Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 107 Xin Zhao (4 more)
Xiao Yan walked down with a calm expression.

Zhang Cheng didn't leave, he just looked around and looked at everyone:

"Who else? Come up and move yourself!"

The whole audience was silent. After all, Xiao Yan who had just played was considered above average in the high school of the entire Tennis Association.

Zhang Cheng pouted, his eyes full of disdain.

No wonder Yu Renshui wants to clean up the entire Tennis Association. They are only high school students at this level. Isn't this just living in the Tennis Association for the elderly?

The Tennis Association treats these players very well, not only including food and housing, but also providing courts to play, and a monthly salary of up to [-].

But they don't have to do anything. Occasionally, they only need to go through the motions to get a place to play an exchange game abroad, and they don't care about the results at all.

That's why Yu Renshui didn't give the invitation to the Australian Open Youth Invitational to their association.

On the one hand, it is a question of strength, but the most important thing is the question of attitude.

Zhang Cheng looked at the group of people with some disappointment, and then said directly:

"I heard that you have a guy called Xin Zhao who is quite good, let him come out and play two games with me."

"Hmph, I believe that I don't bother playing games with you, a junior high school student." Someone from the sidelines made a voice.

"That's right, brother Xin is the top card of our tennis association, how can you, a junior high school student, see you?"

The person next to him continued.

Immediately, the two of them felt something was wrong.

"What do you mean, kid? My name is Master Xin and you are Brother Xin. Are you trying to rebel?"

"How the hell do I want to be your father!"

……

Zhang Cheng didn't care, and continued to stand on the court with his eyes closed and wait quietly.

That Xin Zhao was Zhao Dezhu's subordinate, Zhang Cheng didn't believe it, but Xin Zhao knew he was coming and still held his breath.

Sure enough, within half an hour.

Following a commotion in the crowd, Zhang Cheng opened his eyes and turned to the left.

There, the crowd automatically parted a passage, and then Zhang Cheng saw a handsome young guy walking over.

A group of people next to them shouted either Brother Xin or Lord Xin, and they seemed quite friendly.

Xin Zhao nodded to them with a smile, then walked directly in front of Zhang Cheng, without too much nonsense, asked directly:
"You have the invitation letter with you?"

"So what?" Zhang Cheng smiled lightly.

The corner of Xin Zhao's mouth twitched, and his face showed a haughty look: "It's good for you, I heard that you are looking for me, why? Want to send me the invitation letter?"

Zhao Xin had been coveting that invitation letter for a long time. Zhao Dezhu had personally promised to give it to him before, but he didn't expect to hear about it later.

He even heard that the invitation letter was given to a junior high school student, so how could he not be angry?
That was his first step on the road to becoming a big star, and Zhao Dezhu had promised him that he would be the next Great God of Cheng Dong by relying on that invitation letter.

How could he, who claimed to be Cheng Dong's successor, tolerate others taking away his invitation letter?

"Want an invitation?"

Zhang Cheng looked at Xin Zhao with a smile and said directly: "Beat me, if you beat me, the invitation will be yours!"

"Oh? Zhang Cheng, you seem to be very confident in your own strength! You don't think you can compete with us high school students just because you won the city competition?"

As Xin Zhao spoke, he turned his head and looked around, ready to stir up trouble.

"No way, no way, this man really thinks he can beat high school students!"

However, there was silence all around.

Xin Zhao realized something was wrong, and then he heard Zhang Cheng question him:

"Xin Zhao, right? Let me ask you, did you watch the finals of the city competition?"

Anyone who watched the final couldn't say such a thing.

Xin Zhao shook his head naturally, and then said disdainfully, "The city competition? Is the competition for junior high school students just a play house? What's so interesting?"

"Okay, let's stop talking, let's start!"

Zhang Cheng shrugged, and then took a small step back.

"Is there any problem with giving me the right to serve?"

"Hehe, why not let it go to you!"

Xin Zhao confidently took the racket and went to the other half.

"Two wins in three sets, Zhang Cheng vs Zhao Xin, Zhang Cheng will serve."

The referee's verdict heralds the start of the game.

Zhang Cheng's eyes were fixed, and his expression became serious.

Although he is not too impressed with this Xin Zhao, but as the top card under Zhao De's assistant, Xin Zhao still has some strength.

Yu Renshui told him that this Xin Zhao is a little bit stronger than the Li Xingyun he met before, and he has embarked on two tennis paths.

Of course, compared with Zhang Cheng who has stepped into a different dimension, this Xin Zhao is of course more than a little worse.

A mustard tennis ball was held in his hand, and Zhang Cheng threw the ball and swung his racket.

The jet-black sword light pulled out its sheath.

A sharp momentum emerged spontaneously.

"boom."

The mustard tennis ball hit the ground, and the plastic cover on the surface was instantly torn, exposing the asphalt mixture underneath.

Xin Zhao's expression became serious, it seemed that he underestimated Zhang Cheng.

As expected of the person Yu Renshui took a fancy to.

However, compared with him, it is still far behind.

The pitch-black racket was swung out, and then the gun was shot like a dragon.

The spear and sword collided head-on, and then Xin Zhao completed the counterattack.

But what changed his expression was that a net cable was broken in the sweet spot of the racket in Xin Zhao's hand.

Zhang Cheng took a step back slightly, and with a majestic right hand, he swung towards the murderous gun.

In just a split second, Zhang Cheng made a judgment.

Xin Zhao's skill is about 6.5, the gun is powerful, but it doesn't carry pressure.

"It's still a long way off."

Zhang Cheng looked at Xin Zhao with a smile, and then finished surfing the Internet.

The spear is like a dragon, and the sword is like fire.

Zhang Cheng's Chihonglian is not as simple as the way of swordsmanship.

As the two sides pulled the ball back and forth a few times, Xin Zhao was surprised to find that his racket had been penetrated before he knew it.

"15-0."

The two played this ball for 5 minutes, and the racket in Xin Zhao's hand also started from a network cable breaking and was finally penetrated during these 5 minutes, which allowed Zhang Cheng to score the first ball.

Zhao Xin's thoughts became serious, and he didn't decide to get serious until now.

Changing to another racket, Xin Zhao returned to the court again.

Still throwing the ball and swinging the racket, Zhang Cheng didn't make any changes.

Spears and swords were entangled.

This time, Xin Zhao was already mentally prepared, so he tried to avoid damage to his racket.

The two stood near the bottom line and began to pull, but the group of onlookers found that Zhang Cheng stopped in the middle of the bottom line without running.

Zhang Cheng's field has expanded!
One inch long, one inch strong.

Xin Zhao is most suitable for this kind of long-range fighting style, which can make his guns exert their greatest power.

And he is confident that with such a confrontation, the physical exertion on Zhang Cheng must be huge.

However, what he didn't notice was that Zhang Cheng had always had the upper hand in the score between the two.

"boom."

With Zhang Cheng's ball into the corner, Zhang Cheng won the game again.

"Zhang Cheng, 2-1."

"Swap venues."

Xin Zhao had a confident look on his face. After three rounds, it was just a warm-up for him.

Turning his head to look at the opposite side, Zhang Cheng was resting with his eyes closed under a towel.

Ah!
Is it useful to pray to gods and Buddhas now?

That invitation letter was destined to belong to him, Xin Zhao.

Soon, the rest time passed, and the two returned to the court.

In the fourth game, Xin Zhao served. Like the second game, Xin Zhao chose a high-throw serve.

"boom."

Fearless charge.

The tennis ball wrapped in the power of skill rushed over with an unbelievable momentum.

Xin Zhao's serve is not a concentration of strength, but rather a power delivery technique similar to Ewing's avalanche.

Zhang Cheng swung the racket, and his wrists creaked under the pressure of the entire racket surface.

Before, Xin Zhao won the score through such force skills.

"boom."

Zhang Cheng fought back, and the two sides fought again.

This time, Zhang Cheng didn't intend to procrastinate any longer, so after unfolding Zhang Cheng's domain, in the pitch-black aura, the aura of selflessness also appeared.

"boom."

The limit of a thousand trials and tribulations.

This time, Zhang Cheng hit back with double the power and spin.

Xin Zhao, who was already accustomed to Zhang Cheng's counterattack, suddenly changed his face, and the racket was directly sent flying by Zhang Cheng's ball.

"15-30."

Xin Zhao picked up the racket again, checked it and found that there was nothing wrong with the sweet spot of the racket, and he could continue to use it, so he turned his head and stared at Zhang Cheng without saying a word.

It's really unbelievable, is this person still a junior high school student?

But Xin Zhao still got a piece of good news, Zhang Cheng's face was already sweating.

"boom."

Fearless charge.

Immediately after two balls, Xin Zhao made a backhand swipe.

The new moon sweeps!

However, no matter how he uses his moves, the tennis ball he hits will fly to Zhang Cheng again.

Zhang Cheng was like the center of gravity, and that terrifying aura permeated the entire half.

Xin Zhao fought harder and harder, and if he hadn't noticed Zhang Cheng's strange rotation by now, he wouldn't be worthy of being Zhao De's assistant's top card.

Just trying to counteract the spin on the tennis ball that Cheng Na blessed, Xin Zhao suddenly found that there seemed to be no way for him to do it.

This made him suddenly realize a problem.

This Zhang Cheng's skills may be higher than his.

There is trouble!

"boom."

"Game, Zhang Cheng 5-2, exchange venues."

Unknowingly, seven rounds have been played, and Zhang Cheng and Zhao Xin are actually in the same state.

Although Zhang Cheng's physical strength did not reach five, but relying on Zhang Cheng's domain and selflessness, he insisted that Xin Zhao's physical strength consumption reached three times his.

This is also where Xin Zhao miscalculated. It is unreliable to rely on physical strength to crush Zhang Cheng.

Unless, like the World Games or the Masters, there is a five-set best-of-three system.

Under that system, Zhang Cheng might not last for three games.

However, two wins in three sets!
Zhang Cheng felt that he was still on hold.

It was too late for Xin Zhao to realize this, after all, Zhang Cheng won the game with only one game left.

But if he wants to win this set, he has to chase five games in a row.

Don't say that Zhang Cheng can't bear it, even a high school student can't bear it!

So in the next last round, Xin Zhao chose to give up tactically.

Zhang Cheng won the first set with a big score of 1-0!
(End of this chapter)