SFS Chapter 714: Beating, 82% of the ball skills - Poseidon Trident
Chapter 714: Beating, 82% of the ball skills - Poseidon Trident
"Doesn't the Liberty National U-17 team want to be among the top four in the U-17 World Cup?"
"Why did they send a professional-level player to play in the singles-two match?"
"Do you look down on me? Or are you sure you can win the first three games?"
Kulalaja Tasta stood at the other end of the court, his mouth twitching slightly and his eyes showing a complicated look.
At this moment, he looked at the slightly green opponent opposite him, his brows twisted into a knot.
His voice was low and oppressive, and every word was like a sledgehammer hitting the ground, causing the people watching around him to hold their breath.
He knew that this game had been endowed with a certain "symbolic" significance from the very beginning - the Free Country sent a professional-level player, and he, as the core figure of the Swiss U-17, naturally could not retreat.
However, faced with such an arrangement, he did feel a little amused and helpless.
After all, the No. 2 singles match should have been a good opportunity to practice, not a life-and-death duel.
But since his opponent has already shown his true abilities, he can only go all out.
The next moment, just as the tennis ball flew over the net, Kulalaga Tasta suddenly looked up, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.
At that moment, it seemed as if an invisible force awakened in his body.
"Epileptic state!"
He swung the racket violently, his movements were so fast and fierce that it seemed as if he wanted to involve the whole world in it.
As he growled, the air around him suddenly heated up, and a twisted and manic dark red flame rose from his body.
The flames were in irregular shapes, like tentacles reaching out from hell, stretching out wantonly, and wherever they went, the space seemed to be burned and distorted.
The temperature around the stadium rose instantly, and even the air became sticky.
The spectators who were originally sitting in the stands cheering now had their eyes wide open, with shock and fear written all over their faces.
In the core area, the flames were like a burning sun, so intense that it was impossible to look directly at them; and as one went further out, the flames gradually became thinner, yet still emitted a suffocating breath of destruction.
The low and eerie whistling sound was like countless wronged souls screaming in your ears, which was creepy.
When he looked again, a stream of light wrapped in dark red flames twisted and shot towards Gaisel Jackson.
At that moment, the entire stadium seemed to be on fire, with wind and waves rising and dust dancing, as if the end of the world had come.
"boom!!!"
Like a meteorite falling, the roar exploded directly from behind Gaisel Jackson.
The return ball hit the ground behind him, kicking up a cloud of debris and dust.
After hearing the sound, Gazel Jackson's eyes narrowed and he almost instinctively covered his head and ran away, hiding in the corner of the court.
"Are you sick?!"
He cursed under his breath, gnashing his teeth.
"Don't you want our captain to play against your captain? Why do you have to force me to fight you?"
"I just used a normal attack, and you used your ultimate. How can you be so unreasonable?"
"This isn't about wanting me to win, this is clearly about wanting me to die!"
He was panting and complaining wildly in his mind.
He was originally treated as cannon fodder and assigned to the second singles position, which already made him feel quite aggrieved.
Now the opponent actually showed his skills from the very beginning and did not treat him as an ordinary player at all.
If the opponent was a professional-level player, he could barely accept it.
But the problem is - the opponent, Kulalaga Tasta, is a top-level professional high school player!
Although he had already made up his mind to die, under such circumstances, the resentment in his heart still surged like a tide.
0-15!
As soon as the numbers on the scoreboard started to tick, Kulalaga Tasta spoke coldly.
"Hey, if you keep going like this, the next ball might actually hit you."
"I'm not here to practice with you."
His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable sense of oppression.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he was obviously disappointed with the performance of his opponent.
Hearing this, Gazel Jackson froze in place, with only one thought remaining in his mind: [I want to grab my hair… I really want to grab my hair…]
Because from the very beginning, that basic attack showed that he was giving it his all.
Now he completely believed what Kulalaja Tasta said.
After taking several deep breaths, Gaisel Jackson forced himself to calm down.
He glanced down at the racket in his hand, his knuckles slightly white from the exertion.
Then he tossed the tennis ball into the air again.
This time, his movements were smoother than before, and there was a hint of determination in his eyes.
Perhaps it was the huge sense of crisis that stimulated his potential, and his serving action was obviously improved by more than one level compared to the first round.
Following a crisp crashing sound, a professional-level aura erupted in all directions.
"Poseidon Trident!"
In an instant, an invisible storm seemed to have set off on the court.
The air was torn apart in an instant, and waves of air one after another swept towards Kulalaga Tasta on the opposite side like rolling waves.
The sunlight shone through the clouds onto the court, but it could not illuminate the space that was distorted by the air waves, as if the entire court was shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere.
Kulalaga Tasta raised his head slightly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, staring at the blow his opponent delivered.
He was not tall, but standing there, he was like an immovable mountain, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.
On the other side, Gazel Jackson's face was flushed, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, gleaming in the sunlight.
His breathing was rapid and there was a hint of fanaticism and tension in his eyes.
He swung his arms with great force, almost as if he wanted to pour all his strength into that one strike.
"boom!"
The tennis ball drew a blue trajectory in the air, as if it had turned into a giant trident, carrying the force of thunder, and charged towards Kulalaga Tasta.
The sound was like the rumble before an ancient tsunami, which made people's hearts palpitate.