Chapter 185: Players lead U17 vs. Xi...
"—Bring victory back to Greece."
[Ding!]
[The new main quest, the World Tennis Youth Tournament melee, has officially begun!]
A system pop-up window popped up in front of him, and the player glanced at it and clicked.
The battle page is loading.
In this round, the player's hand is [SSR·Ochi Moonlight] and [SSR·Kirhara Akaya],
Looking at the cards played by the opponent, [SSR Taranta Hercules] and [SSR Papadopoulos Evangelos],
Although they are all SSR-level cards, judging from the five-dimensional values on the character's details page——
The player's value is higher, and it can even be said to be a crushing victory.
The winning rate given by the system is fluctuating, and players turn their attention to the battle scene.
He rushed directly onto the court with a "swish", without the slightest hesitation, his heart and eyes filled with the pain of being entangled by the juice if he ran a little slower.
Even the most disgusting and toxic fan, the generally recognized pink-headed kelp head, could not withstand the huge pressure of the juice.
The members of the U-17 Greek team on the opposite side,
Taranta Hercules and Papadopoulos Evangelos looked at the hurried and panting figures of Ochi Gekko and Kirihara Akaya.
They looked at each other, a little confused, but at the moment - the competition was more important!
As the contestants from both sides entered the arena, the audience seats suddenly became boiling!
"—for the victory of Greece,"
Taranta Hercules and Papadopoulos Evangelos said solemnly,
Kirihara Akaya hesitated, glanced at his teammate, Ochi Gekkou, who didn't react, and then spoke loudly,
"—For Kei's victory!"
“—Let’s begin the decisive battle!!”
Holding a racket, standing on the court of the first match of Group B of the U-17 World Cup,
This is not the first appearance for Ochi Moonlight.
But for Kirihara Akaya, this was the first time he stood on such a big stage.
You should be nervous, tense, stressed, or have trouble holding the racket, play unbalanced, and have a series of negative reactions, etc.
But no.
Not at all.
At the moment when I felt those emotions, the closest, completely black figure was in the foreground.
Being watched, he is being watched now,
He is currently being coached by his junior, the head coach of the U-17 Japanese national team.
Yagi Kei, look at it.
——If I'm being watched, I can definitely defeat any enemy I encounter!
No matter whether he is Hercules or Evangelos, once you have taken the so-called name of a god, don’t dream that you can become a god!
"——The game begins, Japan serves!"
Yue Zhiyueguang holds the ball and hits the racket, his movements are swift and extremely fast.
The Greek team had already made a rough idea of the members of the U-17 Japanese team when the match list was released last night.
Yuezhi Yueguang was among them.
As a member of the last U-17 team that competed in the World Cup,
His special move has been broken down and analyzed.
[Mach's serve] - Almost supersonic, so be on guard against the ball coming out of his hands, like this one -
Taranta Hercules swung his racket and took a step back to meet him, giving himself time and space to react.
"That speed, a Mach Serve?... Actually using a special move right from the start, it's going to be quite stressful for them..."
Taranta Hercules thought deeply, his expression remained unchanged, but his movements were solid.
The ball that Ochi Gekko hit was indeed very fast, so fast that it almost left an afterimage, and it was almost impossible to catch it with the naked eye.
However - at this level, they can still compete with the Greek team!
Taranta Hercules swung his racket hard, and the strings touched the ball. The physical weight that was about to fall on the racket suddenly disappeared.
Taranta was stunned.
"—Be careful, Your Highness Hercules!"
Then came the voice of Papadopoulos Evangelos,
The audience on the sidelines took another look.
The sphere that touched the racket was just a shadow!
It was so fast that even if Taranta Hercules reacted, his body movements couldn't keep up!
“—Swish!”
“15:0!”
Score a goal,
Ochi Moonlight got off to a good start!
Kirihara Akaya clenched his fist and pulled the bow downwards, and instinctively went to look for the black-haired figure on the side of the field.
"Kyu—look—"
Jibaimao: Fishing, please don't cue.
Reflected in Kirihara Akaya's eyes, the black-haired boy silently took out a tennis racket and a small bucket, and started fishing as usual naturally and leisurely, facing the confused gazes of the audience and staff.
"Hey...what is that kid doing?"
"Holding the tennis racket, are you eager to play now?"
“It seems a bit similar, but also a bit different…”
"So why is there a little bucket in front of him, and what's that thing tied to the racket that's reflecting light?"
"...It seems to be a fishing line?"
“…”
"...Could it be that he is fishing?"
"Ahahaha, stop joking. How could someone possibly fish in a bucket? Hahaha—"
“Crash—”
Covering the sky and covering the earth, an electric eel suddenly emerged from the narrow and cramped bucket!
Even twisting her charming figure, even randomly attacking the lucky audience within the attack range,
——It was even releasing electricity generously with a crackling sound!
For a moment, I didn't know whether to watch Yue Zhiyueguang's score first, or to watch the black-haired mushroom-headed man next to him who was holding a racket and dropping electric eels from the bucket.
Oh...it should be a tennis match now, right?
It's not sea fishing... Can fishing from a bucket really be called sea fishing?
In short - this is definitely not a fishing tournament!
Half the audience's attention was diverted.
But the other half is still very focused on the game going on on the field.
After scoring a goal, Yue Zhiyue did not become complacent. Instead, he turned around and took out a ball from his pocket to pursue the victory.
The movements were extremely swift, giving no breathing space to the Greek team.
Start, serve, swing the racket, and hit——!
The fast shot hit by the right hand is so fast that it is difficult to react.
Even though she had already faced his serve once, Taranta Hercules of the Greek team still had some tricky responses.
"—Leave it to me, Your Majesty Hercules!"
The one who spoke was Papadoplov Evangelos!
He quickly stepped forward to support Tarantula Hercules,
However, the serve that seems too fast from a side view, when you actually face it from your own perspective - the impact is even more intense!
"——How could it be so fast?!"
The ball had left several afterimages in its original position, and it was almost impossible to tell which one was the real serve.
Relying on instinct, Papadoplov Evangelos swung the racket and hit it hard with one hand.
He was so happy that he spoke instinctively.
"Your Majesty Hercules—I struck—"
“——empty, empty, empty, empty!!”
The friction between the ball and the racket strings makes a terrifying noise.
Synchronous, unparalleled power flows along the strings straight to the handle and even directly to the arm.
Papadopoulos Evangelos even suspected that the nerves in his arm were paralyzed by the blow, and he couldn't even muster the strength to fight back!
“30:0!”
Both goals were scored successfully, and Ochi Yueguang's serve directly dealt a major blow to the Greek team.
Taranta Hercules pressed down Papadopoulos Evangelos's shoulder, raised his head, and looked at Yuezhi Yueguang on the other side of the net.
"Is this the power of the Mach Serve?"
“…”
“…”
“……?”
"Huh?"
Because Ochi Moonlight scored points with his serve throughout the match, Kirihara Akaya, who seemed to be holding his racket and looking a little idle, also expressed his doubts.
As soon as he spoke, Tarantula Hercules looked at him,
Even after seeing them several times, he still felt uncomfortable with the statue-like appearance of these Greeks. Kirihara Akaya scratched his face.
"Although, but... Ochi Gekko-senpai, you haven't started using the [Mach Serve] yet?"
“…”
Taranta Hercules and Papadopoulos Evangelos looked at each other.
What is this guy talking about?
Kirihara Akaya scratched his head and added, "Ahaha, you're overthinking it. So far, Ochi Gekko-senpai has only used ordinary serves!"
“——”
“——!”
'Ordinary serve,'
As soon as these words came out, not only did the two Greek players on the opposite side pause,
The audience who were closer were a little shocked.
If it was just an ordinary serve, then the irresistible speed and afterimage—
"Lord Zeus..."
Vulkan Arceus of the U-17 Greek national team spoke up.
The person he was talking to, a figure with blond hair and cobalt blue eyes, crossed his arms and looked out into the field silently.
"No, keep reading, Vulkan."
The fast serve that shocked the spectators and the Greek players was indeed just an 'ordinary serve' for both Ochi Gekko and Kirihara Akaya on the court.
After all, their serve speed was developed while surrounded by the army of alien creatures in the mine layer below.
If you are one step slower, one beat slower, you will lose not only the chance to win but also the chance to survive.
——That’s their lives!
"…'A normal serve'?"
Tarantula Hercules repeated,
Kirihara Akaya glanced at the two strange Greeks opposite him, and then at Ochi Tsukiko, whose side bangs covered half of his face and who remained silent.
The mind reading skill that I had mastered to the maximum level at Jibaimao came into play.
"——Of course, it's just a normal serve!"
He rubbed his cheek with his fingers. "--But, it seems that Ochi Gekko-senpai's 'Mach Serve' is highly anticipated. It should be here soon."
The black-haired girl smiled and said, "In that case, you better be careful."
The words fell,
The whistle blows and the game begins again.
It was still Yue Zhiyueguang's serve game——
But what was subtly different was the way he picked up the racket and held the ball, as well as his stance—
An indescribable, yet very definite aura spread out.
Brutal, murderous, oppressive,
A thin layer of fog condensed into frost, and the cold water vapor rolled down and dripped.
The yellow tennis ball that was swung up was like a silvery white moon reflected in the sky, curved and tilted, and the swing of the racket was like a silvery white moon reflected in the sky.
"Empty, empty, empty, empty!"
Reaction, no reaction, the moment the sound hits the eardrum,
My consciousness immediately cleared up, and I vaguely realized that I was on the court.
——Now it's time to catch the ball!
"Empty, empty, empty, empty—boom!"
“Beep!!”
“40:0!”
When the brain realizes that it needs to move forward quickly and swing the racket to hit the ball back,
The flying sphere captured by Ochi Moonlight was already taking action in that frame - it hit the ground heavily!
Taranta Hercules, Papadopoulos Evangelos' pupils turned back a beat slower,
They looked at the other side of the net where Yue Zhiyue had already scored.
Then he looked at the tennis ball casting a dark shadow at the baseline of his own court.
"Score... just like that, it was scored?"
One blow is not over, another blow comes.
【Mach serve】 is born again——
Although the Greek team members made preparations, they were obviously not prepared enough.
He was totally unable to face the ball head-on, let alone catch up with its speed, and couldn't even catch the tail of the ball!
“——1:0!”
U-17 World Cup Group B first match,
JAPAN VS HELLENCE REPUBLIC,
Ochi Gekko Kirihara Akaya - Wins the first game!
The U-17 Japanese team's attack was fierce and aggressive, making it difficult to fight back. The first set of service games alone brought unparalleled mental pressure.
The two members of the U-17 Greek team took a moment to process their emotions.
Service change - now it's the U-17 Greek team's turn.
Taranta Hercules serves!
"Your Majesty Hercules..."
"Trust him,"
Zeus Iliopoulos whispered, "His Majesty Hercules never hesitated to regain victory for Greece."
The man who looks like a Greek statue, although he is actually only in the third grade of junior high school, can be said to be a teenager.
But Tarantula Hercules lived up to his name of 'Hercules' and carried the victory of Greece on his shoulders.
The moment he grasped the yellow ball, his expression was completely serious and calm. Unparalleled great power was infused into him, causing his entire body to emit a divine radiance.
This radiance seemed to gradually condense into a solid entity, with a faint sense of oppression. Not only Ochi Gekko and Kirihara Akaya on the opposite side, but also the audience in the audience could feel it.
And the player who was concentrating on fishing suddenly saw a new pop-up window pop up in front of him.
[Ding!]
[SSR Taranta Hercules (Greece) uses the skill 'Olympian Silver Light'!]
--oh?
The opposing SSR has also started using skills?
The player who was concentrating on fishing barely paid enough attention to take a second look.
Then let the players see what NPCs of this level can use.
At the moment when Taranta Hercules, who was using the 'Olympia Silver Light', was about to swing his racket,
My heart suddenly skipped a beat.
It was as if I was being stared at by something far away and empty.
The gaze from above was cold and inanimate, with a hint of inhuman observation and scrutiny.
Carefully and closely scrutinized...
look,
look in,
Look,
…
"—Your Highness Hercules?"
Papadopoulos Evangelos' voice suddenly rang out, startling Taranta Hercules so much that he faltered and almost became deformed.
The moment he realized it, he immediately launched the last shot of [Olympia Silver Light]—
The racket was swung down, and the ball flew out like a beam of light, but a sharp pain came from his wrist, as if the tendons were dislocated after the previous blow.
Realizing that something was wrong with his hand, Taranta Hercules, who was enduring the pain, suddenly changed his expression and looked intently.
The direction in which the [Olympia Silver Light] flew was not what he was aiming for at all. It had already far exceeded the scope of the stadium and even flew directly towards the coaching area of the U-17 Japanese team!
"——This ball is out of control!!"
He almost shouted a warning, even though the two figures on the other side of the net were his opponents at the moment.
But once innocent people are harmed - it goes completely against his way of winning.
The player looked at the pop-up window in front of him and saw [Warning! Warning!]
[Due to ■■■'s gaze, NPC Taranta Hercules has been temporarily affected! ]
[Please hide, hide, hide... hide... hide...]
Not only did the player not hide, he even caught the fish with one hand and held the racket with the other, ready to go straight for it.
[Ding!]
The system message popped up again, but this time it was unexpected.
[——NPC Kirihara Akaya is using 'Support' on you!]
Swift as the wind, as fast as lightning,
A racket suddenly grew out like a branch.
No one is faster than him, no one can be faster than him,
Even before the Greek team member Taranta Hercules, who was on the other side of the net, realized who his uncontrolled shot was going to hit—
NPC Kirihara Akaya responded quickly.
The reason why he was able to be so fast was that his attention was never diverted from the black-haired mushroom-head sitting on the coaching chair!
"Ahh, seriously—if you can't control the ball, don't play."
The black hair gradually turned white, the healthy skin color gradually turned red, the white of the eyes expanded, the blood color overflowed, and the eyeballs condensed and sharpened.
An incomparable aura of terror suddenly erupted from him, and it hadn't even stopped yet—it was still rising higher and higher!
The pressures keep rising, and the pressures keep coming.
The man who was laughing arrogantly took a step forward and swung his arms with his backhand. His muscles were clearly defined and slightly knotted.
Even though he was smiling, the uncontrollable dissatisfaction in his tone was almost like a flood.
"——If an innocent person is hurt, will you be held responsible?!"
The racket hits the ball.
The extremely sharp friction sound exploded, and the racket string even pulled out a terrifying arc.
[Olympia Silver Light] is difficult to deal with, extremely tricky, and can even be said to be a killer move.
Heracles also leaped for the victory of Greece.
However, this attack was out of control and its power doubled.
But this is not a good thing -
Because it wasn't aimed at the U-17 Japanese team players on the other side of the net,
But in the coaching booth which was in a safe area and had almost nothing to do with the game——
Kei Yagi.
"You've turned into a demon, Akaya."
"……yes."
"That kid..."
"Now I can only lament that Greek guy. He lost control at some point and chose to play when Keina was there, and it happened to be Akaya's turn."
Niou Masaharu twisted the small braid on the side of his face and sighed helplessly. He shook his head and looked at the field again.
The ball that escapes control triggers anger on the spot, accumulating exponentially... double, quadruple, sixfold.
Feeding on the fluctuating emotions and anger, Kirihara Akaya's demonization level is constantly rising, and correspondingly, his overall level is also rising rapidly.
The [Olympia Silver Light] gradually took on the color of Kirihara Akaya during the confrontation. The brilliant silver light that originally belonged to Tarantula Hercules gradually became stained with dark black and scarlet blood.
That's right—the power hasn't decreased! Instead, it's increased!
An arrogant smile and overwhelming laughter swept over, and the sound of arms waving violently and the whistling sound of breaking through the air pierced through the eardrums.
Taranta Hercules and Papadopoulos Evangelos were more than just a little frightened.
The ball hit from Kirihara Akaya's hand——it was full of domineering destructive power!
"—Your Highness Hercules, I'm coming!"
Papadopoulos Evangelos spoke quickly. He had keenly noticed the faint twitching of Hercules' arm and the shaking of his wrist when he cast the Olympian Silver Light.
Now, Taranta Hercules' condition is in an absolutely negative state, and he has to buy him some time to catch his breath!
Papadopoulos Evangelos stepped forward with his racket in both hands. He knew the danger of the attack from [Olympia Silver Light].
——I have no intention of sacrificing myself!
He held the racket with both hands and returned the ball, taking a big step back to gather strength. The return ball, which was emitting a strange and ominous scarlet light, looked full of pressure.
It's not just an appearance, it's a real fight back.
The moment Papadopoulos Evangelos's racket touched the ball, an incomparable and enormous pressure descended upon him.
He was almost unable to breathe, his center of gravity kept shifting, and he even found it difficult to stand steadily.
In this situation, the returning racket comes into contact with the attacking ball, and the strings are stretched to the point where they almost completely break!
Horrible, so horrible——How could this guy be so horrible!!!
For the first time, Papadopoulos Evangelos realized that the strength of this group of Japanese guys was definitely different from before.
Even the strength of the junior high school members was beyond expectations.
He resisted to the utmost, using up all his strength.
But even so——I can't fight back at all,
The racket swing is stuck, or even frozen for a long time, and it is impossible to make any further progress, not even an inch.
"...Evangelos,"
In the waiting area of the U-17 Greek team, Hermes Kounellis watched the stalemate on the field and slowly spoke.
Vulcan Laerceu even looked directly at Zeus Iliopoulos,
But now all eyes are focused on the court.
One ball——
“Crack, crack, crack, crack—!”
Whistling and rubbing, struggling to resist until now - it's already the limit,
Evangelos took a deep breath, intending to use his last breath to forcefully hit the ball back. Even if he couldn't hit it back - at least he could hit it back -
“Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish—”
A strange sound suddenly came out, without any warning.
Then I looked down,
Evangelos suddenly discovered that the racket he was holding tightly in his hand had already broken apart from the very center of the receiving string!
From a little to a lot——until everything collapses!!
“——Kachakakakakakakaka!!”
The racket flew out directly and landed on the ground with a crackling sound.
I looked at the center of the racket and saw sparks coming out.
“Beep!”
“15:0!”
The referee blew the whistle and ruled the score.
Watching this scene, Taranta Hercules and Papadopoulos Evangelos looked at each other.
His sight shifted and landed on the black figure on the other side of the net.
The point of sight,
Kirihara Akaya, demonized,
Pale and scarlet colors intertwined, in the upturned corners of the eyes, the black pupils fixed on one point and suddenly rolled.
He paused above the Greek team player, the smile on his lips becoming deeper and more exaggerated.
"——I already told you, I will bring victory to Kei!"
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