kvmb Chapter 909: Imitation is just imitation after all, it is far from being comparable to No. 2
Chapter 909: Imitation is just imitation after all, it is far from being comparable to No. 2
Chapter 909: Imitation is just imitation after all, it is far inferior to Bu Er
In comparison, Alfonso Solon's so-called reforms are nothing compared to this.
If he continued to play the game with his unique skills, he would definitely gradually be at a disadvantage and eventually lose.
On the playing field, the blazing sun poured down mercilessly like a flame, making the plastic surface slightly hot. It was almost as if one could smell the odor of the burnt plastic.
The rising heat waves twisted into hazy shadows in the air, blurring people's vision, as if the whole world became unreal in this heat wave.
Bismarck narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the tennis ball that rolled out of bounds.
The surface of the tennis ball was slightly worn, and the originally pure white color had become somewhat dull, as if telling of the fierce confrontation just now.
His black sportswear had long been soaked with sweat, and dark marks slid down his neck into his collar like winding streams.
However, despite this, Bismarck's actions remained unhurried.
When he turned around, each step had a unique rhythm, as if he was dancing an elegant dance.
The soles of his shoes made a crackling sound when rubbing against the ground, as if he was measuring every inch of the stadium. Every step he took seemed so steady and confident.
In the end, he stood firmly back at the bottom line, like an unshakable mountain.
His eyes fell on the racket in his hand, which was a modified Brown Bear Return racket.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, and he said softly: "The Brown Bear's return has been improved. Can it withstand my smash?"
His voice was low and magnetic, like thunder coming from deep in his chest, echoing in the arena.
The voice revealed a kind of confidence and majesty that made people look sideways.
Then, he ran his slender fingers through his sweat-soaked blond hair and tidied up the messy hair.
Every movement he made was graceful and calm, as if he was not in a fierce competition but attending an elegant dance party.
In fact, with his strength, he could have delivered a thunderous smash that would have made his opponent numb.
But the weight on his wrists and ankles was like an invisible shackle, restricting the full release of his strength. Every time he exerted force, he could feel the conflict between muscle and metal, and the heaviness greatly reduced the power of his smash.
However, there was no trace of impatience in Bismarck's eyes, and his determined gaze was as sharp as an eagle's.
He knew very well that the real contest had not yet begun, and it was not time to take off the weights and show his cards.
He took a deep breath, and the air mixed with the salty taste of sweat and the unique smell of the plastic court rushed into his lungs. He took out a brand new tennis ball from his sportswear pocket. The white ball shone with a cool luster in the sunlight.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground was particularly clear in the silent arena.
Bismarck's expression remained calm, his handsome face without a trace of ripples, but his eyes were burning with a fiery fighting spirit.
"Alfonso Solon, I wonder how much you can improve Fuji's skills. I'm looking forward to it!"
The cold voice carried an unquestionable sense of oppression, echoing above the stadium and startling a few birds in the distant treetops.
Alfonso Zoro on the opposite side narrowed his eyes slightly, his dark brown pupils were like precision-operated machinery, quickly analyzing every subtle movement of his opponent.
"So now is the time for you to be serious."
He licked his dry lips, and a confident arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Then I don't have to keep it."
The originally tense defensive posture was slightly adjusted, and the muscle lines were like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to burst out with amazing power at any time.
"Well, I'm also looking forward to Bismarck showing his true strength. Don't let me down."
Alfonso Solon paused, a sly look flashing in his eyes, "These are not the only skills I have improved."
Before he finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes. His long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and the noise around him seemed to be isolated from him.
Swish! The tennis ball was thrown high into the air, drawing a perfect parabola in the air.
At the moment the ball fell, Alfonso Solon's racket-holding arm was like a sword drawn from its sheath, pressing down swiftly with the sound of breaking through the air.
Bang! Bang! The sounds of the racket and the tennis ball colliding rang out one after another, like thunder.
The tennis ball was like a cannonball, leaving a golden afterimage and blasting out of bounds. It was so fast that one could hardly see its trajectory, leaving only a blurry trail of light and shadow.
"Wait, is this an explosion of wrist strength? How can it be so fast? The ball went through the court in an instant!"
There were exclamations one after another from the audience, and countless pairs of eyes widened, unable to believe what they saw.
"What happened, why did the ball go faster?"
The discussion spread across the entire stadium like a surging tide.
However, before everyone could recover from their shock, the situation reversed again.
The tennis ball fell heavily to the ground, bounced high and flew out of the court.
Alfonso Solon's pupils suddenly contracted, but his swing of the racket missed the target.
In the blink of an eye, Michael Bismarck's figure suddenly blurred, the speed of his swing was so fast that it exceeded the limit of the naked eye's capture, and the trajectory of his movements was illusory and unpredictable, as if it had merged with the air.
As the tennis ball landed accurately, the referee's whistle pierced the air sharply.
"Michael Bismarck scores, score 15:30!"
Alfonso Zoro stood there in a daze, his hair stuck to his face by sweat, his brows tightly furrowed into the shape of a Chinese character "川".
According to the data model that he had repeatedly deduced in his mind before, even if Bismarck could increase the speed of his wrist burst, it should never reach such a terrifying level.
This sudden change was completely beyond his calculation, as if a calm lake suddenly turned into a huge wave, indicating that this game was far from as simple as he had imagined.
In fact, with his strength, he would be in great shape without the weights on his wrists and ankles.
He is fully capable of delivering a thunderous smash.
The power of this blow is enough to make the opponent's body numb instantly.
However, these burdens are like invisible shackles.
Binding him tightly, restricting the full release of his power.
Every time he wanted to exert force.
Everyone can clearly feel the fierce confrontation between muscle and metal.
The heavy pressure made every swing of his racket extremely difficult.
The power of the smash, which should have been powerful, was greatly reduced.
But nevertheless.
There was no trace of impatience in Bismarck's eyes.
His gaze was as firm and sharp as an eagle's.
It seems to be able to penetrate the opponent's heart.
He knew very well that the game had just begun.
The real battle is still far from coming.
Now is not the time to take off the weights and show your cards.
He took a deep breath.
Let the air mixed with the salty taste of sweat and the unique scent of the plastic playground flow into your lungs like a clear spring.
Then he slowly pulled out a brand new tennis ball from his sportswear pocket.
This white sphere has a cold luster under the sunlight.
Like a fire waiting to be ignited.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
As he hit the tennis ball gently, it made a crisp sound when it hit the ground.
The sound was particularly clear in the silent arena.
However, Bismarck's expression remained as calm as a mountain.
There was no trace of emotion on his handsome face.
It seemed as if everything was under his control.
But if you look closely.
You will find that there is a burning fighting spirit in his eyes.
It is a desire for victory and a determination to never give up.
"Alfonso Solon, I wonder how much you can improve Fuji's skills. I'm looking forward to it!"
These words seemed to carry a cold breath, floating slowly above the stadium.
It is like a cold winter wind, carrying with it an unquestionable sense of oppression that makes people shiver.
The owner of this voice was standing on one side of the stadium.
He has an upright posture and a cold expression.
His eyes were like cold stars, falling directly on Alfonso Solon opposite him.
As if it could penetrate the other person's soul.
Alfonso Solon felt this sense of oppression.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his dark brown pupils were like precision-operated machinery.
Analyze every subtle movement of the opponent quickly and accurately.
"So now, is this the time for you to be serious?"
His voice was calm, yet it carried a subtle hint of provocation.
He licked his dry lips, and a confident arc appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"Then I don't have to keep it."
As these words came out, Alfonso Solon adjusted his originally tense defensive posture slightly.
His muscles are like a fully drawn bowstring, full of power.
It seems as if amazing energy can burst out at any time.
"Well, I'm also looking forward to Bismarck showing his true strength. Don't let me down."
Alfonso Solon paused, a cunning look flashing in his eyes.
"These are not the only skills I have improved."
Before he finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.
The surrounding noise seemed to be isolated from him at this moment.
He was completely immersed in his own world, preparing for the upcoming challenges.
Shua——
The tennis ball was thrown high into the air like a meteor.
It draws an amazingly perfect parabola in the air.
Just as the sphere was about to fall.
Alfonso Solon's racket arm swung as fast as lightning.
It was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, carrying with it a fierce momentum and the sound of breaking through the air.
He pressed down as swiftly as a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
Bang!
Bang Bang!
The racket and the tennis ball collided violently.
It emits a series of crisp and shocking sounds, like thunder exploding in the ears.
The tennis ball was like a cannonball, shooting out with incredible speed and force.
Leaving behind a golden afterimage, it shot out of the boundary like lightning.
It was moving so fast that it was almost impossible to see its trajectory.
All I could see was a blurry light flashing before my eyes.
"Wait, is this a burst of wrist strength? How can it be so fast? The ball went through the entire court in an instant!"
Suddenly there was a burst of exclamations from the audience.
People's eyes widened and their faces were filled with disbelief.
They were completely stunned by this sudden scene.
It was as if I had seen an incredible miracle.
"What happened? Why did the ball go faster?"
The discussion quickly spread throughout the entire stadium like a surging tide.
People were whispering and talking, trying to figure out what was going on.
However, before everyone could recover from their shock, the situation took another surprising turn.
The tennis ball bounced high up after landing on the ground as if it was cast by magic.
Then it flew out of the field at a strange angle.
It's like it has a will of its own.
Alfonso Zoro's pupils seemed to be hit hard by something.
It shrank into a small dot in an instant.
The racket in his hand was still swinging due to inertia.
But it seemed to have lost its target and just drew an arc in the air in vain.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze.
Alfonso Solon watched Michael Bismarck's figure like a ghost.
Suddenly it became blurry.
His swing speed is so fast that it is impossible to capture the trajectory of his movement with the naked eye.
At that moment, Michael Bismarck seemed to merge into the surrounding air.
It's hard to tell where exactly he is.
Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp "bang" sound.
The tennis ball landed on Alfonso Solon's court as accurately as a cannonball.
The referee's whistle also cut through the air sharply at this moment.
It was as if they were cheering for this wonderful goal.
"Michael Bismarck scores, score 15:30!"
The referee's voice echoed over the court, clear and loud.
Alfonso Zoro seemed to be under a spell, standing still, motionless.
The strands of hair on his forehead were soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his face.
It made his face look a little embarrassed.
His brows were tightly furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川".
It showed his extreme shock and confusion.
According to the data model he had repeatedly deduced in his mind before.
Even if Michael Bismarck could increase the speed of his wrist bursts.
It definitely shouldn't have reached such a terrifying level!
This sudden change was completely beyond his calculation.
It was as if a huge wave suddenly rose up from a calm lake, catching people off guard.
Alfonso Zoron realized that this game was far from as simple as he had imagined.
The sun shines on Michael Bismarck.
His golden hair fluttered in the wind like a burning flame.
His movements were graceful and confident.
Toss the tennis ball high into the air.
It was as if it was not a simple ball, but a precious work of art.
With the rise of tennis.
Michael's lips curled up slightly.
A playful arc was revealed.
His wrist trembled slightly.
The movement at that moment was as fast as lightning, making it almost impossible to capture.
At the moment of hitting the ball.
That green elf seemed to be endowed with a manic soul.
Galloping out at an astonishing speed.
It made a sharp sound of tearing through the air.
It was as if a ferocious beast was roaring.