Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 197 The Power of Professional Players

"boom."

Thick smoke rose slowly with loud noises.

All eyes on the field were focused on Zhang Cheng.

In this regard, some people are happy and some are worried, and some people are confused and don't know what happened!
The cigar in Huang Tu's hand fell to the ground, and his eyes were full of joy.

Isn't this his brother Zhang Cheng?
Why didn't you come here to watch the game at the Bird's Nest Stadium?

Did he know that Brother Huang was in trouble, and came here to help him save face?
Huang Tu's eyes were filled with emotion for a moment.

At this moment, he just wanted to say why his old Huang's eyes were always full of tears.

Because, there are always people like his Zhang Cheng brothers who are going through fire and water for him.

"Brother Zhang Cheng, you are here!"

Huang Tu opened his arms word by word, and gave Zhang Cheng an empty hug.

In this regard, Zhang Cheng rolled his eyes directly, and then walked down the circular aisle carrying a tennis bag.

As soon as they met, Huang Tu hugged Zhang Cheng in his arms, and then a small voice came from Zhang Cheng's ear: "Brother, save me, my good brother will lose face."

Zhang Cheng pushed Huang Tu away without a trace, then gave him a reassuring look, then turned to look at Zhu Wansan and said with a smile:
"Boss Zhu, are you interested in playing a game with me? Only those who win are eligible to get that racket."

Although Huang Tu behind Zhang Cheng opened his mouth wide to say something, he still closed his mouth after thinking about his own face.

It's just a racket, it's much better to give him brother Zhang Cheng than to this old Zhu.

Face is the most important thing!

Zhu Wansan looked at Zhang Cheng with interest, his eyes full of strange expressions.

He naturally knew about Zhang Cheng.

After all, since Zhang Cheng won the Australian Open Youth Invitational Championship, Zhang Cheng's reputation in the whole of China is no less than that of a professional tennis player.

Moreover, because of his young age, the title of the strongest junior high school student is firmly established. This time participating in the national competition, he belongs to the most famous group of existences in the entire capital.

Zhu Wansan's first thought when he saw Zhang Cheng was to win him over, but after hearing Zhang Cheng's words, he suddenly changed his mind.

So, the potbellied Boss Zhu directly reached out to Sun Changgeng and said with a smile, "Do you want to have a fight with Xiao Sun?"

Zhang Cheng shook his head and said, "No, he's already tired. Does Boss Zhu have anyone else under his command?"

"Hahaha, you kid is interesting."

Zhu Wansan clapped his hands instantly, and immediately, seven or eight professional players like Sun Changgeng walked around.

Zhang Cheng began to get excited. This group of people were not weaker than Sun Changgeng, but they were some good experience packs for gaining victory points.

"Just them, I can do it."

Zhang Cheng's words made the seven or eight professional players feel a little uncomfortable.

After all, they are professional players, and their strength ranks high in the entire Huaguo.

Although Zhang Cheng is famous, he is only a junior high school student after all. How can he compare with their professional players?

Therefore, when playing against Zhang Cheng, everyone refused at first.

If you win, you say you bully junior high school students, and if you lose, you will look bad. Who wants to participate in a game that does not have any benefits?

However, Boss Zhu waved his hand and said directly: "Won 500 million, who wants to try it."

Suddenly, everyone raised their hands.

The corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth twitched, this group of people was too real, and their faces changed too quickly!
"Okay, Zhang Cheng, you can choose one yourself, don't say that I, Old Zhu, didn't give you a chance."

Zhang Cheng nodded slightly, and then looked at the seven or eight people.

They are all professional players. In fact, there is not much difference in the strength of this group of people.

Just like Sun Changgeng and Song Jiagan just now, the emphasis is different.

Of course, among the seven or eight people, Zhang Cheng also found the strongest among them, a tall young man with a high probability of breaking the eighth realm.

However, Zhang Cheng did not choose him, but chose a young man who looked dark and strong.

Zhang Cheng is here to collect winning points, so naturally the sooner it ends, the better.

It's just a pity that if it's not a formal game, he can't choose to abuse food, otherwise it won't be counted as a victory point.

The black and strong young man is called Chen Xing, and he looks a little excited to be selected by Zhang Cheng.

500 million, how many invitational tournaments and open tournaments does he have to play to get so much bonus, after all, he is not considered high-ranking in the entire Emgrand club.

"Then let's start. Is there any objection to the best-of-three set?"

Zhu Wansan looked a little excited, and hurriedly pushed Zhang Cheng and Chen Xing into the field.

Naturally, Zhang Cheng and Chen Xing would not disagree, and even in Chen Xing's opinion, he was definitely the side that was sure to make money.

Although Zhang Cheng is strong, as a junior high school student, his physical strength is his absolute shortcoming.

Moreover, Chen Xing's strength was not weak in the first place.

Zhang Cheng started the serve, and it was Chen Xing who gave up the right to serve on his own initiative.

Zhang Cheng was willing to accept this, and then quietly took out a mustard yellow tennis racket and patted it.

Chen Xing looked a little excited and nervous, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

After all, 500 million, he is just a step-by-step professional player, and he is almost at his peak now, and it is not easy to earn 500 million at a time.

However, before his excitement passed, Zhang Cheng had already served the ball directly.

boom.

Just as Chen Xing was about to catch the ball, he realized that the ball didn't bounce.

Zero serve.

On such a clay court, such a serve is almost impossible to solve.

Unless, this Chen Xing can lift the clay with one shot like his legendary grandma, or he can also practice wind hitting skills to blow up the ball.

But obviously, this Chen Xing is not good enough. He is a strong player, but his strength is not enough to become a legend.

"15-0."

The referee made a judgment in time.

On the sidelines, a group of people were stunned, and there is such a serve?

Especially Huang Tu, who danced and danced, looking particularly excited.

It was not the first time for him to see such a serve, but every time he saw this incredible serve, he was amazed.

Zhang Cheng is a fucking genius!

As the game continued, Zhang Cheng didn't give Chen Xing a chance to breathe. Immediately afterwards, he won the first game with three consecutive zero-style serves.

"Swap venues."

Change sides and fight again, the ball is switched.

Chen Xing, who was holding a mustard tennis ball in his hand, did not hold back at all, and instantly burst out with his extreme strength.

The scarlet power spewed out, and the veins in Chen Xing's arms burst out, and the muscles began to agitate.

Then, a fire emblem was engraved on his arm, this is the real power to break through the seven realms!
Mood blessing arm!

"I am coming!"

Chen Xing said something politely, and then, the mustard tennis ball was thrown high, and with his right hand pressing down forcefully, there was a loud noise.

"boom."

The air began to vibrate, and the ball exploded.

Just by listening to the sound, you can tell how powerful this ball is, but for Zhang Cheng, breaking the seven extremes is only within the controllable range.

So, at the moment when the tennis ball wrapped in Jizhi hit the ground and bounced, a pitch-black Jizhi mixed with terrifying sword intent sprayed out.

The silver-gray racket was entwined with sword intent, and in an instant, cracks appeared in the space, and then the racket instantly went up to meet it.

There was no explosive roar as imagined, and the powerful sword intent instantly tore apart the extreme force attached to the tennis ball.

The scarlet power dissipated instantly, and the mustard tennis ball seemed to come out from another dimension.

Then, flew over.

The pitch-black sword intent accompanied the split space, and an inexplicable sense of devouring broke into Chen Xing's heart.

Not good, invincible.

He couldn't catch this ball.

Instinct made him give up the shot, and the tennis ball bounced right past his feet.

"0-15."

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter from the sidelines, and then Chen Xing heard a burst of whispering.

"Chen Xing is too rubbish, isn't he afraid to fight back against a junior high school student?"

"Indeed, it's really embarrassing for us professional players."

"Trash, why doesn't this guy go home to raise pigs, what is he doing on the court?"

Chen Xing's face turned blue and red, and his heart was full of anger.

grandma's.

You go ahead, what are you beeping below?
Is that ball a human can catch?
It's really going to kill people.

Chen Xing took a deep breath, and finally realized that Zhang Cheng was different from ordinary junior high school students.

This person is very strong, outrageously strong, so he must be serious.

As a result, Chen Xing once again erupted with a burst of power, this time, it was in a state of bloody burns that could only be achieved with physical strength breaking seven.

The moment the bloody arrogance appeared, Zhang Cheng was indeed suppressed.

Different from the extreme way.

The increase brought by physical strength breaking seven is too terrifying, that kind of bloody arrogance almost restrains all artistic conception and brilliance, even including the way of another dimension.

For the first time, Zhang Cheng felt the power of a real professional player. Different from Wu Hao's bloody body full of side effects, the professional player's bloody body is in a real state, far surpassing Wu Hao in terms of quality.

The pressure hit instantly, but Zhang Cheng felt an inexplicable excitement coming from the depths of his heart.

This is the real game, and only such a professional player can put pressure on him.

Stress means growth.

"Zhang Cheng, accept the baptism of bloody burning!"

Chen Xing let out a roar, and his face, which was full of blood, became extraordinarily imposing.

"boom."

The scarlet power mixed with the bloody arrogance rushed over.

This time, the moment Zhang Cheng swung his pat, those jet-black extreme sword intents were instantly crushed by the blood-colored monster.

What a powerful blood-colored behemoth.

This is the ability brought by physical strength breaking seven.

Is this the true strength of a professional player?

Zhang Cheng licked his dry lips, his eyes full of anticipation.

The mustard tennis ball flew back backwards, but Zhang Cheng's ball hit a lob.

As a result, Chen Xing's sturdy body jumped up, and a powerful pole condensed with blood-colored arrogance suddenly swung out.

"boom."

It was a bang.

Then Zhang Cheng discovered that there was a deep pit in front of his eyes that looked like a human being.

This ball is so strong.

(End of this chapter)