Dimensional Magic Skills of Net King System

Chapter 98 Regional Competition Finals (11) (Second update)
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After Zhao Bishun was stunned for a while, the surprise on his face disappeared and was replaced by joy and excitement.

"It seems that it's great that I didn't crush you at the beginning."

After speaking, Zhao Bishun turned around and returned to the court where he was. He could feel his blood boiling.

After Jiang Fengyan heard this, he didn't feel unhappy at all. He smiled slightly, put the tennis racket on his shoulder, turned around and asked, "Referee, when will it start? I can't help but 'beat' this guy."

"Painful?" The referee was taken aback after hearing this, and quickly said seriously: "Fighting is not allowed!"

Jiang Feng Yanxu squinted his eyes, a little speechless, the referee was too rigid.

Looking at the field, Jiang Fengyan's mood has completely cheered up, and he even made a joke. The members of the Xinle High School team finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"In the third set, both of them are going to get serious."

In the auditorium, another very conspicuous place, there were four or five middle-aged men looking at the two on the field with serious expressions.

These four or five middle-aged men are particularly distinguished, and one of them even holds an important position in the Chinese American Youth Sports Tennis Association.

Others are well-known behind-the-scenes editors of big media, including scouts from famous tennis universities.

They came here originally to see Zhao Bishun's performance, and by the way, to see if they could find some good newcomers.

It's just that at the beginning of the finals, Jiang Fengyan and Zhao Bishun's performance disappointed them very much.

But, after all, they are very experienced seniors. They know that on the field, the situation is changing rapidly, no matter what kind of situation will happen, it is understandable for young people like them to have emotional problems.

So generally speaking, they will only make a judgment after the entire game is over.

Obviously, this time they once again made the right judgment and did not choose to leave, because the truly wonderful game will start in the third set.

The referee was already in place. Jiang Fengyan came to the court and stood on the bottom line. The first game of the third set was Jiang Fengyan's serve.

On the opposite side, Zhao Bishun was waiting for the battle, with a serious expression and firm eyes. It could be seen that he was fully focused at this time, and he knew that the next game would be very difficult.

Even though it was difficult, there was one thing Zhao Bishun was very sure of. It could also be said that he had absolute trust in his skills. No matter what, his opponents were just high school students just like him.

At this age, he believes in himself, no matter who the opponent is, he will definitely be in the upper hand!
Compared with him, who had a complicated mind, Jiang Fengyan had no distractions at this moment.

Throwing the tennis ball high into the sky, at this moment, everyone fixed their eyes on Jiang Fengyan nervously and expectantly.

The tennis ball fell slowly. Jiang Fengyan kicked his feet, gathered all the strength of his body, swung the racket, and then gave it a downward friction the moment the racket touched the tennis ball.

With a bang, the tennis ball flew out quickly, and after passing the net, it went straight to the inner corner of the first area.

At this moment, Zhao Bishun, who was near the center line, frowned. He was sure that this was not an outspin serve, but a topspin serve with a very high success rate that professional players would only use on the second serve.

The tennis ball bounced off the ground, but the speed did not slow down. Zhao Bishun gritted his teeth, took two steps back, then leaned slightly to the left, stretched out his arms, and swung the racket out.

Snapped!
He successfully hit the tennis ball, and the tennis ball flew to the right line of the court where Jiang Feng's research institute was located with a spin.

Jiang Fengyan stood near the baseline, motionless. Even though the tennis ball had already flown over, he still didn't move a step.

"What is that kid doing? Why don't you catch the ball!"

"That's right, that ball was obviously in bounds!"

Everyone in the audience wondered, wondering what Jiang Fengyan was doing, he could have caught the ball!

But in the next second, everyone opened their mouths in unison, looking very surprised.

This ball did not fall in the bounds, but fell outside the court, and it was only one or two centimeters away from the sideline!

This prediction made Zhao Bishun say hello to Jiang Fengyan in his heart.

If it is an ordinary person, they will definitely rush to the left sideline to catch the ball. After all, the ball looks like it will definitely land in the field.

This is also Zhao Bishun's strength, even if he knows he can't catch the ball, so even if it goes out of bounds, he has to create an illusion that he might fall into the bounds, and at this time, ordinary players will fall into the trap and rush forward desperately to catch the ball.

At this time, Zhao Bishun rushed to the net again and hit the ball to the other side. The opponent's winning point became his own by the way!
"15-0."

Wenxuan and the others burst out laughing as the referee called out the score.

"Sure enough, it has fully recovered."

Zhen Yunshan jumped up happily, feeling relaxed, not as heavy as before.

"It's not just recovery, this guy seems to have suddenly become stronger in an instant."

Yang Kairui admired, although he didn't know what happened, but there was no doubt that Jiang Fengyan was extremely powerful at this moment.

Then the second serve was still sharp, but it was no longer a topspin serve, but a side spin serve.

This ball was several times faster than the previous one.

Zhao Bishun knew that what Jiang Fengyan showed him before the game started was this seemingly ordinary side spin serve.

But in fact, the ball is flying too fast, even for him, it is difficult to get a better line of sight.

"30-0."

Zhao Bishun's brows were furrowed, and he was a little puzzled. After two sets, how could this kid's strength and stamina be similar to those who just played?
Sometimes he even wondered if the guy was on doping.

But obviously, Jiang Fengyan would not do this.

At the end of the first game, Jiang Fengyan temporarily leads 1-0.

At the beginning of the second game, Zhao Bishun's serve.

As always, Zhao Bishun's serve was very aggressive. Basically, Jiang Fengyan either couldn't catch his serve and became an ace ball, or he didn't catch it well.

The first two shots were successful, but for the third shot, Jiang Fengyan seized the opportunity and counterattacked the shot perfectly. This time, he did not forcefully hit a high shot like before, but hit a flat shot without hesitation.

This ball has an extremely low flight trajectory and a very fast speed.

This made Zhao Bishun, who came to the net with great difficulty, have no time to react at all, so he could only make a hasty shot and change the way of swinging the racket, but it was too late, and the ball flew past him.

This is a high quality thru ball!

Although he lost a share in his serve game, Zhao Bishun did not panic. In the next few balls, he relied on the natural advantage of his serve game to keep his serve game without any risk.

But at this time, his face became more and more serious, and the indifference before was completely gone.

The level of concentration of mental power is unprecedented, and the smile on his face has never appeared again.

However, Jiang Fengyan was different. Every ball he hit, every ball he received, and every ball he lost seemed inevitable to him, so he didn't struggle. Instead, there was a faint smile on his face all the time.

This smile is a strong evidence that he is enjoying the game, which is very different from his previous two sets.

Of course, the reason for this is naturally because he is able to do a job with ease.

The enhancement of the basic attributes of the body has made his movements much smoother. Whether it is moving back and forth, or running left and right, it will not cause a great burden to him.

In addition, the disappearance of physical fatigue also gave him a great advantage in this game.

In fact, in the audience, those scouts or media editors who have been paying attention to the game were a little puzzled. Obviously, both of them had experienced two sets. How could it feel that the other one didn't seem to consume much energy.

As the game progressed, the attention of the two became more and more focused, and the level of the game became more exciting, but this kind of excitement was not the kind of gorgeous performance, but simple violence and thrilling excitement.

In each game after that, the number of swings was basically controlled by these two people within five times, that is, for each ball, they decided the winner in a very short time.

And, most importantly, none of them showed any flaws and successfully kept their respective serve games.

It can be said that they are evenly matched.

As the tenth game came to an end, the score was five to five, with neither breaking their opponent's serve.

At this time, Jiang Fengyan admired Zhao Bishun even more in his heart.

Because Jiang Fengyan completed an evolution with the help of the Wang Wang system, which inadvertently restored his physical strength, so compared to Zhao Bishun, Jiang Fengyan cheated by accident, which took a lot of advantage.

But even under such circumstances, Jiang Fengyan still couldn't find Zhao Bishun's flaws, and couldn't break his serve.

From this point of view, this Zhao Bishun is really strong!

In the auditorium, the audience also enjoyed watching it very much.

Especially when Jiang Feng studied every wonderful save and every time they made more than ten swings, they would applaud enthusiastically after the ball was over, making the field boil and appear particularly lively.

Some people even feel that this game will continue to be played forever, and the result of the game has become unimportant.

"It's been pretty good."

Wrapping himself tightly, the middle-aged man who seemed to be in the winter stood up before the start of the tie-break, turned and left.

Although the game is not over yet, for him, what should be seen has already been seen, and the subsequent victory or defeat is irrelevant to him.

Now, it's just a matter of seeing each other.

When he quietly left the lively auditorium, on the other side, among the five or six well-known people, a man accidentally saw him.

Looking at this very familiar back, the whole person was stunned for a while, then suddenly thought of something, opened his mouth slightly, looking very surprised, after a long time, he suddenly stood up, surprised: "That person, could it be..."

When the others saw it, they were puzzled and asked, "Editor Derek, what's wrong with you?"

The man named Derek from the western part of the United States shook his head, sat back in his seat, and said, "It's nothing, maybe I was wrong."

(End of this chapter)