Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 462: "Bamboo Basket Draws Water" Training? A Different Link with Sweet Spot Techni

"There are miniature shooting targets placed every meter. You must use the force generated by swinging your racket to knock down the tenth miniature shooting target. This will mean you've successfully completed the mission."

There was a hint of challenge in Brand's tone, as if he was announcing to everyone that this was a difficult but fun challenge.

"Don't worry, I estimate it will take you at least four or five days to get it done." He had a relaxed expression on his face, as if he was talking about something very ordinary. Then, he walked to the recliner beside him, lay down comfortably, and prepared to continue enjoying his nap.

After listening to Coach Brand's detailed explanation, everyone was stunned for a moment and looked at each other with confusion and uncertainty in their eyes.

Their faces were full of surprise, as if they had not expected to face such a seemingly simple yet challenging task.

Some players frowned slightly and fell into deep thought; some players exchanged glances with each other, trying to find some confidence and courage from each other.

Then they dispersed, walked to their designated locations, and began their difficult attempt.

At the beginning, everyone thought that this was not a difficult task. After all, they were all outstanding players who had passed layers of selection and entered the Swiss U-17 training camp, and they had a certain degree of confidence in their own abilities.

But after actually starting, they found that this was much more difficult than they had imagined.

The face of a tennis racket is made up of thin strings woven together, and is not an airtight plane, which makes the transmission of force extremely complicated.

It is easy to imagine how difficult it would be to use the force generated by swinging a racket like this to knock down a miniature shooting target that is ten meters away from you.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is like trying to draw water with a bamboo basket. It seems promising, but it is actually full of difficulties.

Of course, this is not to say that this is a completely impossible task. It’s just that to achieve this, the player himself needs to have extremely precise control over the body and the use of strength must also reach perfection.

Take Kulalaja Tasta for example. He stood in his position, his feet firmly rooted on the ground, his hands tightly gripping the racket, the muscles in his arms tense from the exertion, the veins bulging slightly.

He took a deep breath, his eyes revealing firm determination, and swung the racket violently.

As the racket was swung, a "whoosh" sound was heard, and a small wave was stirred up, which blew gently towards the mini shooting target.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the wind and waves finally made the first two mini shooting targets shake, and then they slowly fell down.

Kulalaga Tasta looked at the fallen target, frowned slightly, and a look of dissatisfaction appeared on his face. He was obviously not satisfied with his performance.

As for the junior high school players, Hiroshi Yagyu couldn't remember how many times he had swung his racket.

His arms felt sore and swollen from prolonged exertion, as if countless ants were gnawing at his muscles.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, sliding down his cheeks to the dry ground, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Every time he swung the racket, it only made a "humming" sound. Apart from his arms becoming increasingly sore, he hardly created any noticeable waves.

"It's really difficult without a tennis ball!" Yagyu couldn't help but mutter to himself. As he spoke, he shook his sore arms, trying to relieve the fatigue.

His face was full of helplessness and frustration. He had tried so hard but still hadn't made any substantial progress.

"It's indeed difficult." Yanagi Renji, who also had no progress, said in a calm voice, his brows furrowed and his eyes gleamed with thought.

"But as of now, it is at least possible to stir up trouble." Although there was helplessness in his tone, his eyes were still full of hope.

Just when everyone was trying hard, an astonishing scene suddenly happened on the training ground not far away.

I saw a powerful airflow suddenly rushing out. The airflow was extremely fast and powerful. The surrounding air seemed to be stirred up, forming a powerful tornado.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" A series of crisp sounds suddenly rang out, and seven or eight mini shooting targets on the ground fell down one after another under the impact of this powerful force.

This sudden movement was like a blockbuster bomb dropped into a calm lake, instantly breaking the dull atmosphere on the training ground.

In an instant, everyone stopped what they were doing, shock written all over their faces, and they all looked in the direction of the sound involuntarily.

Beichuan, who was trying it for the first time, stood there with a slightly frown on his face. A look of regret appeared on his face, and he said, "What a pity~" However, although he did not succeed directly the first time, this attempt gave him a basic understanding of what compound force is.

You know, the situation is completely different when there is a tennis ball or not when the racket is swung.

When there is a tennis ball, most of the force energy is transferred directly to the tennis ball because the area of ​​the tennis ball in contact with the air is much larger and denser than that of the racket covered with strings.

Therefore, it is relatively easy to create an air wave after the racket hits the tennis ball, especially for players with stronger strength.

But if there is no tennis ball to transmit power, then the moment the racket is swung, the player has to rely on himself to circulate power and concentrate the power on one point.

Otherwise, it will only make noise but have no actual effect. This is subtly related to the sweet spot technique.

At this moment, everyone is no longer surprised by Beichuan's outstanding performance, and seems to have become accustomed to him always bringing unexpected surprises.

But their inner curiosity was completely aroused, and they were eager to know how Beichuan did it.

"Junior Beichuan, uh~" Henry Nobel III hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to speak. There was a hint of expectation and a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

"Dear Captain, given your relationship with Coach Brand, I'm sure he's taught you this before."

"If it's convenient, could you tell us about it?" His eyes were full of desire, as if Beichuan was the key to solving the problem. As long as Beichuan was willing to share his experience, they could easily complete this difficult task.

"Tsk!" Akutsu's voice suddenly came out, with a strong sense of sarcasm, like a sharp cold wind, breaking the originally slightly expectant atmosphere.

"And the Swiss U-17 team, one of the Big Four in the U-17 World Cup."

"It's only been a short time, and I haven't even tried it a few times myself, so I thought I'd ask someone for advice."

“It’s really an eye-opener.”

As he spoke, he curled his lips, his face full of contempt.