Dimensional Magic Skills of Net King System

Chapter 377 The King of Red Earth (Part [-])
Ever since he lost to Jiang Fengyan, Zhang Depei had a premonition that Jiang Fengyan was really going to break his own record this time, but now that he thought about it carefully, that so-called record didn't have much practical effect, maybe it was because of that record that tied his hands and feet, which caused him not to win a Grand Slam championship for so many years!
Jiang Fengyan was indeed very powerful.Facing him, whether it's offensive or defensive, even if you do it to the extreme, you will still be easily cracked by him.If his strength can't beat him by several grades, I'm afraid no one will be able to take the victory away from him.

In Jiang Fengyan's body, he saw his own shadow, but it was obvious that he was stronger than himself before, because he had too many killer moves!
In this French Open final, Jiang Fengyan's opponent was either Carter or Nadal, but Zhang Depei believed that only Nadal could stop Jiang Fengyan and defeat him on the clay court.If it were someone else, even Carter might not be able to take the victory from Jiang Fengyan's hands.

When Zhang Depei learned that Nadal defeated Carter Mulder in five sets in the semi-finals and entered the final, he was relieved for some reason, and felt much more at ease.

As long as it was Nadal, it would not be so easy for Jiang Fengyan to win the championship.After all, the title of King of Clay is not for nothing. On the clay court, Nadal's strength is extremely abnormal. It is even a question of whether Jiang Fengyan can persevere in his hands.

"No matter what, I still failed."

After a wry smile, Zhang Depei left here, and he didn't care too much about the subsequent games, because no matter who won the championship, it had nothing to do with him.

……

In order to prepare for the upcoming finals, Jiang Fengyan really worked hard. He not only strengthened his training, but also started a training match with Jiang Yinling.

In countless training matches, Jiang Fengyan was able to defeat Jiang Yinling without using those tennis skills. Although it was very difficult, Jiang Fengyan was particularly happy to win by relying on his own strength.

Caria, who didn't know why Jiang Fengyan was so happy, was puzzled. After all, Jiang Fengyan had never lost a match. Why was he so happy when he won a retired women's singles player?
Although there is no problem not using those skills, but didn't you invent those skills yourself, would you still feel guilty about using your own killer moves?
Caria naturally couldn't understand Jiang Fengyan's mind, and it could only be regarded as a quirk of geniuses.

"Fengyan, you have really become very powerful now, it seems that I will no longer be your opponent in the future."

Jiang Yinling threw off the hat on her head, came to Jiang Fengyan and said with a smile, "Tomorrow's game may not be as difficult as imagined."

Hearing this, Jiang Fengyan nodded vigorously, and said, "As long as you don't release the water, Sister Yinling, that's fine."

Jiang Yinling pouted her little red mouth, walked over with a childish face, raised her head and stared into Jiang Fengyan's eyes for a long while.

Just when Jiang Fengyan thought he could finally taste the glasses girl's red lips, Jiang Yinling stretched out her hand and pinched Jiang Fengyan's face affectionately and said, "Fool, you thought I would let you go when you were young?"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yinling snorted softly and walked past Jiang Fengyan.

Looking at the back of the glasses girl leaving, Jiang Fengyan sighed regretfully, somewhat disappointed in his heart.

"Pity."

Caria, who came not far away, covered her mouth with a smile and walked away after hearing this.

Glancing at Caria in a bad mood, Jiang Fengyan raised his head to look at the sky, looking at the sky full of stars, and suddenly felt a sense of irritability in his heart: "Tomorrow's game is probably going to be a hard fight."

……

The second day, the day of the game.

In the stands, Wenxuan took his little girlfriend and Jiang Yinling and the others to stand together. Ever since Xu Yun came into contact with the glasses girl, she was out of control. Only then did Wenxuan know that Xu Yun was a fan of the glasses girl.

The three girls were chatting happily at the side, while Wen Xuan folded his arms and looked at the crowd of spectators in the stands, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

The reason why they appeared in the area where the coach was with the glasses girl was because the tickets had already been sold out by these die-hard fans.

That's right, although as usual, the auditorium was crowded with people, but a little different from before, this time the audience was basically hardcore fans.

Before the game started, Nadal's fan group and Jiang Fengyan's fan group quietly started a fight for tickets.

For a ticket, it can be said that the fight is bloody. Under such circumstances, those viewers who are not die-hard fans and other stars are frightened by this situation, and they dare not intervene to buy tickets.

In the end, more than 3 tickets were divided in half by the two camps. Each of them wore clothes made by the fans and cheered for their players on the court.

Therefore, at a glance from the stands, there is a vast expanse of red on the left and a vast expanse of white on the right, which is extremely spectacular.

When Jiang Fengyan appeared on the field, he couldn't help being stunned, especially the heart-piercing cheers from the red side, boos from the white-haired side, and the fans on both sides fighting so blatantly and frantically in the stands.

"I really don't understand. It's hard to understand the psychology of these fans. Although it's true to support the players I like, is it necessary to make such an exaggeration? It feels like people on both sides are like life and death enemies."

Thinking of this, Jiang Fengyan couldn't help but think back to when he was on Earth, especially in football games, the fans on both sides were scary, and group fights were common, perhaps because he loved the team so much.

Anyway, Jiang Fengyan is not a star chaser, nor is he a good fan. Whether it is a basketball game or a football game, what he likes is the whole process of the game. He doesn't care about the final result, and there is no team that he absolutely supports. He doesn't care who wins or loses.

After all, whether they win or lose, these athletes are worthy of respect, because they never slack off in their hard work on the court, and they selflessly contribute their physical fitness and wisdom in order to bring victory to their team.

But no matter what, now that he has so many fans and they have done so much for himself, Jiang Fengyan will naturally have to perform well. Although the match against Nadal will be difficult, Jiang Fengyan will try his best to play the game as exciting as possible.

Compared to Jiang Fengyan, Nadal was much calmer. After entering the court, he just waved to his fans, then returned to his seat, opened his long leather bag, chose his racket, and prepared for the match.

Although he was a little nervous and excited before the game, but now that he was on the court and face to face with him at close range, Jiang Fengyan felt a sense of loss in his heart.

The appearance of Nadal here is quite different from the Nadal on earth. Anyway, if it wasn't because he had watched so many games before, even if they met on the street, Jiang Fengyan might not have recognized him.

Since the opponent was not the Nadal he was most familiar with, the excitement deep in Jiang Fengyan's heart was completely gone, and he was not even very nervous.

"However, we can't take it lightly. Nadal here is not easy."

After watching the semi-finals between Nadal and Carter Mulder live, Jiang Fengyan knew that the most terrifying test was about to come.

There is a lot of pride in beating an opponent at what they do best, but the risk of losing is also high.

The warm-up has already started, can the game be far behind?

(End of this chapter)