Chapter 403: Atobe Shows Off His Power, Shocking the Audience

Soon.

The players from both sides entered the designated rest area.

The lights converged on the host in a suit, and he introduced loudly:

"There are three games in this warm-up match."

"The rules require each side to send a high school student and a junior high school student to play doubles."

"Now, let's start the first match."

"The German team representatives Michael Bismarck (senior 3) and Elmer Seyfried (junior 3) vs. the Japanese team representatives Ochi Tsukiko (senior 3) and Atobe Keigo (junior 3)."

"Please prepare yourselves."

"It's Minister Atobe!"

When they heard the host's voice and the name that appeared on the electronic display board of the north stand, Hiyoshi and Feng couldn't help but get excited.

"And there's Ochi-senpai."

Hi was also very excited: "I didn't expect that it would be a combination of the two Hyotei ministers at the beginning!"

Ochi, Atobe.

The two can be said to be the epitome of Hyotei tennis in two eras, each representing a tennis path. No one expected that the game would start with a duel between these two people.

"Germany!"

"Germany!"

"Germany!"

However.

Compared to the discussion on the Japanese team, the cheers from the audience for the German team were undoubtedly quite strong.

There were even more fanatical fans who rolled up their sleeves, stood on their seats in the stands, and waved the German flag vigorously.

"Bismarck!"

"Sefried!"

"Come on!!!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

The cheers from the audience echoed in the stadium like a tsunami. Compared with such momentum, the national competition experienced by junior high school students is completely different.

"Is this the world competition?"

Momoshiro, Kirihara and others were shocked.

They put themselves into the role of the game, imagining that they were about to face such a momentum, and their bodies couldn't help shaking.

"Yes."

Oishi also said with emotion: "I'm afraid that ordinary players can't bear the pressure of the game scene."

Faced with such a scene, if the mentality is a little fragile, I'm afraid that if you encounter a little setback, the whole person will probably collapse in an instant.

"But."

At this time, Yagyu of Rikkai University said: "These two people, at least in terms of mentality, have no problem."

Hearing this.

Everyone nodded.

The combination sent by the Japanese team is not the strongest, but it is a reassuring role.

At the same time.

In front of the net.

The few people who do not speak the same language did not communicate much. After choosing the front and back, the referee threw the coin and the German team got the priority to choose.

"Elmer."

Seeing this, Bismarck turned his head and looked at the boy next to him: "You choose."

"Me?"

Sefried raised his eyebrows slightly, and after a quick look at the handsome and indifferent boy opposite, he said: "I think the venue here is good, what about you, senior?"

"Then it's up to you."

Bismarck smiled and said in English: "We will choose the venue here."

"Okay."

The referee nodded when he heard this.

Then he looked at Ochi and Atobe: "Next, you two decide who will serve first."

"Serve first?"

Ochi raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded to Atobe next to him: "In that case, you should serve first."

"Yes."

Atobe did not refuse.

Then.

Both sides entered their respective positions.

"The game begins, and the winner is decided in one set."

On the high chair, the referee's eyes fell on the Japanese team: "Japan's Atobe serves, and the game ends!"

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

Atobe, who got the serve, gently hit the tennis ball. He did not rush to do it, but carefully observed his opponent.

Just now, he heard the conversation between the two people opposite. Ochi did not understand German, but Atobe, as the heir of a large consortium, was proficient in multiple languages ​​and understood the conversation between the two.

At the same time.

He also keenly felt the arrogance shown by the junior high school student named Sefried opposite.

"Q·P."

At this time, on the German team side, the main player Polk looked at the young man next to him and said: "Is Elmer okay?"

"It should be fine."

Q·P nodded slightly and said: "He was doing closed training all day yesterday. As expected, he has walked out of the shadow of the beach tennis court."

"That's good."

Polk nodded.

From Seyfried's condition, he has indeed returned to normal. He has returned to that arrogant demeanor. Although Polk doesn't like it, it at least proves that his players have gained some growth.

"I hope you don't disappoint us all."

Polk said secretly in his heart.

And Q·P's other tall young man smiled and said: "Elmer has potential. With the lesson of the day before yesterday, he should be able to play well in this game."

Rudolf Becker.

17 years old.

The third-ranked master of the German team, second only to Polk and Q·P in strength. In terms of technology, even Polk is a little inferior, and he is the only one in the German team who can catch up with Amadeus, the main player of the Swiss team.

"Yeah."

Hearing the other party's words, Q.P nodded and said: "What the situation is, depends on this game."

"Come on."

On the court.

Severide fixed his eyes on his opponent: "You must be angry, right? Then come on!"

It turned out that he was deliberately acting arrogant. He gave the right to serve to the opponent, in fact, to irritate the opponent.

The failure of the day before yesterday.

Let Seyfried understand that there are many masters among junior high school students. So he became low-key in his heart, but deliberately high-profile in his performance, just to catch his opponent off guard.

At this time.

He was ready.

When the opponent's serve came, he would use a thunderous attack to completely defeat the opponent.

Huh!

At this time.

The opposite side of the Atobe moved.

I saw him throw the tennis ball into the air, and under the gaze of everyone, his body kept leaning back, reaching the level of parallel to the ground.

Swish!

Swish swish swish! ! !

In Atobe's eyes, the tennis ball in the air kept flashing colorful changes.

Suddenly.

A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the racket in his hand, which was perpendicular to the opposite side, bounced up with his body and quickly hit the tennis ball in the air.

"Don-Huai-Ser. Serve!"

Bang!

A crisp sound.

Atobe hit the tennis ball out.

Whoosh!

Whoosh! !

The tennis ball was flying at high speed, flickering in the air.

"Oh?"

This made Seyfried on the opposite side slightly shocked: "There is such a change. As expected, none of those who can enter the World Cup are simple characters."

"What a pity."

"Your actions have long been expected by me."

"Although this serve is very fast, I have completely seen through the trajectory of the tennis ball!"

Swish!

After thinking about it, Seyfried also moved.

He was originally the second-ranked master of the German team, and his own ability was also at a very outstanding level. In the case of intentional calculation, he started instantly and accurately captured the moment when the tennis ball landed.

"Hmph."

"Your serve may be fast, but it's still far from my speed!"

Squeak

But the next second.

His movements froze.

He watched the tennis ball slide out from under the racket, and he himself almost lost his balance and fell to the ground because of the missed swing of the racket.

"How is it possible?!"

After finally keeping his balance, Seyfried turned his head sharply, his eyes fixed on the light-colored trail left by the tennis ball behind him.

"15-0!"

The referee on the high chair spoke.

And the audience in the stands were all stunned, staring at the calm purple-gray haired boy on one side of the court.

"What kind of serve is this?"

"Wait, the rules of this game are not played in the form of a combination of high school students and junior high school students?"

"Does that mean that the tall one is a junior high school student?!"

Because the serve played by Atobe was too exaggerated, many spectators even mistook Ochi for a junior high school student. Although this is ridiculous, compared to the junior high school student playing such an amazing serve, this possibility seems more reasonable.

"What a great serve."

On the court, Bismarck narrowed his eyes and analyzed secretly: "Use super strong rotation to apply to the inside of the tennis ball. The moment it lands, the internal state changes violently, resulting in irregular bounces."

"This kid is not an ordinary character!"

After the analysis, Bismarck looked at Atobe with a little more caution.

Then.

The game continued.

It was still Atobe's serve, and he hit the [Tannhaiser serve] again. After the tennis ball landed, it slid out under Bismarck's eyes.

"30-0!"

"Oh my God!"

"Even that Bismarck couldn't touch the tennis ball?"

"Isn't this junior high school student from the Japanese team too strong?"

For a moment.

The eyes of the surrounding audience looking at Atobe became shocked.

Forget Seyfried, Bismarck is a top five player among the high school students of the German team.

"Don-Huyser. Serve!"

Squeak

The third ball.

Atobe once again played a super spin serve of the same level. After the tennis ball landed, in the shocked eyes of Seyfried, the front end of the other racket slid out as low as possible.

"40-0!"

"Hiss"

Atobe scored 3 points in a row, which made many people take a breath subconsciously.

"This junior high school student is really not simple."

On the side of the German team, Polk nodded and said: "His mastery of skills is not inferior to many high school students."

"Yeah."

Q.P also nodded and said: "Moreover, he has a perfect grasp of the actual situation. Even Senior Bismarck couldn't catch the opportunity in the first time."

With this serve.

Atobe can defeat most junior high school students.

"But."

After a pause, Q.P shook his head and said, "With Senior Bismarck's ability, he will definitely not let the opponent score a second time."

Bang!

Sure enough.

When Atobe served for the fourth time.

Bismarck keenly caught the fleeting opportunity to return the ball. With a stroke of the racket against the ground, he hit the tennis ball.

"Hit it back!"

Seeing this, the fans around the stands were cheered up.

"I'm just telling you, there's no way the players from the German team can't even touch the serve."

"That's Bismarck. A man with both talent and grace, there is no trick he can't crack."

"Since you have seen through the serve, let's give the Japanese team some color!"

Everyone was very excited.

Many people even waved their tattooed arms and shouted for Bismarck to teach his opponents a lesson.

"Well done!"

the other side.

Atobe saw his opponent hit the tennis ball back, but he energetically faced it and struck back at the right time.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flies back.

Passing through Seyfried's backhand side at a relatively narrow angle. Then, he hit the bottom line accurately.

Ta Ta Ta! !

But at this moment, Bismarck's figure came up to take his place.

"Nice comeback."

The German team's master nodded secretly. After taking aim, he raised his racket and gave his opponent an equally strong spin on the ball.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flew quickly to the other side.

However, Atobe's figure appeared half a step ahead of the landing point.

"What a speed!"

Some people were startled and did not realize when the other party appeared in that position.

Bang!

Subsequently.

Atobe moved again, passing through Seyfried's weak point.

"Damn it!"

Feeling the touch of the whirlwind caused by the flying tennis ball remaining on the side of his face, Seyfried's face became ugly.

He felt humiliated by his opponent.

But.

There was nothing he could do about it.

Because the opponent's goal is not him at all, but trying to bypass Bismarck's observation and break through the defense to score. This made Seyfried himself feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

On the court.

Atobe and Bismarck engaged in a fierce duel.

"Liar, liar, right?"

"That junior high school student was evenly matched with Bismarck?"

"His reactions are so fast, the pace of this game. Is he really a junior high school student?"

boom!

boom!

boom!

Bismarck also felt that this junior high school student had excellent reflexes and insight into his opponent. If he were an ordinary character, he would have been overwhelmed by his attack.

"No wonder he was placed in the first battle."

Bismarck took a deep look at Atobe, and a gleam flashed in his eyes: "In that case, then get ready and follow my footsteps!"

boom!

Suddenly.

Bismarck suddenly accelerated his batting speed.

The tennis ball flying in mid-air even made some ripples.

boom!

The tennis ball hasn't hit the ground yet.

The strong ball pressure caused the dust in front of Atobu to fly up. Even Seyfried had a look of astonishment on his face, because this undoubtedly marked that the game was about to enter the next stage.

"about there."

However.

In response to his opponent's sudden attack, Atobe showed a faint smile: "You elite of the German team, your flaw has been exposed!"

boom!

Suddenly.

He suddenly swung the racket.

He whipped the tennis ball out in the dust.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball turned into a stream of light and quickly penetrated the court. However, unlike what everyone imagined that this was Atobe's response to Bismarck, the tennis ball actually flew straight past Seyfried in front of him.

"What?!"

Seeing the tennis ball suddenly appearing in front of him, Seyfried was obviously startled.

Snapped!

Immediately.

The tennis ball hit the handle of his racket accurately, and the pain caused by the violent vibration made the German team's No. 2 subconsciously let go of the racket.

Uh-huh!

at the same time.

On the opposite side of the court, a tall figure suddenly jumped up, holding a racket high. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he smashed the racket down very gracefully.

"Immerse yourself in my master's skills!"

boom!

The words fell.

The powerful smash crashed to the ground, and under Seyfried's shocked gaze, he used him as a breakthrough point and ejected from his side.

"Game!"

"Japanese team, 1-0, exchange positions!"

The referee's voice fell.

Atobe also stood firmly on the ground.

And in the stands around the stadium, everyone looked at him with strong shock in their eyes!