Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 422 Masquerade with bare hands, Titans
Germany U17 base.

In the rare heat, the atmosphere continued to rise.

On the tennis court where the crowd was watching, the German U17 players were in agitated moods and erratic.

The leader of the group was carried off the court.

Arrogant and confident at the beginning, but silently embarrassed later.

It was unbelievable, not only the dirty dragon armor without his shiny bald head, but also the German tennis players around him.

As the elite of the U17, as the world's number one tennis player, they are now extremely angry.

Angrily gritted his teeth.

"This guy is so arrogant!"

"Humph!"

"Extremely arrogant!"

"How dare you shout about 'carry out the next one'? You simply don't take us seriously!"

"hateful!"

"on!"

……

Motivated by a lot of enthusiasm.

German tennis players, with angry eyes and suffocating anger in their hearts, began to take the stage again.

"let me!"

"It's time to teach this boy a lesson!"

"You have to let him know that this is the German tennis world!"

"We are the number one in the world, and we are different from other mere three-legged cats, hum!"

immediately.

After making his declaration to fight, he was surrounded by cheers from his friends.

Another sidekick tennis player picked up his tennis racket and walked toward the tennis court aggressively.

Target, Kitagawa Sora.

Bold words, kill them hard.

And obviously.

For this kind of opponent, Kitagawa Sora's approach is exactly the same, it has never changed, from Neon to the world, from the Republic of Xia Zhiguan to Germany.

bass!
At a glance, looking at the vicious dragon opponent on the opposite side, Beichuan Kong smiled faintly against the increasingly overflowing anger.

"The momentum is very good."

"Ambition is also beautiful."

"Unfortunately……"

"You will lose miserably~"

Amidst the still calm clouds and gentle breeze, there is the absolute confidence of Kitagawa Sora.

then.

brush~
The mustard-yellow ball was quietly thrown away, carrying wisps of breeze.

In the midst of everyone's attention, with the explosion of sound, a duel between the big devil and the German sidekick took place on the tennis court, once again flying fast.

And soon.

boom!
boom!
呲~呼~
pat~~~
Boom~Boom~~
A series of sounds quietly exploded in the eyes of one after another in shock, and finally stopped quietly.

Above the left half.

Accompanied by a red-yellow streamer galloping past, and holding the tennis racket hardtop with both hands, the Dragon King flew up directly.

That's right, it flew.

While everyone around him was swallowing their saliva, the dragon player who faced Beichuan Sora's bombardment ended up being defeated.

No matter how much unwillingness, no matter how much daydream, no matter how much sweat and blood, it was all nothingness under the ball that flew to the ground.

And this moment.

As before.

In the silence of the entire court, the tennis players around them were speechless. Only the voice from the referee's seat could be heard.

"Score works."

"Game, Sora Kitagawa, score 6-0."

"The game is over. Sora Kitagawa wins this game."

The chief referee announced the score of the game, announcing the end of another game and the arrival of another clean sheet.

And correspondingly.

Compared to the silence on the German side, Beichuan Sora's voice of confidence came leisurely with the attitude of a victor.

"Actually, your strength is pretty good~"

"It's a pity~"

"Your opponent is me!"

The strength is good, but it's a pity that I met someone I shouldn't have met, and I met an opponent who was not at the same level at all~
At this moment, the pearl heart words from the Great Demon King made everyone present understand one thing.

The person in front of me comes from the Eastern land.

He's not some arrogant piece of trash, nor is he just a show-off.

This great demon king indeed has a reason for his reputation as 'invincible'.

Even they have to deal with it well.

Therefore~
"Whoo~"

"Be serious!"

"Let me do it!"

"No matter what, the glory that belongs to the German tennis community cannot be lost!"

At this moment, under the pre-game declaration, the crowd was excited and their fighting spirit was high.

then.

"Then~"

"Next!"

Amid Sora Kitagawa's provocative declaration, the German U17 side did not give in at all and began a contest between the two sides.

……

Bang!
Whoosh!
"Ah~ drink!"

With a high-spirited low drink, accompanied by the extremely fast swing of the tennis racket, a beam of light galloped vertically and horizontally.

Looking at his opponent who looked like this, Kitagawa Sora also smiled lightly.

Step on the ground and move.

In the middle of the half, when you started shooting with your eyes focused, the situation changed and a huge force burst out.

Swah——

boom!
call out!
"Score works."

"Game, Sora Kitagawa, score 6-0."

The score announcement sounded again, causing the atmosphere in the audience to freeze again. In the increasingly tense and quiet air, only Kitagawa Sora's whisper reverberated loudly.

"Then~"

"Next~"

The words sound the same as always, the content remains the same, and the meaning is also original.

That touch of confidence and provocation made all the German tennis players present start to take deep breaths.

Then adjust your mood and fight Kitagawa Sora again.

And the result left behind is the chief referee's loud voice that sounded again and again.

"Score works."

"Game, Sora Kitagawa, score 6-0."

"The game is over. Sora Kitagawa wins this game."

Except for the score number and Ding Buding's slight change, there is nothing else.

And this situation continues.

Throughout the afternoon of the first day, on that "bloody" tennis court, Kitagawa Sora faced opponents one after another and defeated them one after another.

The extremely fast ball speed penetrates the defense and makes the opponent sluggish and lose.

It is also extremely powerful and can directly blow away the opponent's tennis racket.

There are also cases where the opponent is covered in dust and mud and defeated in a panic.

What's more, under the terrifying strength, the opponent's entire body collapsed due to oppression.

In short, under all kinds of colors.

Just above this field, Beichuankong used one overwhelming victory after another to defeat a group of nonsense players, showing his strength.

And in this process.

Walked by in the afternoon of the first day.

The next morning, I walked through.

Walked by in the afternoon of the next day.

Day three...

During this period of time, any tennis player who wanted to compete with Sora Kitagawa had to go to the court.

At first he looked down on Kitagawa Sora.

Annoyed, angry, furious.

Shocked, appalled, and distracted.

He lost his voice and was shocked by Kitagawa Sora's powerful strength.

There is even a supporting actor who has always treated Sora Kitagawa cautiously.

In short, as long as I think about it, I have met Sora Kitagawa once, as a German U17 tennis player.

Of course, from pitch to pitch.

Their identities have also changed, becoming 'tennis players who lost to Kitagawa Sora'.

……

One day, two days, three days.

Until the morning of the fifth day.

It is still the old tennis court with blood flowing across it.

Kitagawa Sora, who stood as strong as Mount Tai, finally ushered in a duel worth savoring.

No longer a supporting player, but the main player of the German U17 team.

—Tankumaru Schneider!

He is 223cm tall, weighs 130KG, has a big face, big nose, big eyes, big hands, big feet and big head.

Under the huge tonnage, a terrifying aura swept over the entire place.

Under the muffled sound of heavy footsteps, there was Schneider's voice: "It's over here, kid."

With this declaration, the entire audience was in an uproar, and every German tennis player began to get excited.

His expectant eyes were projected directly on Schneider.

"Whoo~"

"It should be fine!"

"You must know that Schneider is a professional player and can definitely punish this devil from the east!"

"Can't lose, Schneider!"

"Come on, Schneider!"

"Kill him!"

"..."

On the tennis court, a cold wind howled.

One left, one right, Kitagawa Sora and Schneider stood opposite each other, looking at each other silently.

Suddenly, the atmosphere gradually condensed and the air became colder.

At this moment, although Kitagawa Sora's height has reached 183cm, compared with Schneider, it is definitely petite.

Both height and width.

However, it was such a 'little guy' that Schneider usually didn't care about at all, but after looking at him, Schneider changed his color.

The sea of ​​​​heart was in a state of turmoil, and his expression suddenly condensed.

"You guy..." Inexplicably, feeling the mysterious aura of Sora Kitagawa, and looking into that deep gaze, Schneider felt a palpitation in his heart, which was hard to contain, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

In the end, it was Kitagawa Sora's words that stopped the weird atmosphere.

"Then let's get started~"

"Snyder!"

"Let me take a look at the weight of this current professional player."

"I hope it won't be too embarrassing~"

The faint words contained the same provocation before the game as always, without any regard for the so-called 'professional player'.

after all.

Just like Schneider's famous saying, "Whoever you are talking about does not seem to be a professional player," the big devil said.

——嘁~
——Speaking as if no one has ever beaten a professional player~
……

Call ~
The wind is blowing and fighting spirit is raging.

After switching to the first guess, Kitagawa Sora and Schneider each took their positions and adjusted their status.

"Ah~ drink!"

brush~
Under the low voice of the urn, with a muffled explosion, Schneider, who was like a rockery, with a terrifying sense of oppression, swung his tennis racket straight and hit the mustard-yellow ball in the air.

Bang!
huh~
The action of pressing inward, the bulging muscles, and the combined impact are all added to the tennis ball.

A stream of light intertwined in spirals, screamed at extremely high speeds, and blasted straight towards the left half of the field where Sora Kitagawa was.

Kitagawa Sora vs Schneider, the battle begins.

bass!
"Finally, we have an interesting opponent!"

A faint gleam of shock flashed from the depths of those calm eyes.

After defeating most of the trappers and scaring away all the miscellaneous fish, Kitagawa Sora ushered in a worthy opponent just as he expected.

In his heart, thoughts suddenly arose.

But the steps under his feet did not stop for a moment.

step~
brush~
He stepped on the ground and jumped forward. With his body flashing, Kitagawa Sora came up to meet the ball. His right hand holding the racket suddenly moved.

Under the afterimage, there is a tennis racket that is as fast as the wind.

It was the mustard-yellow ball that suddenly received a burst of blows.

Bang!
咻叏~~~
The terrifying power suddenly collided.

The huge impact transmitted along the tennis racket made Sora Kitagawa's eyebrows move slightly, his mind jumped up, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

In the heated body, the indescribable power began to mobilize.

Under Beichuankong's distant gaze, the next moment, gusts of wind blew up, and the sound suddenly exploded.

In the roaring wind, a mustard-yellow ball that was deformed by force went straight towards Schneider's location.

The terrifying sense of power was almost overwhelming and clearly visible.

And this goal seemed to arouse Schneider's excitement.

Looking at Kitagawa Sora on the opposite side who easily caught the serve, and Schneider who was moving a huge tonnage and making a muffled sound, he shouted loudly.

"Good come!"

"Hahaha~~~"

"Look at me, super power shot!"

"Take the move, Kitagawa Sora!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

The roars and shouts echoed throughout the audience.

Schneider raised his racket, and in the faintly colorful storm, he slammed the tennis racket in his hand towards the incoming ball.

Boom!
Boom~
Boom~~
Boom~~~
In the midst of the explosive roar, and with Schneider's first shot, the atmosphere on the tennis court suddenly rose.

The fiery flames of the duel were also officially ignited and continued to explode and rise.

……

Boom!
boom!
"15-0."

"15-15."

"30-30."

"Score works."

"Game, Schneider, score 1-0."

"Swap venues."

……

"Score works."

"Game, Sora Kitagawa, score 1-1."

……

"Score works."

"Game, Sora Kitagawa, score 2-1."

"Swap venues."

……

"Score works."

"Game, Shi..."

……

Accompanied by streaks of light flying and flying, as German tennis players stared dumbfounded, the match between Sora Kitagawa and Schneider on the tennis court became more and more intense.

The terrifying momentum, the roaring sound, and the hot atmosphere that filled the entire place made many people sweat.

While swallowing, I witnessed collisions again and again.

That's right, a head-on collision.

Schneider can be described as a "behemoth". As a human being, you can tell what type of tennis player this big guy is just by looking at him.

Schneider, who looks like a mammoth, uses his burly and extraordinary body to hit a ball of extraordinary power with every blow and buckle.

Every stream of light can bring up a hunting wind, carrying an unstoppable sense of oppression towards Beichuan Kong.

What makes every German tennis player even more passionate is that even such a fierce Schneider is not bad at the technical level.

Even speed and flexibility are not lacking.

In other words, flexible fat man, burly mammoth, and ferocious tyrannosaurus can all be used to describe Schneider.

but.

After the initial excitement, the German tennis players were not able to stay happy and excited for long.

because~
On the side of the pitch, on the scoreboard,
The bright score and the referee's announcement made the crowd around them fall into a daze.

"Score works."

"Game, Sora Kitagawa, score 5-2."

"Swap venues."

Call ~
Amid the sounds, a breeze blew.

However, that trace of air-conditioning invaded everyone's hearts, making the people around them feel wandering.

"how is this possible……"

"The score is actually...5-2..."

The seventh round of the game was over. No matter how much Schneider struggled, facing Sora Kitagawa's terrifying offensive like a tidal wave, the outcome was still decided.

5-2, Sora Kitagawa's '5', Schneider's '2', the match point has been reached.

"impossible!"

"hateful!"

"Schneider is an active professional tennis player. He performed so well in the previous Open, but now..."

"What exactly is going on……"

“￥#￥T@#^$#$……”

Beyond the noise of the crowd, the core of the German U17 team is there.

bass!
Call ~
The wind is blowing, and the eyes are concentrating.

——Coach, Retru.

——Staff Officer, QP.

——Vice-captain, Bismarck.

"What do you think?"

Retru spoke first and brought up the topic.

QP looked slightly condensed and analyzed in a deep voice.

"Although he is not bad in other aspects and has no flaws, Schneider is still a powerful tennis player."

"But in terms of the power of hitting the ball, it is not better than Sora Kitagawa."

"even……"

"Kitagawa Sora's hitting power is even better than Schneider's."

Then, Bismarck took over the conversation and said with a deep breath.

"The strongest point cannot be compared."

"Other aspects, speed, flexibility, technology, tactics..."

"No one can win. It can be said to be an all-round disadvantage. In this case..."

Bismarck did not say any further words.

If you can't compare in every aspect, how can you fight?
In fact, even Bismarck himself was a little unbelievable. No matter how he looked at it, it was really hard for him to understand why the 'petite' Kitagawa Sora was stronger than Schneider in terms of batting power.
He knows exactly how strong Schneider's hitting is, even better than the coach Retru, after all, he has to catch countless balls with his hands every day.

But because of this, Bismarck had to turn his attention to Kitagawa Sora.

This man, this great devil from the East, is really difficult for Bismarck to understand.

SSS·Super Sweet Spot Technology?
Whoever said it doesn't seem to know the same thing.

Schneider is taking this path, so why doesn't he have this so-called strongest hitting spot.

So say~
“I don’t understand~~~”

Bismarck, scratching his ears and cheeks, expressed a heartache.

In the end, Retru, whose eyes were deep, thoughtful and gained, ended the topic.

bass!
Looking deeply at the tennis court.

He looked at Kitagawa Sora, then at Schneider, and said calmly while QP and Bismarck listened quietly.

"Let's take a look~"

"Let's see if there is any chance after Schneider uses that..."

After a word, the trio fell silent.

Bismarck's eyes were full of hope and anticipation.

On QP's side, his eyes moved slightly, and he was already prepared in his heart.

In the next game, Schneider used those words...

"More data and information should be available..."

bass!
……

at this time.

With Kitagawa Sora and Schneider standing on the tennis court again, the eighth round of the game officially started.

As for Schneider, it was also the same as Retru's arrangements and thoughts.

It's best to prepare for the last ditch effort.

"Huchi~huchi~huchi~~~"

Rough breaths came out of Schneider's two big noses.

Among the gradually changing and rising atmosphere were Schneider's explosive emotions and the earthy yellow light that began to shine richly.

There was also the sudden explosive roar.

"Damn it!!!"

"I won't lose!"

"Accept judgment, you damn oriental brat!"

"Come, Titan!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

……

(End of this chapter)