Chapter 513 The Final Battle, on Ashura Shinto
Bang!
The tennis ball, like a storm, suddenly hit the baseline behind Ishikawa. The airflow that followed made his clothes rustle.
"0-30!"
"Oh oh oh!!!"
Polke scored continuously, and the German team cheered.
"It's the ultimate tennis!"
Rainhart, Amadeus and others were full of fear.
The so-called ultimate is to enter the final realm of tennis. Those who can reach this step are all the top players in tennis. Only by stepping into this road can you be qualified to become a legendary player.
And Polk is undoubtedly such a player.
Not long ago.
He had already proved himself by strongly defeating the world's number one professional player in the German competition in Berlin. And now, in the semi-final singles 1 of the Australian World Cup, he once again exerted the kind of power that everyone needs to respect.
The balance of victory and defeat seemed to have tilted towards Polk at this moment.
"It's really strong!"
Camus of the French team also showed awe.
However,
He turned his eyes and looked at the side of the Japanese team's court, the black-haired boy who was in the center of the storm vortex but seemed to be unaffected.
"But this person has also entered that realm!"
In the quarter-finals, he collided head-on with Ishikawa. Although Camus used all his tricks, even the ultimate tennis in an instant, he still lost.
Recalling the situation of the two people's duel at that time, Camus knew very well that the opponent had also entered the ultimate realm in the true sense.
"This serve is very important, he will definitely not let Polk continue to score. Eh?!"
However.
This thought just came up.
He saw that Ishikawa's serve was hit back by Polk strongly, and it bounced straight up after landing on the ground and scored directly.
"0-40!"
"Polk!"
"Polk!"
"Polk!"
On the court.
Countless people shouted Polk's surname.
Because they were witnessing the most exciting reversal in this semi-final. The German team that wins this match will advance to the finals with the strongest attitude and meet Spain.
"What, what's going on?"
The other players were at a loss.
They all looked at Ishikawa in confusion. Just like Camus thought, in their opinion, the opponent would never give up this game.
That means handing over the victory of the second set to Polk.
And once the game enters the final set, Polk's chances of winning will only be greater. Because his physical fitness is at a level that Novak Brinner has to admit defeat.
Once the game lasts more than two hours, with the difference in physical strength between Polk and Ishikawa, who is a high school student and a junior high school student, the latter will definitely be completely defeated.
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
However.
Under the surprised, playful, or worried eyes of the crowd, Ishikawa took out a tennis ball and tapped it gently.
"Hmm."
Looking at the bouncing tennis ball, some people who had doubted Ishikawa's true strength in their hearts all looked serious.
Because they could feel that a momentum that was ready to erupt, like a volcano about to erupt, was gathering.
"Starting to be serious now? It's too late!"
Bismarck shook his head.
He never underestimated Ishikawa's strength, but for tennis matches, when to erupt and how much strength to erupt are very particular. For example, Polk just now seemed to have only lost an insignificant serve.
As a result, it was because of that game that he lost the first set.
And now, Ishikawa was also careless. He did not take it seriously when Polk used the ultimate tennis, but was reserved, as if he was observing his opponent.
But.
It was because of this short hesitation of tens of seconds that he was completely passive.
At this time, Polk only needed to get one more point to win the second set with the same score of 6-4.
"But."
Unlike others, Qp, who had lost to Ishikawa, showed hesitation in his eyes: "Will that person really make such a low-level mistake?"
He felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
Huh!
At this moment, Ishikawa threw the tennis ball up.
Under the gaze of everyone, he lowered his body a little, then stood on tiptoe and jumped up with the force of his body. The racket in his hand also flipped over his head at an astonishing speed.
Chila!
At this moment.
The audience who were staring at him the whole time felt their vision distorted. There was no change in Ishikawa's body, but the racket he swung became simulated, and even pulled out a dizzying afterimage.
"What kind of serve is this?!"
The masters of various countries were shocked.
Bang!
The next moment.
The ball and the racket collided.
The tennis ball turned into a pale yellow afterimage, like a meteor passing towards the court where Polk was. The speed was so fast that even the eyesight-savvy Atobe could only catch a trace of afterimage.
"This serve."
And Byodoin and the ghost frowned instinctively.
Too fast!
Even the speed of the ball exceeded their thinking speed. If they were on the court, they probably wouldn't even have time to react.
"So."
Thinking of this, a thought popped up in the minds of both of them at the same time: "Is this his real strongest serve?!"
Bang!
Almost at the same time.
Ishikawa's serve was accurately pressed on the serving line.
And Polk, who had entered the ultimate realm, observed the trajectory of the tennis ball with his extremely strong willpower.
But.
This serve was too fast!
Even Polk had never thought that the opponent's serve would reach such an amazing level!
He tried to swing the racket, but found that he, who had entered the ultimate realm, could not even move a finger!
Swoosh!
So, under Polk's gaze, the tennis ball bounced violently and sank into the back of the court.
"15-40!"
The referee spoke.
The scene suddenly fell into extreme silence.
"A, ace ball?!"
Bismarck was also dumbfounded.
Holding his hands, he looked very stiff. After looking up at Polk, who was expressionless on the court, he took a deep breath.
"Even Jurgen can't fight back?"
This is too shocking!
So much so that he still feels a strong shock in his heart!
"Sure enough."
Qp looked at Ishikawa with a serious face.
He guessed correctly. The opponent was not careless, but deliberately let Polk get 3 points in this crucial game. Then, he wiped out the opponent's hope step by step.
This is a psychological warfare.
And Ishikawa obviously has the capital to control the progress of the game.
"The real [Star Mark] serve is difficult for even top professional players to fight back!"
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Sure enough.
After that, Ishikawa served continuously, and under the unbelievable eyes of others, he actually used the serve to reverse the score.
Bang!
"Game!"
"Japanese team Ishikawa, 5-5!"
The score was tied again.
Those who originally shouted that the German team and Polk must win were silent in an instant. This shows that Ishikawa's tactics were very successful. Many people have already felt powerless about the game.
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
However.
All this had no effect on the young man who was hitting the tennis ball at the baseline.
"It must be said that the opponent's main general hid his trump card and really caught Jurgen off guard. But it's a pity."
In the coaching position, Retlu raised his head and looked at Polk calmly: "The will of our main general is too strong!"
Boom!
Sure enough.
With Polk serving.
The terrifying storm broke out again. With the passing of the tennis ball, the strong wind swept, and instantly turned the entire court into a ground filled with destructive storms as if the earth was just born, the atmosphere had not yet been fully formed.
Ishikawa on the opposite side looked up, but he and Polk, who had just displayed the universe in his palm, exchanged roles.
At this moment.
Above the sky, a pair of eyes as sharp as a blade suddenly appeared.
This is Polk's will.
At this moment, he seemed to have become the master of the court. That terrifying spiritual will crushed Ishikawa without reservation.
Boom!
And in an instant.
The boundless pressure turned into a tennis ball, which was accurately pressed on the baseline and shot out high.
"15-0!"
"What a terrible momentum."
Ishikawa looked at the opponent with fear.
Polk's tennis was the most terrifying aura pressure he had ever seen. He didn't catch the ball just now, but Ishikawa had a hunch that if he tried to swing the racket to catch the ball, the terrifying pressure would not disappear, but would be transferred to him.
"Is this the philosopher who leads to victory?"
Ishikawa thought secretly in his heart.
Philosophy is a very powerful weapon, and Polk's philosophy is undoubtedly an idealistic type. I don't know how much hard training he has gone through before he realized this terrible spiritual power that is enough to influence reality with his will.
However.
This also explains why Polk can use the baptism of the vortex to play such a terrible move as [Time Loop].
Boom!
Then.
Polk's serve landed again.
Although its speed was not as fast as Ishikawa's [Star Mark], it completely disappeared from the sight of ordinary people. Those who could capture the trajectory of the tennis ball felt the heavy mental fluctuations that seemed to crush their hearts.
"That's right."
Retru clenched his fists and thought to himself: "This is the man who led the German team to an unprecedented ten consecutive World Cup titles. His spirit and his will have become the most dangerous weapon on this court!"
Retru believed that if the person on the court was not Ishikawa but someone else. I'm afraid that the moment he felt the pressure of Polk's serve, his spirit would be shocked by the terrible pressure and become an idiot.
This is not an exaggeration.
Because the previous German team captain, Polk's predecessor, was suppressed by Polk's ultimate tennis in a private game and collapsed on the spot.
At that time, he only felt that his brain was blank and fell into a short yips. When he woke up, he didn't remember what had just happened.
That's why.
Polke never showed this ability to outsiders, in order to hide his trump card. But more importantly, he was worried that he would really make his opponent an idiot.
Boom!
In a blink of an eye.
Polk hit another ball.
The strong tornado whirlwind was surging, and it disappeared in an instant. And everyone's attention was focused on the white mark on the serving line in front of Ishikawa.
"40-0!"
The referee's voice fell.
The whole court suddenly fell into a dead silence.
Depressed.
Dull.
When looking at Polk, everyone felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their hearts, making them a little breathless.
Too strong!
The tennis of this world's No. 1 high school student is completely unbelievably strong!
In comparison, although Ishikawa's serve is also terrible, it is not as powerful as Polk's ultimate tennis.
In fact.
Many people were shocked and guessed in their hearts what the final development of this game would be. No matter how powerful Ishikawa's serve is, it is possible that Polk, who has entered the ultimate realm, will be able to see through it.
After all, Polk only spent one game to see through the opponent's previous serve.
Once Polk adapts to Ishikawa's serve, there will be only one result in this game.
"The German team will win."
Zeus said in a deep voice.
Swish!
As soon as this was said.
Not only the players of the Greek team, but also the players of other teams looked at him.
As we all know, one of Zeus' abilities is the so-called [omniscience]. This is the ability to see through other people's hearts and even read the possibilities of the future.
"Captain."
Hermes lowered his voice and asked, "Did you see anything?"
"How is it possible."
Zeus laughed dumbly when he heard this.
"Such a game is no longer something I can participate in. That Polk's tennis pressure is too great. Even I will feel dizzy if I watch it too much."
"Yeah."
Hearing this, Hermes and others nodded heavily.
They also had similar feelings. Polk's tennis ball was too strong in suppressing the spirit. This was probably the reason why Ishikawa had not launched a counterattack.
However.
The current situation did not allow him to retreat. If he continued like this, the only option waiting for him was defeat.
Whoosh!
At this time.
Polk threw it up again, and with the emergence of the light golden particles, his momentum burst out instantly. At the moment the tennis ball was hit, the extremely terrifying mental will also spread.
For a while.
Everyone's eyes fell on Ishikawa.
Fight back or escape?
Swish!
The next moment.
Ishikawa moved.
He proved with his actions that he would never sit and wait for death.
"It's over."
When he saw Ishikawa's move, Retulu smiled: "If he continues to endure, after adapting to Jurgen's mental pressure, he still has a chance to win. Unfortunately, he is too impulsive. The pressure that condensed into a point at that moment will overwhelm his brain in an instant!"
Retulu seemed to have seen the scene where the tennis ball fell to the ground and Ishikawa knelt on the ground at the same time.
Because no one can stop Polk's terrifying mental pressure!
Clang!
But at this moment.
A sound like metal collision suddenly sounded.
Hmm?
Retulu looked up suddenly.
Polk on the court was also startled.
Bang!
But he saw a silver-white arc of light exploded without warning near the baseline behind his left side.
"Out!"
"Game!"
"Polke of the German team, 6-5!"
But soon, the referee's voice sounded. And everyone's eyes were locked on the baseline. The white trace of Ishikawa's return was obviously about two fingers away from the baseline.
"Hmm."
Unlike those who were either celebrating or complaining about Ishikawa's return out of bounds, Retulu, Qp, and Polk on the court all looked at the black-haired boy on the other side.
"That is."
At this time.
Retulu vaguely saw a black afterimage holding a sharp sword behind the boy.
In an instant.
An extremely terrifying aura spread.
"Ashura's Shinto?"
Qp's eyes sank.
"No!"
And Polk on the court looked at Ishikawa with a deep gaze, thinking to himself: "This aura far exceeds Ashura's Shinto. This is his ultimate tennis above Ashura's Shinto!"