Net King: Opening Ten Draws

And Chretien Wattu, who was on the field, also smiled, his eyes became empty, and the whole person fell to the ground.

He tried his best... to do his duty as a senior.

The entire arena was quiet, and at this moment, both the French players and the Ice Emperor players looked at Watu with admiration.

No one thought the game would be so brutal.

This full-court battle also ended with the fall of Chretien Votu, and Watanabe still has the strength to fight again, so this game..."Beep! Thanks to Chretien Votu The figure player fell into a coma, this battle, Yudu......"

"and many more...!"

Just as Sakakitaro was about to announce the result, Watanabe's voice interrupted him.

"Coach, I lost this game...I abstained."

"Sorry..coach...sorry..minister...this is my loss."

Watanabe glanced at Watu hesitantly, and finally said firmly.

The opponent is a worthy opponent and a good predecessor.

Although this game was his ability to prove himself in the Ice Emperor, the opponent was a person who gave the first place for tennis.

It was just a practice match, and there was a strong inner voice that drove him to make this decision.

Clap! Clap clap clap clap...! A clapping sound caused everyone to applaud. The Ice Emperor team members did not blame Watanabe, but were proud of their decision.

0........."Senior Watu, you won! You won! Wake up."

"Don't shake him, we have arranged the vehicle, let's take him to the hospital first."

People from the Ice Emperor medical team rushed to the arena and lifted Chretien Watu away.

"You go first, I will take down the victory and find you."

Camus turned to look at the team and said in a firm tone.

Everyone was slightly startled, they hadn't seen Camus' serious expression for a long time.

"Got it, Captain."

Ciel lowered his head and headed towards the medical team first.

The group of people looked at each other and followed, at this moment silence is better than sound.

....."I'm sorry... Minister... I lost."

Watanabe walked off the field with guilt.

He is clearer than anyone else about Lin Bing's dedication to victory, losing is... losing, no matter how wonderful the process is, it is useless.

Even if there is something sensational about this match, there is no way to move the... Ice Emperor.

"It's not an example, you also go with the medical team and take a look at your arm."

Rin ice said while pulling out her racket, not blaming Watanabe.

The blue and white jackets were floating up, and Lin Bing had clothes hanging on her shoulders, holding a racket and walking towards the arena.

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Chapter 81: Rin Bing vs Changemaker? Camus! (6 more)

Chapter 8: Camus, known as the game changer in the original Net King, because of his innovation, opened up another new path for tennis.

But in Lin Bing's eyes... they are all stepping stones for him to become emperor! Boom! A heavy momentum erupted from the body.

In an instant, the entire arena was shrouded in oppression, and the cheering crowd instantly became quiet.

His neck seemed to be pinched by a pair of invisible hands, unable to utter a word, his eyes looking towards the arena were full of fear.

Under the suppression of the powerful momentum, the big summer made everyone feel the bone-chilling cold, as if falling into the Antarctic: the ice cave, the limbs were cold.

Step! A sound of footsteps rang out, ringing in everyone's ears like a bell, and Lin Bing slowly walked towards the arena.

Step! The sound of two footsteps resounded, and the momentum became stronger and stronger. From the beginning, it was difficult to breathe. Watch "[*]"

The crowd raised the idea of ​​kneeling.

Step! The sound of three footsteps exploded, and the dust and mist on the ground floated up. At this moment, the momentum of Rin Bing's eruption was far stronger than that of Watu and Watanabe.

Under the terrified eyes of everyone, Lin Bing walked to the center of the arena.

The ice-blue pupils turned to Camus, and the momentum erupted again, wreaking havoc on the entire arena.

The French elite team and Watanabe, who had not yet left the school gate, felt the oppression coming from the rear, and turned their heads in horror to look at the direction of the tennis court.

"Rin Bing..."

"team leader."

The voice of their own minister rose in everyone's heart.

The final battle of the Ice Emperor's French elite team... officially started!...Boom! The surging force was actually pressing towards Camus.

The face of the other party changed dramatically, and a heavy pressure was placed on his shoulders.

"It seems... Captain Lin Bing's strength is more terrifying than I imagined."

"Is this... your... strength."

Camus resisted his aura, looked up at the arena and said.

In the discourse, the title is used unconsciously, which is respect for the strong.

From Watanabe's mouth, he knew that the other party had very powerful strength.

In the game just now, Watanabe showed his strength far surpassing his peers, even surpassing that of middle school students.

But the... icy young man in front of him was able to seal it off.

"Come up... Camus!"

Rin Bing opened his mouth coldly.

It seemed to come from the South Pole: the chill used to irrigate the arena and make the audience tremble subconsciously.

"Atobe Rin Ice."

Camus took a deep breath and squinted his eyes.

I have a feeling that Lin Bing will be the strongest player she has ever met after playing tennis for so long! "Come on."

The voice fell.

What belonged to him actually spewed from his body.

The two auras collided in the void, and the dust mist was disturbing, but it was not suppressed by the imposing aura.

"System, give Camus' data."

Ding dong! Leopold Camus, Physical Strength: Level 5, Soul Strength: 4.

Skills: Communication tennis, heart serve! "Not bad."

Lin Bing already knew that physical strength and soul strength could not express a person's strength.

Geniuses like Camus and Watanabe are more powerful than the data shows.

Just like Watanabe with a 5th-level physical strength, he fought vigorously against the 6th-level physical strength Watu in the game, and even forced the opponent's body to collapse in the end.

"Coach, let the game begin!"

Lin Bing opened her mouth coldly, and the pressure around her became more intense.

.................................Subscribe .................................Beep Beep! Singles One Match Begins , Leopold Camus was the first to serve!! Sakakitaro returned to his senses, glanced at Rinbing with a lingering fear, and quickly blew the whistle.

"The most crucial game...finally begins."

Yuezhi Yueguang said solemnly.

With Watanabe's abstention, the match was crucial for both teams.

Whoever wins is the final result of one side.

"Don't worry, Rin Bing... No! The Minister will never lose."

Shinichi Haraki spoke earnestly.

Although he doesn't know how strong Camus is.

But he can be sure that Lin Bing's strength is absolutely superior to the opponent.

"So far, the minister's data has been an unknown, and every game will break my cognitive limit."

"Remember the sweet spot he taught us...it's quite possible that the minister has fully mastered the technique...0"

"Data can't work on ministers at all."

Mitsugu said with a wry smile, the data tennis he was proud of had no effect on Rin Bing.

...Boom! Boom! Boom! On the field.

Camus caressed the racket, looked at the racket and the tennis ball in his hand and smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm going to wrong you today, the opponent's strength is very strong, so...you may be in pain."

"Wow, what's that guy doing, talking to the racket."

"This...this is definitely mental illness"

"Why do I still feel that he is affectionate, vomit..."

When the Ice Emperor saw Camus' actions, their eyes widened, showing disgust.

Camus's appearance at this time is exactly like "It's really...disgusting."

The corners of Lin Bing's mouth twitched slightly.

Today's Camus is only in the communication stage with tennis, far from being in love with tennis like the Australian Open World Cup.

Rao is that this appearance is enough to make him sick.

I don't dare to resemble each other in the future, what kind of fireworks the opponent's round racket will make, I feel disgusting just thinking about it.

Huh! Camus ignored everyone's discussion, and after stroking the racket for a while, he threw the tennis ball into the sky.

Bang! The crisp sound echoed around.