Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 325: Unsolvable Swastika?
"Let's finish with this Baixia Punishment." Shendailan said calmly.

The strongest tennis player currently active, Polk's strength is still good.

If it had been a few months ago, it might have really caused a lot of trouble for Shendailan.

But God's Blue has also been growing.

Since Kamidai Blue had hurt the opponent with Senbonzakura in advance this time, he had far suppressed the opponent in terms of physical condition and momentum.

So the pressure Polk puts on him now may not even be as good as No. 2 Tanejima Shuji.

Just one goal doesn't show that God's Blue is much better than Polk.

In a game, it is never the performance of one goal that determines the outcome, but the physical distribution and technical competition throughout the game.

Jindailan wanted to put the official match with Polk later.

"See how vast the world is, Polk." Jindai Lan chuckled.

It's just that his words are somewhat strange.

It was obviously Polk who was in the world, but in the eyes of the gods, Polk seemed to be the frog at the bottom of the well.

"Boom." A white disk emerged from the sky, cold air burst out from it, and fell like heavy snow.

This scene was so familiar that Atobe Keigo's eyes suddenly became dazed.

"Is it that move?" he murmured.

"I think this should be an upgraded version, Atobe." Yushi Ninzu said in a steady voice: "The opponent is a professional level, and this Baixia Punishment should be launched with full force."

Although what the other party said was true, Atobe was still very unhappy.

He looked at the field seriously and thought unconvinced: "I want to see what difference this Baixia Punishment makes."

"No, the cold air has quickly invaded my body, and now my body's reaction speed has dropped sharply." At the moment the cold air condensed, Polk had already noticed the changes in his body.

However, such cold weather cannot yet freeze Polk.

"Whoa." Jindailan's figure flashed away, and appeared at the landing point in the blink of an eye. He raised the racket in his hand, the cold air poured out, and the dazzling light converged towards the racket.

"Is the ball hitting the ball with light? No, there is no aura of destruction in the light." Polk's face became more solemn.

At this point in the game, Polk has exposed many of his trump cards, but God's Blue is still full of mystery, and even the swastika has not been completely exposed.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Polk had to recognize the reality that this junior high school student was no less powerful than himself.

Jindai Lan shook his arm, and the tennis racket hit the tennis ball hard with cold air.

"Boom." The cold air suddenly erupted.The originally yellow tennis ball was frozen in an instant and turned into a snowball, dragging a slender ice and snow track towards Polk.

"Why does it look so ordinary?" Polk frowned, not daring to look down on it in his heart, and still swung out with full strength.

"Wow." The racket brought up a large phantom, heading straight towards the tennis ball.

"Bang." The moment the tennis ball hit the racket, everyone heard a loud noise, and Polk could also sense a powerful force coming from it.

But after a moment, everything fell into silence.

Everyone was shocked to find that the tennis ball stayed on the racket strangely.

The contact surface produced condensed frost.

"Kaka." With a soft sound, the frost began to spread towards the racket.

"Bang." Polk let go hurriedly, and the racket made a sound when it hit the ground, and then the whole thing was frozen. "Kaka." Cracks appeared on the surface of the racket and it shattered.

"I'm sorry, it seems that I won this ball." Jindailan chuckled, and he slowly put away the racket, as if to him, beating a professional player was not worth mentioning.

"." Polk stared at the broken racket for a long time, unable to speak to himself.

"The tennis ball froze on the tennis racket the moment it hit it, so no matter how powerful I was, I couldn't hit the tennis ball back. How can I hit back?" Although he lost the point, Polk did not show any sign of unwillingness. , but fell into deep thought.

Constantly reflecting, summarizing, and improving are the qualities of Polk as a professional player.

"Baixia Penalty, this explosive skill is not as earth-shattering as other swastikas, but it is definitely a skill that is close to unsolvable." Inui Sadaharu swallowed hard.

"Theoretically, it should be that the temperature difference between the tennis ball and the racket is too large, which is why the tennis ball sticks to the racket. This is the same as the tongue sticking to the popsicle. To crack this skill, it should require extreme strength. Let's use the force to overcome the adhesive force between the tennis ball and the tennis racket."

"It's just that pure power should be difficult to crack?" Polk was expressionless, still thinking.

"The moment my racket hit the tennis ball, the tennis ball was completely frozen on the racket. No matter how much force I used, it was incomprehensible. Unless I could increase the temperature of the racket."

"Maybe just with a quick swing?"

Polk thought of a possibility.

He raised his head and looked at Kamidailan with deep fear in his eyes.

"I never thought Neon would have such a genius."

Neon Tennis has always been in a relatively weak situation in the world championships.

It’s just that in recent years, neon tennis has gradually been on the rise, but it is still not worth mentioning for an established tennis power like Germany.

But now, Polk sensed a crisis.

It turned out that such a powerful genius had already appeared unknowingly.

"Phew." Polk let out a long sigh.

"You win, young man." He smiled with relief and held out his hand.

"You're careless, that's all." Shendailan held Polk's hand.

"There is no such thing as carelessness. From the beginning of the game, you controlled the rhythm of the game. Even my psychology was played by you in the applause." Polk shook his head, his expression gradually became serious, and his tone could Hearing was unwilling to accept: "But in a formal game, the loss of one point does not mean anything. If the whole game is played, the outcome will not be so easily doomed."

"Compared to a complete defeat, a dignified defeat is more suitable for you." Shendai Lan shrugged and said without any sign of weakness.

"What a confident young man." Polk couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

"I'm looking forward to playing against you in the future. See you in the world." Polk nodded towards God's Blue.

"It turns out that the minister has reached this level." Looking at this scene in the field, the Fudomine main candidates felt mixed feelings.

The person in the field now is the number one professional player in the world.

But Jindai Lan won a goal.

Regardless of whether this goal was due to luck or other factors, being able to score this point means that God's Generation Blue has officially entered the professional level.

In comparison, they appear to be somewhat mediocre in talent.

"Hey, you guys have to grow up quickly." At this time, Echizen Nanjiro came to everyone and said carelessly: "You all have the ability to stand at the top of the tennis world. Then challenge the Kamidai kid."

(End of this chapter)