Chapter 490 Changes in the German Team

That day.

All four quarter-finals were over.

Except for the French team being defeated by the Japanese team, the rest of the teams that advanced were all the original big4 lineups.

This also indirectly proves the value of the rankings over the years. In fact, if the French team had not met the Japanese team, with their strong lineup and Camus's terrifying strength with one foot in the ultimate field, the French team would still be an unshakable existence.

What a pity.

This year's World Cup is destined to be not peaceful.

In addition to the champion German team that wants to achieve an unprecedented ten consecutive championships, and the Spanish team that is rumored to have the legendary samurai Nanjiro join, there is also the Japanese team known as the super dark horse.

The last two rounds of confrontation will definitely be the most intense and the most exciting!

"Ah~ Let's go!"

After the game, Mifune yawned and led everyone away from the venue.

Compared with the excitement of others, the head coach of the Japanese team seemed very calm, as if he had expected this result long ago.

On the way back, everyone was very excited.

But the masters led by Ishikawa, Byodoin and Oni also seemed very calm.

For them, defeating the French team was not worth celebrating. With the French team's lineup, it was at best a dessert before dinner.

The real test will begin when they advance to the semi-finals.

Because their next opponent is the strongest team of the year, the No. 1 seed, the German team. Although the Japanese team defeated the German team in the exhibition match, the strongest high school professional player has not yet appeared. For the Japanese team, the German team is still the most threatening team at present.

However.

Because Ishikawa is in charge, and Byodoin and Oni did not play in this game. For tomorrow's game, everyone is not so worried.

On the other side.

After defeating their opponents, the other three teams that advanced to the semi-finals also returned to their hotels.

In the eastern part of Melbourne, Murphy Hotel.

This is the hotel where the German team is located. Like other top hotels, it is also equipped with a special training venue. It also specially receives professional players who come to Melbourne for competitions.

The third floor of the hotel was specially transformed into a top tennis training venue. All kinds of training equipment are available, and even professional referees and caddies are equipped.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

At this time.

It was evening.

The court inside the hotel was in its prime, and there were players everywhere who came to warm up.

Because of the German team, most of the people here were actually here to watch the game. However, before advancing to the semi-finals, the head coach of the German team had never conducted group training on a large scale.

Even if they trained normally, they would find a closed place.

However.

Because tomorrow is the semi-final against the Japanese team, the head coach no longer went far away and specially conducted training to keep the players' bodies hot.

Bang!

At this moment.

In a crowded court, a tall figure hit an extremely sharp shot.

"So fast!"

"As expected of Bismarck, this ball directly hits the opponent's blind spot!"

"It is rumored that he has reached a level close to the professional level. Now it seems to be true!"

Seeing this amazing straight shot, everyone couldn't help but praise.

"It is indeed a good shot."

But at this time.

On the other side of the court, the young man with the same upright figure smiled slightly: "Although you usually hide it well, your ambition can't be restrained, right, Michael!"

Then.

The young man turned sideways, and under the surprised eyes of everyone, he swung the racket in the opposite direction of the tennis ball.

"Huh?!"

But Bismarck on the opposite side seemed to have noticed something, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"I was actually seen through?"

Swish!

The next moment.

The tennis ball suddenly changed direction, and then, in the shocked eyes of everyone, it hit the racket swung by the young man.

With a bang.

A touch of pale yellow light bloomed beside Bismarck.

"The game is over."

On the high chair at the edge of the court, the referee nodded and said, "Rudolf Becker wins, the score is 6-4!"

"Great!"

"It's Becker!"

"It seems that there is still a big gap between ordinary professional players and real professionals like Becker!"

Others whispered.

The winner Becker smiled and walked forward, grabbed Bismarck's hand and said with a smile: "Sorry, it seems that my luck is better than yours."

"This is not luck."

Bismarck shook his head and said, "In the first eight games, you obviously kept observing my strength. Only in the last two games did you play seriously."

"But there is one thing I am curious about."

Bismarck squinted and said, "I haven't played a change ball in the first nine games. How did you see my ball path in the last ball?"

This is what he was confused about.

Recently, Bismarck has been working hard to strengthen his training and make his style more varied. For this reason, he has never used this top-level change ball.

Today can be said to be the first time he has played a change ball in nearly a year. Moreover, it was a top-notch trick that he had developed through hard research.

However, his opponent saw through it at a glance.

This made Bismarck very confused, and at the same time he was secretly shocked by Becker's strength.

If he remembered correctly, the opponent lost to the high school student of the Japanese team in the exhibition match not long ago. In that match, Becker must have gone all out with his pride.

In just a few days, has the opponent's strength improved so much?

"Maybe my observation has become more acute."

Becker smiled and said, "Although I lost that game, it also made my skills and insight go to the next level."

"Is that so?"

Bismarck sighed and nodded, "In that case, tomorrow's game is up to you."

In fact.

What others don't know is that this training match also has another purpose, which is that the head coach of the German team will conduct an overall strength evaluation of his own players before the game.

The outcome of the game will largely determine the lineup for tomorrow's game against the Japanese team.

Bismarck lost this game.

With the serious overflow of the high school student list, he basically has no hope for tomorrow's game.

"Mikhail, you are really good."

When the two left the court, Becker looked at him meaningfully: "But unfortunately, you and I are no longer on the same level. After that game, I was dominated by anger and unexpectedly mastered some top-level secrets!"

He didn't take this game seriously at all.

Because for Becker, this was just a verification of his own strength. It turned out that he was too strong. He even regretted that he should have found Qp as a test subject.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

On the other side.

In a court with fewer spectators, a blond boy was fighting with his opponent.

"Elmer."

At this time, his opponent, the fierce-looking flat-headed boy grinned, and his eyes, which faintly emitted a dangerous red light, flashed with a sharp luster.

"You are still as reckless as before, and you haven't corrected that weakness until now!"

Bang!

The voice fell.

Frankensteiner, known as the [Tennis Robot], made a decisive move and hit the ball directly in the direction of Seyfried's backhand.

"Really?"

However.

The blond boy whose action was blocked suddenly laughed: "Why can't this be a blind spot that I deliberately showed you?"

Bang!

As soon as the words fell.

The racket in the boy's hand swung at an astonishing speed, accompanied by a crisp hitting sound, and a white luster bloomed behind Frankensteiner without warning.

"Game!"

"Seyfried, 6-5!"

After scoring this crucial point, Seyfried attacked decisively and defeated Frankensteiner completely under the shocked eyes of Frankensteiner.

"The game is over."

"Elmer Seyfried won, the score was 7-5!"

Plop!

Under the shocked eyes of others, this [Tennis Robot] ranked first among the junior high school students of the German team actually knelt down on the ground helplessly as if his strength had been drained.

"How, how is it possible?"

Frankensteiner's body trembled.

Others might think that this was his reaction of not wanting to lose to his opponent. But what really shocked him, or frightened him, was the terrifying pressure he felt from Seyfried at the end.

"This guy actually realized that ability?!"

At the same time.

Other matches were also in progress.

But the most watched ones were not Becker and Bismarck. In another match, the number of spectators gathered was so large that the court was completely surrounded.

Because the two sides of the game were the first and second ranked Polk and Qp of the German team.

At this moment.

The situation was different from what most people thought.

Qp, who could surpass Becker and was even called the most outstanding work of the German tennis school, didn't even get 1 point at this time.

"Hiss, is this the strength of the world's number one high school student?"

The people watching the game felt their scalps tingling.

Polk was too strong.

Under his terrible pressure, Qp was completely suppressed. He played a game for 30 minutes but didn't get even 1 point. He was so tired that he was out of breath.

"It's over."

Polk said lightly.

For him now, there is no one in the team who is really worthy of his shot. Even in the entire World Cup, there are only a few people.

Bang!

Immediately.

He hit a mediocre shot, but in the eyes of a real master, it was as scary as a comet meteorite that cut through the night sky.

Tick!

Tick!

Qp's face was constantly dripping with sweat, and his delicate and handsome face was filled with shock and fear.

But.

When the traces of tennis were reflected in the depths of his pupils, all the fear and shock on Qp's face disappeared. Instead, there was an unwavering determination.

"My tennis will never stop here!"

Boom!

The next moment.

Qp roared without caring about his elegant image, swung his racket with all his strength, and hit the tennis ball hard.

Whoosh!

Immediately.

A sharp white light suddenly appeared.

The silver arc of light infected everyone's vision, causing them to be blinded for a moment. Even Polk's movements became sluggish at this moment.

So much so that he didn't catch the ball.

Bang!

The tennis ball landed.

It caused a strong dust storm and then bounced out.

"15-40!"

The referee said quickly after recovering from his shock.

"Wait!!"

But at this moment, the linesman wearing sunglasses under the high chair raised his hand and said, "This ball is out of bounds!"

Out of bounds?

The referee was stunned.

And when he looked closely, he saw the white dot behind Polk, which was obviously outside the baseline, and he immediately reacted.

"No, sorry."

Then, he quickly corrected the score and said, "The game is over, Jurgen Barisavich Polk won, the score was 6-0!"

Out of bounds? !

Only then did the others react.

Then, everyone looked at Polk again, with obvious admiration. It turned out that the other party took action because they saw that the ball was out of bounds.

"The insight of the world's No. 1 high school student is simply too terrifying!"

"That's not right. Polk defeated the top talent Novak Brinner in a professional match!"

"It seems that Polk's ranking in the professional tennis world next year may jump to the top five or even the top three!"

Everyone started to discuss.

Polk didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in his heart for these people's flattery. On the contrary, he looked at Qp opposite with a serious and sharp look.

Sure enough.

He saw a long-lost smile on that person's face.

"Did it succeed?"

Polk nodded gently.

It turned out that Qp took the initiative to ask for this game. As his teacher, the head coach of the German team, Can Retru, finally chose to arrange it after discussing with Polk.

As it turned out, Qp succeeded.

Under the terrible pressure of Polk, he not only broke free from the opponent's terrifying trick. He also turned all his previous accumulation into motivation and took that extremely difficult step forward.

After this game, this young man who is known for his perfect qualities may have to change his name.

"Let's go."

At this time, a middle-aged man in a gray suit appeared. After nodding to Polk, he waved to Qp with a smile and said, "You need to rest now and recover as much energy as possible."

"Yes."

Qp nodded.

Although he has taken that crucial step, the consumption of physical energy is also a very serious problem. After all, there will be at least two games tomorrow. If he encounters a difficult person, the consumption of physical energy will become his fatal problem.

This is also what Retru was entangled with before the game.

But the facts proved that he made the right bet. Qp successfully evolved and the overall strength of the German team was greatly improved. In tomorrow's game, their chances of winning have exceeded 80%!

As for Polk, it's not that Retru doesn't care about him, but there is no need. After all, even world-class marathon runners don't have the terrifying physical fitness of the other party.

In tomorrow's game, let alone three sets, even if Polk plays five sets, he may not even breathe.

"Another way to the ultimate realm?"

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, a rare gleam of brilliance flashed in Polk's cold and serious eyes.