Chapter 179: Players begin doubles battle against Walker! ...
“Beep!”
"—The game is over! Japan wins!!"
Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the entire stadium firmly supported the German team, and the cheers of "Germany" had not yet faded.
The outcome of the second match between Germany and Japan has been decided.
"Q.P... I actually lost..."
"That Q.P., Quality of Perfection, has been receiving elite tennis training since childhood. He's one of the elite among the elite..."
“…I actually lost just like that?!!!”
——The whole audience was shocked.
But the fact is that it happened so realistically and was presented before us completely.
The second warm-up open exhibition match before the U-17 World Cup,
[Germany - Q.P., A. Sweetler VS Japan - Oni Jujiro, Tezuka Kunimitsu]
"The final score—6:3!"
When this scene happened, many people couldn't accept it and looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Q.P not only serves as the advisor to the reigning German team—"
"He is also hailed as the pinnacle of German early childhood tennis education!!"
"How, how could they be so ordinary? They didn't even put up a shred of resistance and lost directly to these two unknown Japanese players!?!"
Not only the audience seats in the stadium, but also the waiting area of the U-17 German team,
Jurgen Barisavich Volker, who had not shown any strong reaction from the beginning until now, was now completely focused on the court.
A net separates two spaces.
On the side stood Onijujiro and Tezuka Kunimitsu, and A. Sweet, who had been beaten completely unconscious and fell to the ground,
And Q.P, who was kneeling on one knee and panting.
"——They even managed to wear down Q.P like this. Just how strong are these two guys!?"
I had vaguely sensed this in the first battle before.
But both Bismarck and Seferik fell too quickly and could not hold on for long, so that this almost abnormal physical strength bar could not be expanded in front of the audience.
But the second game was different. Although Q.P and A. Sweet's partnership didn't have a tacit understanding, it was definitely a level higher than the previous group of German players. But even so, they still had an overwhelming crushing momentum.
"The Japanese team...what on earth did they do in just this one year to have such a dramatic increase in strength!?!"
This part of the data has completely exceeded Q·P's database and is not included in the collection content.
This involves unknown areas, and even Q·P can't give a very good expression at this moment.
"What did you...do?"
Q.P's voice couldn't hide his tired breathing. He leaned on his racket and looked up at the two Japanese players separated by a net.
“…”
Onijushirou and Tezuka Kunimitsu exchanged a glance, and both of them were silent.
“Did you do something…?”
All of a sudden, the overwhelming memories of bomb balls, inhuman creatures, and chess moves that could have resulted in death on the spot flooded back into my mind.
Oni Jujiro had a stern face, and his already serious and terrifying expression, which could stop a child from crying at night, became even more serious and terrifying.
Tezuka Kunimitsu adjusted the frame of his glasses and did not answer directly, but looked deeply at the members of the German team.
Before that, the man who invited him, the captain of the German team, whose presence was so strong that it was hard to ignore,
Jurgen Barisavich Volk,
Just one step away, the camp he represented in the area where he stood on the field would be completely changed.
The Japanese team's two consecutive victories undoubtedly caught all the spectators who were shouting "Germany" by surprise.
In other words, even the German team themselves had never thought of this possibility.
Even though it was just an exhibition match, the German team, as the champions of the previous tournament, would not let it go easily after being slapped in the face like this.
"...Oh no, they've angered the reigning champions, Germany..."
"In other words, Volker... might make an appearance?"
"...That shouldn't be possible. After all, it's just an exhibition match..."
The audience speculated in a mix of languages.
In the second round, the two players returned to their respective waiting areas.
In the German team area, Q.P took a deep breath and looked at Volker. The person he was looking at did not speak.
The only difference is that the action changes from the arm-crossing posture to picking up the racket.
Q.P paused, knowing that this was the time for Volker to make his real appearance.
"At the exhibition match... huh?"
Q·P has mixed emotions.
The emotions were even more complicated for the Japanese team on the other side of the field.
The Japanese team's waiting area,
No one was surprised at the victory of the pairing of Onijūjiro and Tezuka Kunimitsu.
After all, everyone has thoroughly experienced the devilish training and torture. Although they don't know each other's strengths inside and out, they still have a rough idea of the basic level.
In a completely explosive situation - this level of competition cannot even be achieved, it is simply a shame to the U-17 training camp base's bomb balls that kill everyone and the underground mines that constantly refresh and turn into non-human creatures for experience points.
"Hmph...it's just barely passable. If it were me, I would definitely win more easily!"
"So I want to go too! When will it be my turn~~"
The atmosphere among junior high school students is harmonious and warm, but the atmosphere among high school students is much simpler.
"You're back, ghost."
"Um,"
Facing Irie Kanata's smiling gaze, Onijujiro turned his head while holding the racket and looked at all the eyes and the focus of attention.
Sitting silently, only his gaze paused in mid-air, his dark and empty eyes staring straight at the figure approaching.
"So, have you decided on the next contestant?"
As soon as these words came out, several people turned their attention and turned around.
Two consecutive victories against the reigning champion German team completely ignited the fire of eagerness in everyone's hearts.
Even though it was just an exhibition match and the opponent didn't even send out their main players,
However, no one does not want to show their talents on such a big world stage.
This is hard-earned, there will never be another chance!
Suddenly, the whole venue was in commotion.
The confused Japanese team looked over at the sound.
A figure suddenly walked into the waiting area of the German team!
It is magnificent and oppressive, with a towering and tall figure. As soon as it appears, it immediately becomes the center of everyone's attention!
Looking closely, it was Jürgen Barisavich Volker holding a tennis racket! !
In an instant, the entire audience was shouting his name and what it represented - 'Germany!'
“They’ve appeared—they’ve really appeared!! The reigning German team has sent out their leader—Volker!!”
"Even Volker actually played in the exhibition match—did the Japanese team really push the German team to this extent!?"
The audience was discussing heatedly.
"It's over, Japan's round, let's go back, Camus!"
Outside the spectator stands, groups of two or three gathered together, including Leopold Camus and other French players wearing the U-17 French national team uniforms.
"Although Volker played last, it was still a pleasant surprise. The current strength of the Japanese team is... quite interesting."
Leopold Camus pointed his finger at his chin and remained silent for a moment.
He lowered his cobalt blue eyes and watched Jurgen Barisavich Volk as he entered the arena.
The two consecutive victories of the Japanese team against the German team have completely established the victory of the Japanese team in the exhibition match.
Now Volker’s appearance...suppression?
Or let the Japanese team, which is about to expand, realize what it means that there are always people better than you.
Completely crushing them at their peak, dealing an endless blow to their ambitions and beliefs...
"No, I think... I can stay and take a look."
Leopold Camus smiled and spoke, meeting the slightly puzzled gazes of his French teammates, and said calmly,
"Hmm... If I must say, I have a feeling that some interesting scenes will appear."
"...Interesting picture?"
"Hmm," Leopold Camus said, and his eyes slowly fell on the center of the Japanese team's waiting area.
"So, let's wait and see for now."
“…”
Ignore the pop-up window that suddenly pops up: "NPC Leopold Camus is following you."
Players are still making permutations and combinations.
[Germany's third-round players confirmed: Jurgen Barisavich Volk / A. Frankensteiner]
[Japan team's third-game player selection: ________/________]
As usual, I clicked on the details and saw that the player who was used to the opponent throwing out SR and SSR combinations casually looked up.
"Swish——" Suddenly, golden light appeared, and it was not just golden light, but colorful light!
The unparalleled card loading and entry actions all indicate what is appearing before our eyes——
It’s a UR legend!!
【UR-Jurgen Barisavich Volker】
as well as,
SSR-A Frankensteiner
A rare UR+SSR combination - in this round, the opposing German team finally used their trump card!
"There appeared... Jurgen Barisavich Volker, [the philosopher of victory],"
"I actually couldn't hold back and went on stage... because of the two losses, haha."
"Even so, it is undeniable that he is a man who truly changed world tennis."
"so……"
"Here comes the point—"
"let me--!"
“Let me play!!”
"I want to go too!"
“——I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!!”
The constant application, competition and emphasis all showed the people's eagerness to compete with the man who "changed the world of tennis".
But, they knew very clearly,
The choice is never in their hands.
The choice, from beginning to end, is in the hands of Kei Yagi.
The sound of fingers plucking the strings of a tennis racket,
It was a very subtle, yet subtle rustling sound, which became quiet the moment I became aware of it, and suddenly became very clear.
Everyone seemed to notice something, and turned around to look while scrambling for it—
The person who was stroking the strings with his fingers was the one who sat there and did not respond at all except for arranging the players to play.
A strong intuition surged up and swept through my heart.
'It's finally time.'
“It’s about to appear…”
"Is now the time...?"
"I can't help it anymore."
The moment the junior high school students realized this, they knew they had lost the right to play in this round.
"...What a willful fellow! Who on earth has made him into such a hateful person?"
Atobe did not conceal his voice,
“It’s so irresponsible!”
Some unknown guardians of Rikkai University were shot in the back.
The junior high school students lost their right to play, which meant the safety of the high school students.
The only spot to appear,
Echizen Ryuga, who had already appeared in the previous two games, smacked his lips, while Oni Jujiro didn't have any extra thoughts.
But his gaze shifted and landed on the Phoenix of Byodoin Temple.
If you play against the leader of the champion German team, Jurgen Barisavich Volker,
Even if it is Yagi, but for a safer and more stable situation,
The existence of Byodoin may be even more indispensable—
"——Please let me play!"
The sudden sound interrupted Kijujiro's contemplation—it was Tokugawa Kazuya who took a big step forward!
Taking a step forward, Tokugawa Kazuya's voice undoubtedly broke the silence and stagnation, bringing everything to light.
No one has ever dared to speak out about their ambitions in front of Jibaimao, let alone express them directly.
For a moment, everyone's eyes kept turning to Tokugawa Kazuya and the black-haired figure, and they secretly wondered what would happen to Tokugawa.
The consequences of offending authority... being ostracized, oppressed, exiled,
Or just ignore it...it's possible.
After all, it was that inhuman head coach...
Yagi Kei didn't say anything. Tokugawa Kazuya eagerly waited for the answer, the racket clenched tightly in his palm, almost leaving deep marks.
The others watched in silence.
Onijushirou and Irie Kanata exchanged a glance. As the common trainers of Tokugawa, they would still protect him when necessary.
"Well, head coach, Tokugawa was just too eager. He didn't mean to disobey, right?"
"Just choose the players according to your ideas, and ignore this Tokugawa kid."
Tokugawa Kazuya slowly opened his eyes and wanted to say something, but Onijujiro and Irie Kanata were quick to cover his mouth and drag him away.
——Just kidding, it’s a great fortune that I didn’t get blown to death for disobeying the chicken and breaking the cat once.
If it happens again, your life or death will be in danger!
Tokugawa Kazuya was struggling, Oni Jujiro and Irie Kanata were forcing it down, and the others were watching in silence.
A subtle and eerie atmosphere.
The voice of the black-haired boy tore through the surface of false calm.
He said, "Oh,"
He said, "Okay."
“…”
“…”
“……?”
Looking at the selection bar actively popping up, the [SSR Tokugawa Kazuya] card jumped directly into the player's hand,
Players can rest assured.
There are such proactive NPCs that players don't have to search for them one by one.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter to the players which NPC is online - the players have already prepared for 1V3!
On the court, except for the players, everyone is the enemy!
[Germany's third-round players confirmed: Jurgen Barisavich Volk / A. Frankensteiner]
Japan's third-game players confirmed: Kazuya Tokugawa/Kei Yagi
[Entering combat mode... LOADING...]
The familiar battle page switches - but this time it's a team doubles battle!
Since the announcement that 'real players must play doubles', players haven't formed a team to fight with NPCs for a long time.
After all, while you are fighting against the opposing double boss, you must also be careful not to kill your own teammates suddenly.
Even for players, it is an extremely difficult challenge.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, Niou Masaharu and Kirihara Akaya felt a chill on their backs, as if some bad memories came to mind at the same time.
"Hey... Is it really okay to let Tokugawa-senpai go up and play doubles with Kei?" Kirihara Akari couldn't help but feel a little timid.
“…”
"It should be fine, right..."
After a pause, Niou Masaharu said, "After all, no matter what happens, I won't die."
Others murmured: "Will he not die..."
Have the requirements now dropped so low?
But it seems that from the beginning to the end, life and death have been the edge on which the U-17 team has been lingering.
——This is the only thing that can be guaranteed by teaming up with Jibaimao.
According to the personal stories and experiences of Niou Masaharu and Kirihara Akaya, playing doubles with younger players and even the most incompetent players, and not being attacked as a teammate is a great fortune.
Don't ask for more than just saving your life.
"Next up is the third match of the U-17 friendly between Germany and Japan!"
Y.V. Volk and A. Frankensteiner (Germany) vs. Kazuya Tokugawa and Kei Yagi (Japan)
"Germany serves first—!"
This time, it was still the German team that got the serve first!
The whole stadium was closely watching this match, not only the German and Japanese teams' waiting areas, but also the audience seats and players from other countries.
Tokugawa Kazuya was extremely nervous and did not dare to relax at all. After all, his opponent was Volker, the leader of the champion German team.
And his teammates are even more unruly and unyielding!
"Volker serves—!"
Jurgen Barisavich Volker holds a racket, throws the ball, swings the racket, jumps and attacks, facing the gazes of all the spectators, opponents, or anyone else present!
The movements are clean, concise and highly efficient.
At first glance - it's simply the best objective template for serving!
"--null!"
The speed of this ball was like lightning, carrying with it an unparalleled force, so fast that it was difficult to react—
He ran straight towards Tokugawa Kazuya on the other side of the net!
"—How fast!" People in the audience kept exclaiming, "Is this the strength of professional player Jurgen Barisavich Volker?!"
It's really fast,
If Tokugawa Kazuya, who had not undergone the devilish training and the life-and-death torture of the exploding balls, wanted to intercept this ball, he would definitely have to use [Shura Shinto·Black Hole]!
But now - it's completely different, Tokugawa Kazuya is no longer the Tokugawa Kazuya of the past!
He is now revenge, back from hell - Tokugawa Kazuya PLUS!
It’s just this one shot—I can totally resist it head-on!
He took a step forward, and with lightning speed, Tokugawa Kazuya, holding the racket, suddenly recovered his consciousness and turned around.
He just head-on hit the ball back right under Volker's gaze!
The ball hit the racket string, making a brief sharp friction, but there was no stalemate at all. Almost at the moment of counterattack, Tokugawa Kazuya was already prepared.
So this goal is completely earth-shattering!
In just one encounter, he fought back with just an ordinary move—!
All of a sudden the whole audience exclaimed,
The first ball of the highly anticipated professional player, Volker, the leader of the reigning German team, was returned in a rather ordinary way.
Even the guy who hit the ball back, Tokugawa Kazuya, after feeling the feel of the next shot, silently lowered his head to look at the racket, then silently raised his head to look at Walker on the other side of the net.
Slowly, he turned his head and looked at the black-haired figure who had not moved or even changed his pace.
"It seems... not as heavy as yours."
When Tokugawa Kazuya said this, everyone was shocked.
Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the object of his words, "Not as heavy as yours"—
The black-haired figure didn't say a word the entire time, and his presence was so low that he was almost ignored.
The player was still observing the status bar and health bar of the UR German bald man who had entered the battle state on the opposite side.
I thought the upgraded super vernier caliper of the special NPC with the maximum stats was already abnormal, but unexpectedly, UR Bald's health bar——
The kind that can literally circle a tennis court and even poke an arrow in the player's face!
Look at the pair of BUFFs in the status bar again - wow, the last time I saw them was on those two URs, no, there are even more than those two URs combined!
'Control Immunity', 'Negative Debuff Immunity', 'Spirit Boost', 'Physical Strength Boost', 'Speed Boost', 'Perception Boost'...
All five stats weren't just maxed out; they were practically overloaded, gleaming with gold. The entire NPC panel was practically covered in capital letters: "Golden Legend!"
The player silently looked at UR card German bald,
Could it be that... this is the real version of the answer?
——The ball that Tokugawa Kazuya hit back failed to successfully break through the defense and score, and was intercepted by Walker who arrived in one step and hit it back again!
This time, as everyone witnessed, Volker's target of attack had completely shifted—
It is no longer Tokugawa Kazuya, but the object of comparison since Tokugawa Kazuya said "Not as heavy as you" - Yagi Kei!
Volker's shot was obviously a bit strong. Compared with the previous serve, the lines of his arm were slightly tense when he returned the ball.
"You seem unconcerned...but you're still affected."
The Phoenix of Byodoin narrowed his eyes slightly, and a thought flashed through his mind.
And the situation on the field is also going smoothly!
Volker's ball aimed directly at the dark-haired figure on the other side of the net. The ball's speed increased again, and its attack power almost condensed into a visible solid airflow, spinning and flying straight towards the target.
At first glance - it's so straightforward and simple that it's a bit scary!
“——Here it comes!”
Many people are watching this ball, or waiting for this ball.
The U-17 Japanese team, the U-17 German team, and other U-17 national team members distributed in various areas of the stadium's audience seats,
Kei Yagi, and Jurgen Barisavich Volk,
A real shot in the match,
From one step,
Only one step,
The black-haired figure faced the ball of body that was coming straight at him.
The dark eyeballs in the pupils rolled slightly.
Hold the racket, lift it up, return the hit, hit it,
“Ss ...
The sharp roar was like an overwhelming tide, and the countless friction sounds came one after another, causing a faint tearing pain in the eardrums.
The audience couldn't help but cover their ears, but the scene before them was simply impossible to ignore.
One ball, across the field.
—Station, rushing past Jurgen Barisavich Volk,
“15:0!”
A sharp whistle blew, the verdict was pronounced,
In full view of the public,
The Japanese team snatched this bloody point from the German team that sent out Volker!
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