts were shaking.

Camus's eyes became solemn.

"Sure enough, I was still seen through."

He had done research before the game, and Ishikawa's insight was terrifying. From the exhibition games to the quarterfinals, there was no trick he couldn't crack.

"call!"

Take a deep breath.

Camus increased his concentration and devoted himself to the game. He knew very well that facing such a strong enemy, any fluke would be fatal.

Only by fighting with all his strength and concentrating on the battle can he have a chance of winning.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The second ball duel is in progress.

Camus, who released the [Glory of Love], has improved his strength. The attack is more fierce, and the trajectory of the tennis ball is unpredictable and difficult to find.

If it were a duel with other people, Camus would probably win the game with a crushing momentum.

However.

The more he came into contact, the more he felt the fear of his opponent. As time went on, he not only failed to score, but also felt a painful feeling like he was trapped in a quagmire.

"Senior!"

On the opposite side, Ishikawa, who also shone with a seamless light on his body, smiled and said: "I said, don't be distracted during the game."

Bang!

Immediately.

The light of the heavenly clothes on his body bloomed without reservation, and a strong and fierce momentum rushed out. The tennis ball hit Camus like a cannonball.

"This ball shines like this?"

Feeling the majestic momentum coming from the tennis ball, Camus was shocked: "Giant, fortitude?!"

Boom!

In an instant.

The terrifying ball pressure condensed into a point, smashed a shallow pit on the ground, and passed through Camus' legs before he could react.

"0-30!"

Silence.

The huge stadium suddenly fell into extreme silence.

"Captain!"

"Leopold!"

The French players' faces changed wildly.

At the moment when Ishikawa's return ball landed, a strong wave of smoke and dust swept over, covering Camus' entire body. The fall of this ball squeezed their previous shock and fear to the extreme, and they all cried out in surprise.

A moment later.

The smoke and dust dissipated, revealing a stiff blond figure.

"Huh"

Seeing that Camus was not injured, everyone on the French team breathed a sigh of relief. But soon, their faces turned ugly again.

"How, how could this happen?"

George, as a staff officer, was stunned at this time. Even though he had made the most serious estimate of the situation before the game, he couldn't believe that the situation would be so bad.

Camus, who displayed the [Glory of Love], didn't even get 1 point.

"Glory of Fortitude?"

Bart, Moro and others were solemn.

Even with the same level of secrets, the opponent still suppressed Camus. This means that the opponent's basic strength is even better than their main general.

Of course.

Some people analyzed from Ishikawa's words when he hit the ball that Camus was careless. If he played seriously, he might not be unable to win.

But.

Such thoughts were ruthlessly crushed by facts in the next game.

Bang!

"Game!"

"Japan, 1-0!"

Bang!

"Game!"

"Japan, 2-0!"

Bang!

"Game!"

"Japan, 3-0!"

In the blink of an eye, Ishikawa won three games in a row.

Camus was getting more and more frightened, and his own light was constantly dimming in the duel.

"Too strong."

After exchanging positions, Camus looked at his opponent with deep eyes.

Strength, speed, skills. The opponent has no weaknesses. What made him more headache was that the opponent's terrible insight, if he was distracted, his defense would be penetrated.

Although he was not dangerous from the score, Camus knew that this was the critical moment of victory or defeat.

"Alas"

With a sigh, he gently touched the racket in his hand, his fingertips slid gently from the racket string, and carefully felt the elasticity from it. He seemed to be able to deeply understand every strong impact that this racket had encountered since the three games.

"I didn't expect it to come to this step."

Under the surprised gaze of others, Camus looked at the racket affectionately and said slowly: "Dear, let's be one again!"

What?

Hearing this.

The audience around showed astonishment.

Become one with the racket?

Does the captain of the French team really know what he is talking about?

Boom!

But at this moment.

Camus, who held the racket again, burst out with a terrifying momentum that was stronger and hotter than the perfect and radiant love.

"Come on, Ishikawa!"

"Feel the ultimate tennis of Leopold Camus!"

At this moment.

The momentum of the captain of the French team was beyond the ordinary professional level. Reached another new and shocking realm.

The ultimate tennis of the deepest love!