Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 153 It's Over

A strong ominous thought was spinning crazily in Macaron's mind.

Then, with a loud bang, Zhang Cheng's left hand hit the wobbly tennis ball.

A pitch-black breath of another dimension spread from Zhang Cheng's back, and then, a huge evil ghost climbed up from hell.

The phantom of the big snake, which was still twitching, suddenly froze, and a trace of fear suddenly rose in the vertical pupils.

Not good, there is a great horror coming.

However, before he could react, a big black hand with dry bones descended from the sky and grabbed it.

Then, the phantom of the evil ghost behind Zhang Cheng opened its mouth wide, and the big snake directly entered the body of the evil ghost like a string.

Crunchy, chicken flavored.

The devil actually didn't even chew.

"boom."

The pitch-black tennis ball hit Macaron without bouncing.

Macaron rolled his eyes directly, a wave of malice and hell-like whispers impacted his spiritual will, and then he fell to the ground.

Macarons?

The referee on the high chair swallowed his saliva again, but this time, Zhang Cheng's ball was already very obvious, and it had already stopped within bounds. What needs to be analyzed?

Therefore, the referee directly made a verdict: "Game 1-0, exchange venues."

Yes, the fight was so fierce, but actually it was only the first game, but this Macaron seemed to be a little hip, and Zhang Cheng broke it in the first game.

"Hey, don't you abstain?"

Zhang Cheng looked at the referee and pointed at Macaron who was unconscious.

Immediately, the referee was unable to make a decision. After all, he had been warned before coming to the arena, and he should try to help Macaron as much as possible.

But are these people like this?

As a referee, he didn't know how to help.

On the highest podium, several gray-haired old men had extremely ugly faces, and their eyes were full of anger.

"Trash, he has kept him for so many years for nothing, find someone to wake him up."

One of the old men looked at the little assistant next to him and scolded angrily.

However, in this case, how can the little assistant wake people up.

"Trash, use your brain, go to the medical staff, say it's a hidden disease, and fight again after a 10-minute break."

This rule allows for a break of up to 10 minutes in exceptional circumstances.

"That's right, you can't let the urination wake him up. Even if you lose, you can't lose in the first game. At least he will have to fight Zhang Cheng until the third set. In the first game, the face of our Australian tennis where to put it?"

A few little old men talked to each other and quarreled, but fortunately, the little assistant was smart and had already gone to the medical staff.

Zhang Cheng quietly watched the macaron being carried away, rolled his eyes at him, and pressed his chest again. Finally, he finally woke up under a strong irritating liquid.

At this moment, 7 minutes have passed.

Macaron smelled the scent on his body, and then his face twisted.

Wow, who is this?

Are you the reincarnation of the skunk spirit?

"I'm going to wash up."

Macaron really couldn't stand the smell, but was told by the referee that he only had 3 minutes.

At this time, he could only race against time, and he really returned to the game after 3 minutes.

"Tell that person, if you are sick, you will be cured."

Before going on stage, Macaron said something to the group of medical staff.

"Where are you?"

The referee frowned and watched Macaron hide in disgust, and then reiterated the sentence just now.

"Game, Zhang Cheng, 1-0, switch venues."

The two passed by each other, and suddenly a bad smell hit their faces.

Zhang Cheng hid in disgust, and then nodded to Macaron in approval.

"You're right, that person is indeed sick."

After saying this sentence, Zhang Cheng answered another sentence: "May I ask, are you abstaining?"

"Ok?"

Macaron showed displeasure on his face, and after feeling the different-dimensional aura that had completely disappeared from Zhang Cheng's body, a sneer sneered at the corner of Macaron's mouth:
"Zhang Cheng, your way of another dimension has dissipated. Don't think that I don't know that you used a forbidden technique just now. From now on, I will take over the game."

Zhang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and laughed out loud seeing Macaron's confident appearance.

The last one who told him so had just been discharged from the hospital, and the look of fear in his eyes was really ironic.

"Alright then, since you don't want to abstain, don't blame me for being cruel."

Zhang Cheng shrugged, and then returned to the back of the baseline.

In the second game, he served.

Macaron on the opposite side didn't intend to keep his hand, and directly showed all the breath of another dimension.

However, somewhat unexpectedly, the phantom of another dimension behind the macaron did not condense into shape.

No, or in other words, only a big snake head was condensed, and the body parts disappeared completely.

The big snake has no misfortune...

It was really bad enough.

Macaron's face turned green.

What the hell, his way of different dimensions seems to be out of order. This kind of different-dimensional phantom is not a different-dimensional phantom at all. It is very likely that in the duel just now, his spiritual power dropped from 7.9 points to [-] .

"Zhang Cheng..."

Macaron gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Cheng, his eyes full of resentment.

The audience on the sidelines also taunted at the right time.

"Ah, big snake head, it's really cute!"

"Where is my Orochimaru? Don't you like pole dancing? Let him come out and dance!"

"Macaron, you are really rubbish, and I don't know what bullshit you said in the interview before."

"Steal the championship? Macaron, you steal one on the spot?"

……

The more Macaron listened, the angrier he became. Having played exchange matches with Ken Tanaka and the others many times, he can understand some Chinese, and of course he is familiar with these insulting insults.

pissed him off.

It really pissed him off.

On the other hand, Zhang Cheng shook his head, he didn't expect to knock out this arrogant and incompetent guy in one round.

Then, he really doesn't need to waste that chance to unblock his spiritual power.

The racket was switched to the left hand, and jet-black light spewed out instantly.

Macaron shook his body, and the feeling of being swallowed just now came to his heart instantly.

Damn it, Zhang Cheng actually deceived me like this!

However, before he had time to get angry, Zhang Cheng had already served the ball.

The pitch-black light flashed past, and Zhang Cheng was directly hitting the pitch-black ball in the first stage of Path of Defeat.

Macaron's eyes were instantly attracted, and then began to become a little dim.

But fortunately, his way of different dimensions is still there, and his mental strength is still at least 7.9, so he is very keen to perceive where the tennis ball will fall.

However, at the moment of catching the ball, Macaron's palm felt numb, and the racket came out of his hand with a snap.

"15-0."

A trace of disdain flashed in the referee's eyes. This macaron is simply unusable, an iron waste.

It seems that this year's championship trophy cannot be kept.

After all, he is just a referee and cannot decide the result.

"boom."

"30-0."

boom.

"40-0."

boom.

"Game Zhang Cheng, 2-0."

The four consecutive aces were all in the middle of the blue style, and the delicate impact of power made Macaron a little unbearable.

The point is, Macaron found that not only had his mental strength dropped, but even his quality had dropped.

The originally condensed breath of another dimension can withstand the impact of Zhang Cheng's jet-black brilliance, and can even offset the skill changes in it.

However, Macaron found that his different-dimensional breath began to become fragmented. After being bitten by that evil ghost, his different-dimensional breath became tattered, and even the brilliance could not be blocked.

It's over, it's over.

Macaron's face was pale, and his eyes were darkened.

"Hey, serve!"

Zhang Cheng looked at the still macaron and reminded him.

Then, the arrogant young man at the Australian Open came back to his senses, swayed his body, and the only remaining snake head behind him disappeared.

Zhang Cheng frowned, feeling Macaron's attitude of losing fighting spirit, and immediately, he could only say directly: "You abstain."

Originally, Macaron was really moved when he heard such words, but after seeing the eyes of the little old men on the highest podium, he still chose to give up.

You can't abstain, otherwise, he will really be given up.

Therefore, Macaron still took a deep breath, and then cheered up.

No matter how you say it, you have to play a full three sets. If it really doesn't work, two sets will do.

boom.

"0-15."

boom.

"..."

boom.

"Game Zhang Cheng, 3-0, switch venues."

boom.

"4-0."

"5-0."

"Swap venues."

boom.

"Game, in the first set, Zhang Cheng won, the score was 6-0."

The situation was one-sided, and even all the audience could see that the macarons were gone.

It is impossible for an athlete who loses his fighting spirit to win, even the most talented person.

On the highest award platform, the faces of those little old men turned blue.

damn it.

There was so much publicity before the game, especially when one of them was the same Mistraus who said Cheng Dong had stolen a championship trophy.

"I'll go first, and the awards ceremony will be handed over to you."

Mystraus will not stay to present the award. With Zhang Cheng's character, if he stays here, he will definitely make trouble for him.

The others had no reason to keep Mystraus, after all, they also wanted to escape.

Two minutes later the second set was played again.

However, Macaron has completely lost his mind, and Zhang Cheng doesn't even use his left hand. Instead, he took out the first-stage mission of The Way of the King that he just completed to play.

The golden light instantly blinded Macaron's eyes. Looking at Zhang Cheng's posture like a god descending from heaven, Macaron wanted to kneel down for him.

This is the way of the king, this is the king of heaven.

However, in Zhang Cheng's heart, he just felt that his way of different dimensions had been supplemented again, and the four ways of the six ways of heaven should almost return to their place.

boom.

last ball.

The golden light shattered Macaron's last hope. Afterwards, he felt the tennis heart in his mind was broken. Immediately, Macaron's face became pale and his eyes sank.

Lost, he has completely lost.

Likewise, his tennis career is over!

“Game 张诚，2-0获胜，比分为6-0，6-0。”

With the referee's final call, a jingle sounded in his head.

Then, a thunderous shout erupted from the audience:
"we are the champion!"

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(End of this chapter)