kvmb Chapter 546: I thought you were so strong
Chapter 546: I thought you were so strong
The names of the players from both teams appeared on the big screen.
Germany's player: Michael Bismarck.
Australia team: Bill Hewitt.
"Hewitt, I didn't expect him to play singles three."
"Is he great?"
"I heard that he is a genius among the new generation, second only to Noah. He has a good mentality and can always stay calm."
"So powerful?"
"He has a good mentality but poor strength, right? His opponent is Bismarck, this guy is no ordinary person."
"I don't recognize this guy."
"This guy isn't very famous, but he basically wins every game he plays in. Rumor has it that in the German U17 team, his strength is second only to QP."
"Is it true? He is second only to QP Master?"
"Didn't you watch the French Open World Cup? This guy's strength is terrifying. Don't be fooled by his skinny appearance. You will know it later."
Compared to Lin Nan and others.
Bismarck is less famous.
But everyone in the team knew that Bismarck's strength was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. He did not need any skills, he could kill people with just strength.
"Bill Hewitt."
Lin Nan glanced at the scene and recalled the plot of the original novel in his mind.
In the original novel, the other team was not even qualified to play, and was only mentioned briefly when the team members were introduced.
The strength is above seven stars.
To fight against Bismarck, a 15-star character, you might need four people.
Thinking of this, Lin Nan reminded: "Restrain your strength. The opponent is a junior high school student, and his strength is very poor, about the same as Millman and the others."
"Okay, got it."
Bismarck nodded, picked up his racket and walked towards the court.
Under the cover of the long-sleeved team uniform, Bismarck's well-built muscles were not revealed, but instead looked a little thin and frail.
After ten minutes of warm-up, players from both teams walked onto the field.
Bill Hewitt, an Australian player, was the first to greet him. "I heard that you have great strength. I hope you can give me some advice. I also have some experience in strength."
There was an expression of confidence in his words, as if he was showing off.
"Oh?"
Bismarck was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Lin Nan.
Looking at the other party's confident appearance, he doesn't look weak at all. Could it be that Lin Nan was seeing things?
"Well, let's start the game."
Bismarck nodded, turned and walked down the baseline to take a defensive stance.
Hewitt smiled and said, "You are shocked by me. This way, my advantage in serving first will be more obvious."
Obviously the little guy misunderstood something.
When the referee saw the two players walk to the baseline, he immediately blew the whistle to start the game: "Beep! Australia-Germany friendly match, singles three match begins, the Australian player will serve first!"
The whistle sounded.
Hewitt slammed the tennis racket to the ground with a sharp look.
Bang~bang~bang~
Listen to the orderly beating sound, then suddenly throw the ball into the sky and swing the racket hard!
The power is pretty good.
When the ball leaves the racket, it forms an irregular oval.
But Bismarck just glanced at it and swept the ball back when it hit the ground and bounced.
The angle points directly to the near corner area.
From the audience's perspective, a golden beam of light forms a right triangle, which is the largest angle.
"I knew you would fight back like this!"
Hewitt sneered and rushed towards the landing point.
Through observations of these two games, he found that the German players all liked to hit the near corner position when receiving the serve.
So when serving the ball, he rushed towards the near corner area on the other side.
"Caught!"
Hewitt laughed out loud.
The tennis ball bounced off the ground, and the racket blocked its way.
Just as he was about to fight back, the smile on his face froze, and an irresistible force instantly flooded his entire arm.
The strength he was proud of was nothing compared to this force!
"This.....How is this possible? This is a joke!"
Hewitt's face changed drastically, and he even turned visibly pale.
I never expected that Bismarck's shot from the near corner would be so powerful. It was completely beyond imagination.
The ball kept hitting the racket.
Hewitt reacted quickly and put his other hand on the racket. After a period of resistance, he finally pushed it back.
"Fortunately, I saved a hand."
Bismarck's mouth twitched.
If it weren’t for Lin Nan’s reminder before the game.
Judging from the other party's confident look, he would at least use more strength in this counterattack, but Lin Nan's words made him restrain a lot.
Otherwise Hewitt would be taking off by now.
"What a weak response."
Watching the slow counterattack after being pushed back, Bismarck felt dissatisfied but did not say it out loud.
Even my own casual attack was so difficult to return.
I don’t know where the other party got the confidence to say those words before the game.
Is it because I am not famous?
Bismarck wiped his nose.
"Then let everyone remember me!"
The thought flashed through his mind, and Bismarck, who had originally planned to hit back with one hand, suddenly put his other hand on the racket.
The aura on his body hit the playing field like a tsunami.
With a dull thud, the racket hit the tennis ball heavily, and the ball instantly turned into a U shape and then shot out.
Boom boom~
Exaggerated air-explosion sounds echoed throughout the arena one after another.
Although it is just an ordinary sweet spot hit, the power generated is far more exaggerated than that of an ordinary person hitting a light shot.
When the ball passed half court, the net was shaking.
Hewitt was completely stunned.
In all the tennis he had played, he had never seen such a dirty return.
Seeing the ball getting bigger and bigger, Hewitt suddenly woke up. At this time, the ball had flown to less than one meter in front of him and there was no way to avoid it!
"what!!!"
When fear reaches its extreme, it will lead to counterattack.
Hewitt roared, rushed towards the tennis ball desperately, and then swung the racket with both hands.
Expect to be able to hit the ball back.
It's a pity that I am unwilling to do so.
The moment the racket touched the tennis ball, the sound of breaking echoed throughout the court.
The point where the racket handle and the racket face meet is instantly broken!
With Hewitt's lightweight racket, it was impossible to withstand such force.
At the same time, the tennis ball hit Hewitt directly. Without any hesitation, his feet left the ground and he flew into the air.
Then it slammed into the wall.
The entire audience was stunned.
I didn't expect Bismarck's response to be so synchronized.
But what Bismarck said next made the German-speaking audience frown: "Oh my god, it's a good thing he used less power, otherwise this ball would have killed him."
Are you still holding back in this situation?
On the field.
Hewitt fell from the wall, holding his chest in pain, blood flowing from his mouth.
One goal!
Just one ball broke the racket and made him vomit blood!
"15:0!"
"Bismarck scores!"
The referee blows the whistle.
Bismarck put the racket on his shoulder and teased, "I thought you had a lot of strength. To be honest, I was looking forward to it~"
“That’s how it feels!”
He couldn't even handle a ball that was hit with a little force. The tone of his speech before the game was really embarrassing!