Net King System of Tennis
Chapter 181 Fencing
Chapter 181 Fencing
"Comparing swords?"
Zhang Cheng was stunned for a moment, never expecting his idea to come true.
The man with the wrong eyes was really planning on him.
It's really disgusting!
"Cough cough cough."
The referee on the high chair interrupted the passionate spark between the two without hesitation.
Afterwards, he said in a deep voice, "Guess right."
The time was approaching noon. Originally, the singles match was supposed to be held in the afternoon, but since the first two doubles matches ended 6-0, and Zhang Cheng was famously fast, the last match was held in the morning. Disc singles.
Therefore, the referee who was already hungry didn't want to waste time on it.
"just."
Zhang Cheng still maintained his usual choice.
In this regard, Peng Hong on the opposite side was not too entangled, and directly turned the racket.
Luck doesn't favor fools.
Zhang Cheng was lucky and got the upper hand.
"Zhang Cheng, draw your sword, I will defeat you with my kendo."
Peng Hong uttered wild words at the moment Zhang Cheng turned around, which caused Zhang Cheng to frown wildly.
This little thing really wants to see his great sword?
Not afraid of being scared to death?
Zhang Cheng could only praise Peng Hong for his courage, so he decided to satisfy his desire for fencing.
"Game Zhang Cheng vs. Peng Hong, the outcome is determined in one set, Zhang Cheng starts first."
As soon as the referee finished speaking, there was a dead silence on the sidelines, and everyone's eyes were on Zhang Cheng.
At this moment, the world is focusing on Zhang Cheng.
At the VIP table, Long Ao's eyes widened. He had been looking forward to this good grandson for a long time.
The same is true for the big international friends on the side. They look forward to the stars and the moon, and finally look forward to Zhang Cheng's appearance.
Even the two coaches from Australia directly burst out a foul language: "Zhang Cheng, fuck him!"
Regarding this, Long Ao's eyes were full of contempt for these two Australians.
Really no quality.
So, the proud master himself said: "My dear grandson, what the hell!"
……
swipe...
With a cracking sound, Zhang Cheng sent the first ball.
The pitch-black technique flashed past, and Zhang Cheng directly chose to draw his sword out of its sheath.
The first sword is a sharp sword!
The fierce murderous look and penetrating power made Peng Hong's eyelids twitch wildly.
Not good, Zhang Cheng's sword is so good!
However, he is also a good swordsman after all, even in the face of such a terrifying shot by Zhang Cheng, he still stretched out his racket.
Then, with a snap...
"15-0."
The referee is ruthlessly calling the verdict.
Peng Hong raised the racket and placed it in front of his eyes, looking at the racket with a hole in it, lost in thought.
As expected of Zhang Cheng, what a sword!
Peng Hong thought that he was no match for Zhang Cheng just because of this sword.
However, as a swordsman, he had to go forward bravely.
Ever since, the swordsman changed his racket and returned to the court, his eyes still full of fire.
"Zhang Cheng, please teach me severely!"
Zhang Cheng has always satisfied others with this kind of request, so next, he unsheathed three sharp swords in a row, chopping off three of Peng Hong's rackets abruptly.
"Game Zhang Cheng, 1-0, switch venues."
Changing five rackets in one round, Peng Hong also set a new record in the national competition.
But what surprised Zhang Cheng was, since this Peng Hong was at this level, how did he dare to speak such wild words just now?
"Zhang Cheng, it's my turn to serve, then, please experience my kendo!"
Peng Hong shouted again, and then sent the first ball with a snap.
time.
This shot is completely different from Zhang Cheng's swordplay, Peng Hong's swordplay is actually fencing.
No wonder this swordsman has such a strong desire for fencing. It turns out that he entered the Tao through fencing.
The ball bounced straight up, and the feeling of not poking the needle was particularly strong.
Zhang Cheng moved his footsteps lightly, swung the racket mercilessly, and cut out a sharp sword in an instant, and immediately, the feeling of not poking the needle disappeared.
Ah……
Want to fencing with someone like Zhang?
Watch me kill you.
Zhang Cheng didn't use all his strength, but he waved a few times with the sharp sword and sword intent and Peng Hong.
However, every time Peng Hong wanted to poke him with a needle, he would cut him to the root with his sword. Gradually, Peng Hong couldn't hold on anymore, and his face gradually turned pale.
fencing?
Zhang Cheng wants to see how this swordsman wants to fencing.
Compared with Zhang Cheng's sword intent that was nearly broken and formed an image, the sword intent formed by Peng Hong's fencing kendo is undoubtedly an embroidery needle. The sudden appearance is like a girl chirping, and Zhang Cheng hates such a person the most.
Therefore, in the next two balls, Zhang Cheng directly switched to the sword intent of the epee, and a slap knocked Peng Hong out of his mind.
His fencing kendo was almost bent by Zhang Cheng's sword!
"Game, Zhang Cheng, 2-0."
Zhang Cheng was really fast, and it took only 5 minutes for two consecutive rounds.
This was the result of Zhang Cheng deliberately shaking him a few times. Otherwise, with Zhang Cheng's speed, the two rounds would only take 2 minutes.
"Come on, poke me!"
Zhang Cheng challenged Peng Hong, and then, the wooden sword sword intent mixed with mixed sword intent was struck out in the third round.
"Crench."
The sixth racket was broken by Zhang Cheng.
At the same time, the referee wiped the sweat from his forehead and made a verdict: "15-0."
Zhang Cheng looked at Peng Hong in surprise.
Already changed six rackets, how can this person bring so many rackets?
"Sorry, I'm actually your fan."
Peng Hong grinned and looked at Zhang Cheng with a smile.
Zhang Cheng immediately understood, it turned out to be fans, and he likes to be rough on male fans, so he decided to step up his efforts.
"boom."
"30-0."
boom.
"..."
boom.
"Game Zhang Cheng, 3-0, switch venues."
The third round was so fast, Zhang Cheng only took 50 seconds for this round!
One and a half minutes of rest.
Zhang Cheng originally planned to rest with his eyes closed as usual.
However, before he could close his eyes, the fiery gaze next to him made him feel a little uncomfortable both physically and mentally.
There is definitely something wrong with this Peng Hong!
Therefore, in the next fourth round, Zhang Cheng still solved it in 1 minute. In the fifth round, he solved it in 50 seconds, and came to the sixth round in an instant.
The score is 5-0.
Exchange venues.
Peng Hong didn't even get a single point.
The time came to a minute and a half of rest time, which was the same as the rest time just now, and Zhang Cheng once again felt uncomfortable like a pinprick from the fiery eyes.
This person has the eye of a needle, it looks like he can poke so well!
The point is, this Peng Hong looked at Zhang Cheng and smiled foolishly, which made Zhang Cheng shudder.
He is not afraid of a good player, but he is really afraid of a psychopath playing with him.
This person won't get angry and call him handsome with a racket, right?
Zhang Cheng suddenly felt a sense of crisis, so he decided to speed up again.
At the beginning of the sixth game, Peng Hong had the right to serve.
This time, Peng Hong put a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of chills.
Zhang Cheng's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he had guessed right, that this swordsman became angry from embarrassment and was about to launch a personal attack?
"Clap clap clap."
It was customary to take two tennis balls to ease the atmosphere.
Afterwards, Peng Hong finally tossed the tennis ball high, and the familiar feeling of not poking a needle burst out again.
This time, Zhang Cheng could clearly feel that something was wrong.
There were bursts of stinging pain in his eyes, which made him close his eyes instinctively, and immediately wondered if it was because of fencing with Peng Hong for a long time that he had needle eyes.
"boom."
There was the sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground.
Opposite, Peng Hong's eyes flashed a smugness.
His plot finally succeeded.
Zhang Cheng thought that his fencing and swordsmanship was the feeling of not poking a needle, but Peng Hong's real goal was Zhang Cheng's eyes.
Now, seeing Zhang Cheng close his eyes, Peng Hong finally laughed out loud, and he won this match!
However, the complacency at the corner of Peng Hong's mouth didn't last long, when he saw Zhang Cheng, who had closed his eyes, shift suddenly.
At the same time, Zhang Cheng's calm voice entered his ears clearly.
"It turns out that I only realized after I closed my eyes that you have so many flaws!"
As soon as the words fell, the racket was lifted.
With a bang, the mustard tennis ball had scratched the turf and flew out, and Peng Hong didn't even react.
"0-15."
It was the referee's verdict that woke Peng Hong up.
Then he heard Zhang Cheng say again: "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
Everyone in Peng Hong is dumbfounded, is this Zhang Cheng cheating?
This Nima can hit such a good shot with his eyes closed?
Then what is the use of my eyes?
However, Zhang Cheng and the referee would not give him time to think, and waved him directly to signal him to serve.
Everyone is hungry, who wants to watch you think about life here.
Peng Hong watched Zhang Cheng serve the ball blankly, his eyes were closed, so what's the use of his good needle?
His fencing and kendo seemed to have completely failed against Zhang Cheng, so in the next three shots, Peng Hong was paralyzed!
"Game, Zhang Cheng, 6-0, the game is over."
The singles match for No. 7 ended in such an unpretentious [-] minutes.
It wasn't until the end that the audience on the field felt a little dull.
At this moment, the audience had only one thought in their minds, and that was who else could stop Zhang Cheng.
In other words, who can last 10 minutes in Zhang Cheng's hands?
Is this the man who ranked first in this national competition?
It really is strong enough!
Zhang Cheng and Peng Hong shook hands and went down. Now, he didn't even bother to talk trash.
It wasn't until Zhang Cheng got off the court that the crowd of spectators realized that they all shouted: "mvp, mvp."
This is a national competition. In addition to the final championship trophy, the strongest player will be selected to be awarded an MVP medal.
And Zhang Cheng undoubtedly conquered all the audience with his absolute strength.
"What about tensors?"
Zhang Cheng looked at Situ and asked.
"It's time to warm up."
"Warming up? Has he stopped eating?"
Zhang Cheng had a strange expression on his face. Isn't this the first time this person participated in a national competition? As for being so delirious.
"Should I call him?"
"No, he'll be back in 15 minutes."
Zhang Cheng shrugged, and then walked towards the restaurant with Situ and the others.
As for tensors?
Ok?
?
(End of this chapter)
"Comparing swords?"
Zhang Cheng was stunned for a moment, never expecting his idea to come true.
The man with the wrong eyes was really planning on him.
It's really disgusting!
"Cough cough cough."
The referee on the high chair interrupted the passionate spark between the two without hesitation.
Afterwards, he said in a deep voice, "Guess right."
The time was approaching noon. Originally, the singles match was supposed to be held in the afternoon, but since the first two doubles matches ended 6-0, and Zhang Cheng was famously fast, the last match was held in the morning. Disc singles.
Therefore, the referee who was already hungry didn't want to waste time on it.
"just."
Zhang Cheng still maintained his usual choice.
In this regard, Peng Hong on the opposite side was not too entangled, and directly turned the racket.
Luck doesn't favor fools.
Zhang Cheng was lucky and got the upper hand.
"Zhang Cheng, draw your sword, I will defeat you with my kendo."
Peng Hong uttered wild words at the moment Zhang Cheng turned around, which caused Zhang Cheng to frown wildly.
This little thing really wants to see his great sword?
Not afraid of being scared to death?
Zhang Cheng could only praise Peng Hong for his courage, so he decided to satisfy his desire for fencing.
"Game Zhang Cheng vs. Peng Hong, the outcome is determined in one set, Zhang Cheng starts first."
As soon as the referee finished speaking, there was a dead silence on the sidelines, and everyone's eyes were on Zhang Cheng.
At this moment, the world is focusing on Zhang Cheng.
At the VIP table, Long Ao's eyes widened. He had been looking forward to this good grandson for a long time.
The same is true for the big international friends on the side. They look forward to the stars and the moon, and finally look forward to Zhang Cheng's appearance.
Even the two coaches from Australia directly burst out a foul language: "Zhang Cheng, fuck him!"
Regarding this, Long Ao's eyes were full of contempt for these two Australians.
Really no quality.
So, the proud master himself said: "My dear grandson, what the hell!"
……
swipe...
With a cracking sound, Zhang Cheng sent the first ball.
The pitch-black technique flashed past, and Zhang Cheng directly chose to draw his sword out of its sheath.
The first sword is a sharp sword!
The fierce murderous look and penetrating power made Peng Hong's eyelids twitch wildly.
Not good, Zhang Cheng's sword is so good!
However, he is also a good swordsman after all, even in the face of such a terrifying shot by Zhang Cheng, he still stretched out his racket.
Then, with a snap...
"15-0."
The referee is ruthlessly calling the verdict.
Peng Hong raised the racket and placed it in front of his eyes, looking at the racket with a hole in it, lost in thought.
As expected of Zhang Cheng, what a sword!
Peng Hong thought that he was no match for Zhang Cheng just because of this sword.
However, as a swordsman, he had to go forward bravely.
Ever since, the swordsman changed his racket and returned to the court, his eyes still full of fire.
"Zhang Cheng, please teach me severely!"
Zhang Cheng has always satisfied others with this kind of request, so next, he unsheathed three sharp swords in a row, chopping off three of Peng Hong's rackets abruptly.
"Game Zhang Cheng, 1-0, switch venues."
Changing five rackets in one round, Peng Hong also set a new record in the national competition.
But what surprised Zhang Cheng was, since this Peng Hong was at this level, how did he dare to speak such wild words just now?
"Zhang Cheng, it's my turn to serve, then, please experience my kendo!"
Peng Hong shouted again, and then sent the first ball with a snap.
time.
This shot is completely different from Zhang Cheng's swordplay, Peng Hong's swordplay is actually fencing.
No wonder this swordsman has such a strong desire for fencing. It turns out that he entered the Tao through fencing.
The ball bounced straight up, and the feeling of not poking the needle was particularly strong.
Zhang Cheng moved his footsteps lightly, swung the racket mercilessly, and cut out a sharp sword in an instant, and immediately, the feeling of not poking the needle disappeared.
Ah……
Want to fencing with someone like Zhang?
Watch me kill you.
Zhang Cheng didn't use all his strength, but he waved a few times with the sharp sword and sword intent and Peng Hong.
However, every time Peng Hong wanted to poke him with a needle, he would cut him to the root with his sword. Gradually, Peng Hong couldn't hold on anymore, and his face gradually turned pale.
fencing?
Zhang Cheng wants to see how this swordsman wants to fencing.
Compared with Zhang Cheng's sword intent that was nearly broken and formed an image, the sword intent formed by Peng Hong's fencing kendo is undoubtedly an embroidery needle. The sudden appearance is like a girl chirping, and Zhang Cheng hates such a person the most.
Therefore, in the next two balls, Zhang Cheng directly switched to the sword intent of the epee, and a slap knocked Peng Hong out of his mind.
His fencing kendo was almost bent by Zhang Cheng's sword!
"Game, Zhang Cheng, 2-0."
Zhang Cheng was really fast, and it took only 5 minutes for two consecutive rounds.
This was the result of Zhang Cheng deliberately shaking him a few times. Otherwise, with Zhang Cheng's speed, the two rounds would only take 2 minutes.
"Come on, poke me!"
Zhang Cheng challenged Peng Hong, and then, the wooden sword sword intent mixed with mixed sword intent was struck out in the third round.
"Crench."
The sixth racket was broken by Zhang Cheng.
At the same time, the referee wiped the sweat from his forehead and made a verdict: "15-0."
Zhang Cheng looked at Peng Hong in surprise.
Already changed six rackets, how can this person bring so many rackets?
"Sorry, I'm actually your fan."
Peng Hong grinned and looked at Zhang Cheng with a smile.
Zhang Cheng immediately understood, it turned out to be fans, and he likes to be rough on male fans, so he decided to step up his efforts.
"boom."
"30-0."
boom.
"..."
boom.
"Game Zhang Cheng, 3-0, switch venues."
The third round was so fast, Zhang Cheng only took 50 seconds for this round!
One and a half minutes of rest.
Zhang Cheng originally planned to rest with his eyes closed as usual.
However, before he could close his eyes, the fiery gaze next to him made him feel a little uncomfortable both physically and mentally.
There is definitely something wrong with this Peng Hong!
Therefore, in the next fourth round, Zhang Cheng still solved it in 1 minute. In the fifth round, he solved it in 50 seconds, and came to the sixth round in an instant.
The score is 5-0.
Exchange venues.
Peng Hong didn't even get a single point.
The time came to a minute and a half of rest time, which was the same as the rest time just now, and Zhang Cheng once again felt uncomfortable like a pinprick from the fiery eyes.
This person has the eye of a needle, it looks like he can poke so well!
The point is, this Peng Hong looked at Zhang Cheng and smiled foolishly, which made Zhang Cheng shudder.
He is not afraid of a good player, but he is really afraid of a psychopath playing with him.
This person won't get angry and call him handsome with a racket, right?
Zhang Cheng suddenly felt a sense of crisis, so he decided to speed up again.
At the beginning of the sixth game, Peng Hong had the right to serve.
This time, Peng Hong put a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of chills.
Zhang Cheng's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he had guessed right, that this swordsman became angry from embarrassment and was about to launch a personal attack?
"Clap clap clap."
It was customary to take two tennis balls to ease the atmosphere.
Afterwards, Peng Hong finally tossed the tennis ball high, and the familiar feeling of not poking a needle burst out again.
This time, Zhang Cheng could clearly feel that something was wrong.
There were bursts of stinging pain in his eyes, which made him close his eyes instinctively, and immediately wondered if it was because of fencing with Peng Hong for a long time that he had needle eyes.
"boom."
There was the sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground.
Opposite, Peng Hong's eyes flashed a smugness.
His plot finally succeeded.
Zhang Cheng thought that his fencing and swordsmanship was the feeling of not poking a needle, but Peng Hong's real goal was Zhang Cheng's eyes.
Now, seeing Zhang Cheng close his eyes, Peng Hong finally laughed out loud, and he won this match!
However, the complacency at the corner of Peng Hong's mouth didn't last long, when he saw Zhang Cheng, who had closed his eyes, shift suddenly.
At the same time, Zhang Cheng's calm voice entered his ears clearly.
"It turns out that I only realized after I closed my eyes that you have so many flaws!"
As soon as the words fell, the racket was lifted.
With a bang, the mustard tennis ball had scratched the turf and flew out, and Peng Hong didn't even react.
"0-15."
It was the referee's verdict that woke Peng Hong up.
Then he heard Zhang Cheng say again: "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
Everyone in Peng Hong is dumbfounded, is this Zhang Cheng cheating?
This Nima can hit such a good shot with his eyes closed?
Then what is the use of my eyes?
However, Zhang Cheng and the referee would not give him time to think, and waved him directly to signal him to serve.
Everyone is hungry, who wants to watch you think about life here.
Peng Hong watched Zhang Cheng serve the ball blankly, his eyes were closed, so what's the use of his good needle?
His fencing and kendo seemed to have completely failed against Zhang Cheng, so in the next three shots, Peng Hong was paralyzed!
"Game, Zhang Cheng, 6-0, the game is over."
The singles match for No. 7 ended in such an unpretentious [-] minutes.
It wasn't until the end that the audience on the field felt a little dull.
At this moment, the audience had only one thought in their minds, and that was who else could stop Zhang Cheng.
In other words, who can last 10 minutes in Zhang Cheng's hands?
Is this the man who ranked first in this national competition?
It really is strong enough!
Zhang Cheng and Peng Hong shook hands and went down. Now, he didn't even bother to talk trash.
It wasn't until Zhang Cheng got off the court that the crowd of spectators realized that they all shouted: "mvp, mvp."
This is a national competition. In addition to the final championship trophy, the strongest player will be selected to be awarded an MVP medal.
And Zhang Cheng undoubtedly conquered all the audience with his absolute strength.
"What about tensors?"
Zhang Cheng looked at Situ and asked.
"It's time to warm up."
"Warming up? Has he stopped eating?"
Zhang Cheng had a strange expression on his face. Isn't this the first time this person participated in a national competition? As for being so delirious.
"Should I call him?"
"No, he'll be back in 15 minutes."
Zhang Cheng shrugged, and then walked towards the restaurant with Situ and the others.
As for tensors?
Ok?
?
(End of this chapter)
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