I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

In corners that no one else can see, the players of the two teams that advanced to the finals are doing their best to get a chance to play.

Night falls.

The beach that was once bustling has become deserted.

Under the moonlight.

A figure stands on the embankment, quietly gazing at the dark sea in the distance.

"It's time to go, captain."

A tall, feminine young man spoke.

If you don't know the inside story, you might think that this is a couple walking on the beach.

"Wait a minute."

The young man is the captain of the Spanish team, Antonio Medanore, who is known as the [Genius Heretic].

At this moment, he seems to be integrated with the night. Although he is standing there, Mars next to him feels unpredictable.

Real?

Illusion?

"Has the captain's mental power reached such a terrible level?"

Strong mental power is enough to interfere with the changes in reality. This was shown by the captain of the German team, the world's No. 1 high school student, Polk, in the semi-finals yesterday.

But now it seems.

Even if the realm reached by Medanore is not as good as Polk, it is probably not much different.

"Wait?"

Thinking, Mars said in surprise: "Captain, you are not waiting for someone, are you?"

He was really surprised.

Because in his impression, Medanore's image has always been aloof and taciturn. Even when Frio Roman went to ask Medanore to come out, it took several consecutive times to persuade the other party with sincerity.

Result.

Such a person would actually wait for someone to come in such a remote place on the eve of the final?

"He's coming."

Medanore suddenly spoke.

Hmm?

Mars turned his head subconsciously and saw a tall figure walking slowly towards this side.

"Who is he?"

Mars was very curious about who Medanore could wait for here. But when he looked carefully and saw the other party's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Is it him? The Byodoin Phoenix of the Japanese team?"

"Oh?"

At this time

Standing on the high ground, Byodoin also discovered Mars's presence. He was quite surprised and said, "You invited me here, but you brought someone else with you. What, are you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Arrogant!"

Mars narrowed his eyes: "Your Excellency is too arrogant, our commander is not someone you can humiliate."

"Heh."

Byodoin smiled: "I've heard of you, the Spanish team's tennis sniper. I heard that you can accurately shoot people in the head 200 meters away, but I don't know if it's as powerful as the rumors say."

"Do you want to try?"

Mars' eyes flashed coldly.

After seeing Byodoin's shrug, the Spanish team's master felt cold in his heart, and threw the tennis ball up, then took out the racket from the tennis bag, and hit an extremely exaggerated explosive serve with a very standard serving posture.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball really shot out like a bullet. And the target it was aiming at was Byodoin's head.

This was Mars's test.

He wanted to protect the dignity of his captain, and at the same time, he wanted to test the ability of the opposite side, Byodoin, who was called one of the three strongest players of the Japanese team together with Ishikawa.

However.

What surprised Mars was that the tennis ball he hit was getting closer and closer to the opponent's head. But the opponent seemed not to see it, and his face did not change at all.

"Is this guy crazy?"

Mars even thought that the opponent was so calm because it was too dark and he could not see the trajectory of the tennis ball. But can such a person really let Medanore wait here in person?

Snap!

But the next moment.

When Mars saw Byodoin easily tilt his head and raise his left hand to catch the tennis ball, he was completely stunned.

"Are you kidding me?"

Even with his calmness, he was completely stunned at this moment.

That was his [Sniper] serve. Not to mention the amazing speed, the power alone was enough to temporarily paralyze other people's arms.

But that was the state of holding the racket, and the guy in front of him, with his bare hands, caught the serve he hit.

"Is this person a monster?"

This thought subconsciously emerged in his mind, and Mars immediately shook his head secretly: "No, his hand may not feel so good after receiving my serve. Yes, he is probably holding on now."

For him, there is only this one explanation.

Zizi.

Zizi.

But at this moment, Byodoin's hand holding the tennis ball suddenly opened. Then, a tennis ball shining with golden light slowly fell down.

"Since you dare to attack me, you must be prepared to be destroyed!"

The voice fell.

Byodoin's eyes flashed, and the racket in his hand suddenly hit the glowing tennis ball.

Bang!

There was a bang.

The tennis ball wrapped in golden light suddenly shot towards the direction of Mars like a cannonball.

"Is this. Light shot?!"

The latter recognized it at a glance. This was a powerful trick that had been used many times in this World Cup. The sheer power can even punch through a wall.

At this moment.

Mars felt extremely strong pressure.

He had the illusion that if he caught the tennis ball, he would probably be destroyed instantly.

Uh-huh!

Just then.

Medano was thunderous.

He quickly moved towards this side, and at the same time skillfully pulled out his racket, ready to hit the tennis ball back.

"General!"

But at this time, Mars' voice sounded: "I want to give it a try!"

Um?

Medanore was a little surprised.

But only Mars continued: "I want to know how far behind I am from a professional player!"

"I understand."

Medanore stopped moving.

He knew very well that Mars wanted to use this ball to test his strength. After all, if you can't even catch Byodoin's serve, there's no point in participating in tomorrow's final.

Uh-huh!

The next moment.

Then Mars was seen swinging his racket with a serious expression and hitting the oncoming light ball.

boom!

However.

The moment the ball and racket collide.

A terrifying force suddenly burst out, giving Mars the illusion that he had hit a large truck.

Whoosh!

Immediately.

His whole body flew out and fell into the sea with a thud.

"Pfft!"

After a while.

Mars surfaced, but his eyes that were originally full of fighting spirit were now completely occupied by confusion.

One goal!

He couldn't even withstand a ball from the opponent? !

If he hadn't fallen into the sea, but been hit into the wall by the opponent's ball in a real environment, he would have been seriously injured and vomited blood.

Even so, after receiving a blow from his opponent head-on, he still felt as if his whole body was falling apart.

"well."

Seeing that Mars was fine, Medanore sighed softly and shook his head helplessly. He actually wanted to remind the other party just now that the guy in front of him was not as simple as an ordinary professional player.

But it's still too late.

and.

The strength of Byodoin was somewhat beyond Medanore's expectations. Compared with two years ago, the opponent's strength has obviously improved a lot.

"What a scary guy, though."

His eyes turned.

When he looked at Byodoin, his eyes suddenly became cold and stern.

"how."

In response, Byodoin just smiled faintly: "The captain of the Spanish team, you invited me here, you want to see me teach you a lesson, right?"

"Byodoin."

In response to this low-level provocation, Medanore had no fluctuations in his heart at all. He said in a deep voice: "I invited you here to tell you that in tomorrow's singles 2, I will finish the match that was not finished last time."

Finished.

He turned around, waved to Mars, who had already landed, and left. Byodoin smiled faintly and turned to leave.

"General."

After arriving on the embankment, Mars finally asked his question: "Have you ever played a game with him?"

"Um."

Medanore nodded calmly: "The injuries on my body are all thanks to him."

"this"

Mars was stunned again.

He did not expect that there would be such an astonishing secret between Medanore and the Byodoin. Looking at the situation, it seems that Medanore suffered the loss in the first place.

"Let's go back and check you out."

Medanore glanced at him indifferently, but Mars shook his head and said: "It's just a serve, no big deal!"

But the next second.

He had just raised his hand to wave lightly, but suddenly it froze, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

"The situation is not good."

Medanore frowned: "It seems that there is a high possibility that you will not be able to participate in tomorrow's game."

"No, no, right?"

Mars, who had always had a calm personality, could not help but widen his eyes at this moment.

but.

When the two returned to the Spanish team, after being examined by the accompanying team doctor, they were told that Mars could not touch tennis balls again for at least a week.

"how so."

The master of the Spanish team seemed a little lost.

"It's normal."

Medanore shook his head and sighed: "After all, that guy is not an ordinary professional player. If I guessed correctly, he has also entered the ultimate field!"

ultimate?

Mars' eyelids jumped wildly when he heard this.

Doesn't that mean that the Japanese team already has three singles players with the ability to enter the ultimate field?

hiss!

This is too scary!

Soon, the time came to the next day.

Early in the morning, the queue to enter the venue stretched from the entrance to the street outside, stretching for more than 2 kilometers.

in.

There are many masters from various countries.

They all want to witness who will win the World Cup title after being interrupted for nearly 20 years.

And when the time was set to eight o'clock.

In the heart of the huge Melbourne Park, the two teams enter from the east and west sides.

"finally."

In the stands, Reinhardt of the American team said solemnly: "The finals have begun!"