Tennis King: God-level Player

As expected, he is the best actor! On the court.

All that was left was the extremely rhythmic batting sound, which kept ringing.

Tristan serves.

boom!":!"

boom!":!"

boom!":!"

It's the last goal! Tristan's face is extremely ugly, and his heart is very heavy! He looks at the opposite Irie Kanata angrily.

"Damn it, from the very beginning, you counted me!"

I still can't understand now, I was being calculated, that is really stupid.

"Just luck."

There was a smile on Zanda Irie's face, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

At the same time, his breathing became more and more intense.

suddenly.

Irie played a little more toes and instantly appeared in front of the tennis ball.

Stepping up your feet, your arms slammed down in the direction of the tennis ball.

Bang! The crisp batting sound ran through the field.

Step! Tristan's footsteps are traversing, and the speed is extremely fast.

"Don't even think about it!"

With a roar, Tristan swung his racket hard.

But the next moment, his eyes narrowed, and the whole person froze in place.

"When is the fake action!"

The tennis ball, turned into a streamer, flew towards the bottom line behind him.

At the same time, Zanda Irie also showed a look of relief.

There were even signs of unsteadiness in the footsteps.

"The game is over, the Neon team wins, the score is 6:!"

The referee's voice sounded instantly.

On the high platform, the referee looked complicated. He looked in the direction of Irie Sata, and then in the direction of the Neon Team.

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"Team Neon is really different!"

""

The whole place was silent.

Australia's back-up team was sluggish and silent.

The local French fans all shook their heads with some emotion.

"It's a pity, if Tristan hadn't underestimated the enemy, it definitely wouldn't have been."

"That's what I'm saying, but Zanda Irie doesn't have the strength to match, and it's impossible to have this result."

"Sato Irie, this contestant, I remember it!"

Even Irie Kanata's real strength is actually not as good as Tristan.

But now, Irie Zota's name has been deeply remembered by them.

in the audience.

Rem and Ram also put down the cameras, and Ram said very calmly: "The filming is almost done, go back to the young master!"

"Um!"

Rem nodded, they had already filmed the entire match without missing a beat.

The Australian team players are in a very mixed mood right now.

Lost! Australia, just lost! This dramatic scene still makes them a little unbelievable.

Christian snorted as Tristan returned to the Australian team.

"waste!"

Such a huge advantage was won by the Neon team. It's not a waste! Tristan's face was gloomy, and in the end he didn't say anything.

aside, Edmund.

Caslon sneered.

"You're not much better than me, a piece of shit."