Dominate the badminton world

Chapter 85
"Quickly, focus the camera on that young man from the Sichuan team." Xia Xuanze immediately asked the camera assistant to shoot at Wang Yu.

"it is good."

Wang Yu continued to serve. Before Peng Beichuan rubbed the net, he was afraid of Wang Yu's smash just now, so he didn't dare to pick the ball rashly.

With a smile on Wang Yu's face, he immediately stepped forward to push Peng Beichuan's backhand backcourt position, but Peng Beichuan had quick eyes and quick hands, and his arms were so long that he mistook the ball as soon as he stretched out his hand, and Wang Yu's forehand was still on the front edge of the net.

Wang Yu was taken aback by this shot, almost wondering whether Peng Beichuan's body was also controlled?
Watching the ball fall to the ground, Wang Yu gave up saving the ball. If he insisted on saving the ball, Wang Yu could save it with his physical fitness and technical level, but the quality could not be guaranteed, and the possibility of being killed in the end was extremely high.

"Change serve, 1 to 2."

Peng Beichuan showed his white buck teeth, smiled at Wang Yu, moved the racket, and threw a small ball to Wang Yu.

"It's too ugly, is there a tactic?" Seeing Peng Beichuan's buck teeth, Wang Yu frowned, and stepped forward to push Peng Beichuan's forehand backcourt.

Peng Beichuan seemed to have predicted that Wang Yu would push the ball, so he took a step forward, took advantage of his long feet and long hands, and directly hit the ball with all his strength.

This shot was not easy, Peng Beichuan actually chose to take a risk and play a chasing ball, obviously wanting to hit Wang Yu by surprise.

Wang Yu gave up resisting, and didn't even look at the badminton flying towards his body, but looked at his clapping hands.

The moment the badminton was approaching, Wang Yu took the racket in his hand and slapped the ball to Peng Beichuan's backhand at the front corner of the net.

In the eyes of others, Wang Yu just blocked the ball just in time because of his body's natural stress response when he raised his racket and turned his face to avoid the attack.

"That's okay?" Peng Beichuan was stunned.

"Change serve, 3 to 1."

Wang Yu continued to serve, and sent Peng Beichuan's backhand to the front corner of the net. Peng Beichuan conservatively rubbed Wang Yu's front of the net.

Wang Yu hooked the ball diagonally, and the shuttlecock crossed an elegant arc, just turned over along the upper edge of the net, and fell to the limit distance.

The quality of the ball was very high. Fortunately, Peng Beichuan's reaction was fast enough and his legs were long enough to barely pick it up.

boom!
Wang Yu made another jump kill, staring at the ball on the floor without any suspense.

Peng Beichuan pursed his lips, knowing that the ball was a bad one, after all, he didn't pick well, and Wang Yu's smash was fierce.

Wang Yu continued to serve, and after fighting for several nets, Peng Beichuan was forced to help him again, instead of picking the ball, he seized the opportunity to throw Wang Yu's ball.

However, the ball was thrown very well, and Wang Yu's body hadn't returned to its position yet, so there was no way to trigger the body's super reaction.

"Change serve 2 to 4."

In the eyes of everyone, both Wang Yu and Peng Beichuan played very conservatively, and Wang Yu gradually realized that this opponent was finally stronger than the people he met before.

It is characterized by fast reaction, long hands and feet and good defense.

Peng Beichuan smiled again, showed Wang Yu his big buck teeth, and suddenly stole Wang Yu's backcourt.

"Steal me?" As soon as the ball reached Wang Yu's head, Wang Yu, who jumped vertically, hit him back with the top of his head.

Startled, Peng Beichuan quickly reached out to block the ball, but passively blocked it, and was thrown to death by Wang Yu again.

"Sure enough, it's a tactic. Use buck teeth to attract my attention, and then steal my ball. Fortunately, my body will automatically attack..." Wang Yu suddenly felt that Peng Beichuan was really interesting.

"He reacts a little too quickly." Peng Beichuan licked his buck teeth and whispered to himself, "Try again."

"Change serve, 5 to 2."

After Wang Yu served, Peng Beichuan directly pushed Wang Yu's forehand backcourt. Wang Yu's body kicked out, the racket in his hand whistled, intercepted the ball, and slapped it on the rubber of Peng Beichuan's court.

"It's really fast..." Peng Beichuan was convinced, it was the first time he met someone who was faster than him.

"Forget it." Peng Beichuan decided to focus on defense.

Wang Yu continued to serve, and before the two fought against the net, Peng Beichuan couldn't fight and had no choice but to kick the ball.

Wang Yu immediately moved to the backcourt, set up the racket, hooked his feet, opened the bow, led the racket, and hit the ball in one go. The power in his body poured out, and the domineering aura spread in all directions, making the audience in the stands open their eyes wide.

boom!
Peng Beichuan's reaction was extremely fast, but facing Wang Yu's full blow, although he caught it, he blocked it and fell off the net.

In the stands, Ma Yucai of the Zhejiang team had a look of shock on his sharp-edged face, and the coach beside him was also surprised.

"It turns out that he hid his strength before. I didn't expect him to have such a strong offensive ability." Ma Yucai's coach said: "There are really a lot of talents in Sichuan this year. Fortunately, Gao Yang did not represent the Sichuan team. Otherwise, Meng Zichen would be added. Only three of them made it to the quarterfinals."

"I haven't taken Meng Zichen to heart yet. I'll send him away later." Ma Yucai suddenly smiled and said, "Gao Yang and I often fight each other in the team. I always win more and lose less. It's really boring." .”

"That's interesting." Ma Yucai showed a fighting spirit on his face, looking at Wang Yu who was playing.

Not far away, there is another young man with fair skin and a red dustpan head. He is taller, at least [-], and smaller than Gao Yang. He stared at Wang Yu heavily.

Wang Yu is like a god of killing, each ball is interpreting the aesthetics of violence, and the roar echoes in the field one after another.

Peng Beichuan was also struggling to support, trying his best to catch Wang Yu's smash.

boom!
Wang Yu continued to kill...

……

It wasn't until Wang Yu hit the 7th smash that Peng Beichuan finally failed to catch it and lay down on the ground.

"Huhu~ I'm so tired of catching the ball..." Peng Beichuan got up from the ground panting, but saw Wang Yu looking at him with a smile on his face.

Peng Beichuan also smiled immediately, but when he smiled, Wang Yu's smile disappeared, and it was even a little ugly.

"Could it be that he can't control my smile?" Peng Beichuan's smile remained the same. He seldom saw an opponent smiling at him when he was competing with him, so he was very happy.

Hit the ball to Wang Yu, Wang Yu continued to serve.

……

"Out of bounds, change serve, 5 to 17."

Because Wang Yu smashed the ball out of bounds, Peng Beichuan scored again and finally got the ball. Peng Beichuan was not in a hurry and gave Wang Yu a backhand corner kick in front of the net.

Wang Yu held the racket with his backhand, put the racket flat, then sank his elbows, and hit the ball with a strong external spin with his thumb, and hooked the ball back again.

Peng Beichuan rubbed the ball backhand, Wang Yu picked the backcourt for Peng Beichuan.

Seeing Wang Yu take the initiative to take the ball, Peng Beichuan was moved. He moved to the backcourt in two steps, and then jumped high. His right hand holding the racket was like a lightning bolt, whipping the badminton out.

The speed was very fast, but Wang Yu stepped out his right foot to the left and lightly blocked the ball in front of the net with his backhand racket.

Peng Beichuan strode forward, hooked Wang Yu diagonally, and Wang Yu stepped to the front of the net, and then picked Peng Beichuan's backcourt.

In this way, the two fought in front of the net for a while, and then attacked and defended one after another, and then defended and defended one after another, attacking and attacking alternately.

In the end, Peng Beichuan couldn't hold it anymore because his physical strength didn't allow it.

"At the end of the first game, Wang Yu won, 21 to 6."

"That's right, it's a good seedling. Where did you find that kid Xie Zhongbo?" Xia Xuanze had a rare smile on his serious face.

"Front action A-, backcourt ability A+, backhand ability B-, ball control ability B, pace A-, comprehensive technique A-, strength A, explosive power A, endurance A, reaction A+, speed A, physical fitness A. "Xia Xuanze recorded Wang Yu's performance.

(End of this chapter)