Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 151 Finals
March NO.30.

The finals have officially begun.

Due to the hot remarks before the game, all the people who eat melons are ready for today's game.

It was only when Zhang Cheng went out that he realized that there were more oriental faces today. Starting from his apartment, the entire long street was full of Zhang Cheng cheering signs.

For this, Zhang Cheng could only be slightly moved and at the same time feel sorry for this group of people.

After all, it is possible that the game could be resolved in 10 minutes, and it would be troublesome for this group of people to come all the way here to cheer him on.

With the support of the two guardians and Long Xing, Zhang Cheng came to the Melbourne Gymnasium smoothly. Here, there are slightly fewer people and the order has become better.

For the nine o'clock game, it was only eight o'clock when Zhang Cheng arrived, but the seats for more than 2000 spectators were already filled, and large Chinese signs were all erected.

Zhang Cheng and Xu Xixi entered the stadium from the player tunnel, and once they entered, all eyes were on him.

Turtle, it's too scary.

The auditorium here is probably reserved by the Chinese people. Zhang Cheng really experienced what home court advantage is.

Fortunately, the player tunnel here is well protected, otherwise, looking at the fiery eyes of this group of people, Zhang Cheng was really worried that they would rush down.

When he came to the player viewing area, Zhang Cheng found that his opponent Macron hadn't come yet, but his game video was playing on the big screen in the square.

In the video, Macaron's playing style is quite irritable, and the powerful phantom of another dimension crushes the audience. This is definitely the strongest opponent Zhang Cheng has encountered since his debut.

They are building momentum.

Zhang Cheng understood immediately.

It's a pity that the more the organizers were like this, the more excited Zhang Cheng was. After all, there is nothing better than being slapped in the face in public.

On the sidelines, although Zhang Cheng didn't see Macaron, he saw Ken Tanaka. The guy who was knocked out by him finally woke up and came to watch the final round.

Tian Zhongjian also took a look at Zhang Cheng. Immediately, this guy stood up and walked towards Zhang Cheng, followed by Ding Fang.

"Is something wrong with Mr. Tanaka?"

Tian Zhongjian frowned immediately, and said with a gloomy face: "Zhang Cheng, I hope you can still be so arrogant on the field later."

"Then don't bother you, but why don't you lie on the bed for a while, or do you think you're okay again?"

"Zhang Cheng, don't be arrogant, my brother Jian was just careless for a moment, otherwise, you think you are my opponent?"

Ding Fang was a little distracted, and her tone was quite angry.

However, Zhang Cheng didn't move his mouth when facing her, instead he took out a big red card from his pocket and shook it in front of her.

Immediately, this Ding Fang's face darkened, and she looked at Zhang Cheng with unkind eyes.

"Sorry, you're not worth the price."

Zhang Cheng smiled casually, then put the Big Red God away, took out a coin and threw it to her.

"You're worth it."

"Asshole, Zhang Cheng, I wish you had six ribs broken today."

"Then you might be disappointed because, I guarantee you, that macaron won't last 10 minutes."

Tanaka Ken held back Ding Fang who was still talking, and his face had returned to calm.

"Zhang Cheng, you used a forbidden technique to get revenge on me. It shouldn't feel good now. If you beg me now, I can ask Brother Maka to treat you more lightly. After all, the feeling of breaking your hand is not good!"

While talking, this Tian Zhongjian even glanced at Zhang Cheng's left hand.

"That's right, the way you were lying in front of my brother Jian a year ago was really pitiful." Ding Fang who was on the side also took the opportunity to say something.

Zhang Cheng chuckled, then looked at Ding Fang with a strange look and said with a smile, "A year ago? Ten years ago, were you still shitting on your pants? Are you still shitting now?"

After finishing speaking, he directly rewarded the two people with a middle finger.

Just for these two people, Zhang Cheng will apply the punishment law to Macaron today.

Xu Xixi on the side burst into laughter in the live broadcast room, and all the boxers applied to fight.

Boxing champion Li Qing: "20 years ago, when I was still a tadpole, I was born with a spirit."

Boxer Fuzai: "Upstairs, I punched you against the wall and couldn't buckle you off."

I am Li Liang: "Brother Cheng, can we be more refined?"

"Ding, I am Li Liang, who was banned for a week!"

Tian Zhongjian and Ding Fang left with stinky faces, and then another person who surprised Zhang Cheng came over.

Ali.

"Is something wrong?"

Ai Li's face was extremely ugly, especially looking at Ken Tanaka's back with a murderous look.

Then, the young man from the beautiful country turned his head to look at Zhang Cheng and said word by word: "Kill that macaron for me."

"What's wrong, your girlfriend was robbed?" Zhang Cheng asked curiously.

"No, my gold bars were taken back."

Grandma's, a whole box of gold bars.

That little old man is really nothing, he, Ai Li, has already done his best, but Zhang Cheng is too strong and he can't help it.

Why take back the gold bars?
"Haha, so it would be nice if you split it with me at that time."

"Shet, Fake, help me kill that macaron, and treat you to dinner after the fight."

Ai Li also wanted to express such meaning, and left after speaking.

In this regard, Zhang Cheng shrugged indifferently.

……

Phoenix, sycamore tree.

The four big screens had already been turned on, and it was only after five o'clock in the morning on Huaguo's side, but this couldn't stop the enthusiasm of this group of spirited guys.

"When does it begin?"

"Shut up and watch with peace of mind."

On the court, Maza sat a little quietly.

On the second floor, head coach Deng Ping also looked nervously at the big screen on one side.

Grandma's, I'm blowing it out, if Zhang Cheng doesn't win the championship, his old face will be gone.

The little assistant on the side covered her mouth and snickered. This was the first time she had seen this devilish head coach so nervous.

yesterday.

He was quite arrogant yesterday!

……

All over Huaguo, whether they are office workers or self-media, everyone is watching the game in front of their computers or mobile phones.

Everyone knows that this time Zhang Cheng represents not only himself, but also the face of a great country.

Must win!

……

Australia, nine o'clock sharp.

Following the referee's briefing, Zhang Cheng and Macron walked into the court at the same time.

Both sides guessed right, but this macaron seemed to want to do something, so he stood the racket without turning it, but choked out a few Chinese words from his mouth.

"You abstain."

"Yes." Zhang Cheng ignored him.

"Why do you have to come here to die? Brother Tanaka said hello to me and asked me to treat you well."

"Exactly, are you going to turn around or not?"

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, he glanced at the referee sitting on the high chair.

Unexpectedly, this dog closed his eyes and turned a blind eye.

hateful.

If his iron-blooded referee Wu Gang was here, he would definitely send Macaron off the field with a red card.

"I actually don't want to damage the relationship between the two countries, so your abstention is the most correct choice." Macron said to himself.

"Dry Li Liang."

"What do you mean?" Macaron froze for a moment.

"Ask Li Liang!"

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, he walked directly to the hair extension line.

Guess right?

Painted clay or something.

I will let you serve today, and I will kill you today.

The referee finally opened his eyes, and then ruthlessly pronounced the sentence:

"Game Macaron vs. Zhang Cheng, two out of three sets, in the first set, Macaron starts."

Macaron also shook his head, but since it was Zhang Cheng's own choice, don't blame him for being rude.

"Let's have an appetizer first."

Macaron took out a tennis ball and held it in his hand.

Then, a powerful breath of another dimension flashed by, and the mustard yellow tennis ball immediately began to glow.

The first stage of just hitting the ball, the most common extra-dimensional skill.

boom.

The strong light exploded and fell down along a straight line.

Zhang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and then, the sword intent erupted from the heart of the tennis ball.

Just hit the ball in the first stage, and watch me kill him.

"boom."

The tennis ball collided with the racket, and Zhang Cheng burst out with sword intent, directly cutting into the glowing tennis ball.

Afterwards, sparks shot out, that spiritual will disappeared instantly, and then Zhang Cheng reinjected three different sword intents.

boom.

The black tennis ball rushed back with an aggression like fire.

"Hahaha, Zhang Cheng, you really can't do it."

Macaron laughed when he saw that Zhang Cheng used such a method to counteract his spiritual will.

The sequelae occurred, and Zhang Cheng could no longer use the way of another dimension.

However, the moment Macaron caught the ball, infinite sword intent suddenly erupted from the tennis ball.

Macaron only had time to protect the racket with the breath of another dimension, but he didn't expect that Zhang Cheng's target was him.

Time, time, time...

In an instant, Macaron's right arm was covered with bloodstains, and the sleeve of the long-sleeved sweatshirt was directly torn.

"Ling Chi..." Zhang Cheng pronounced the verdict silently.

"boom."

Macaron's eyes changed slightly, but he also defended the ball, and then, a breath of another dimension burst out again.

This time, it's a two-stage light hit.

Hu Hu Hu.

There was a gloomy and cold atmosphere wrapped around the glowing tennis ball. The moment Zhang Cheng caught the ball, apart from his strong spiritual will, a gloomy and cold feeling bit his wrist like a poisonous snake.

sizzle.

it hurts.

Zhang Cheng instinctively let go of the racket, but his wrist was already swollen.

Such a vicious way of another dimension.

"15-0."

At the same time, the referee also made a verdict.

"Zhang Cheng, how many hands do you have? I told you to abstain."

Macaron shook off the blood on his hand, looking at Zhang Cheng with sarcasm in his eyes.

The corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth raised slightly, he silently picked up the racket, and then said directly to Xiao Wang:
"Extract all the spiritual power from the trash talk mission for me."

In just an instant, powerful spiritual power was injected into Zhang Cheng's body.

A powerful breath of another dimension swept the audience, and then, Zhang Cheng flicked his wrist, and immediately, the pain from just now weakened a little.

"Come on, go on, this ball, I will blow you away."

Zhang Cheng's cold voice resounded through the audience!

(End of this chapter)