Chapter 183: Players begin doubles battle against Walker! ...
Q·P discovered the truth about the world,
The fact that Jurgen Barisavich Volker's special move, 'Baptism of Whirlpool', was taken away by Kei Yagi, a player of the U-17 Japanese national team.
The moment I realized it, I was shocked beyond compare, my pupils were shaking.
"——What kind of ability is this?!"
"The skill I forcibly stripped away even worked on Walker..."
Q.P's pupils trembled, and doubts kept welling up in his heart.
The venom wrapped around his heart and brain. He couldn't even tell the German team members around him about this horrific fact.
That's Jurgen Barisavich Volker, a professional footballer and leader of the German U-17 national team.
No matter how well prepared you are mentally, the moment you realize that Volcker is not invulnerable,
Jurgen Barisavich Volker, known as the 'myth', is no longer unbeatable.
The opponent is just an unknown junior high school boy.
Q·P's expression became increasingly difficult to describe.
Maybe someone noticed him, maybe no one noticed him, but in any case, the focus is no longer on him.
Whether it was the audience, the Japanese team members, or the German team members next to them, their attention was completely drawn to the ongoing game on the field.
Dark Horse,
It is being performed brilliantly in front of everyone!
Volker relied on his own strength to withstand the 'Baptism of Whirlpool' from the black-haired figure opposite him. This was contrary to the common belief that even a copy could not bring out the original power of this move.
The boy named 'Yagi Kei' demonstrated before their eyes what it means to surpass the master!
The special move created by Jurgen Barisavich Volker - 'Baptism of Whirlpool' is gradually becoming an 'attack ball that cannot be returned even if seen through'!
Tokugawa Kazuya and Frankensteiner were completely abandoned on both sides.
The stadium has completely become the home ground of Yagi Kei and Walker.
The attack, rotation, and friction of 'Whirlpool Baptism' rapidly climbed and climbed!
Volker's expression was calm, but he was making accurate judgments in his heart.
Every return shot will multiply the power, speed, and rotation of the 'whirlpool baptism'.
——You came just in time!
He also wanted to know where Yagi Kei's true strength lies!
It is no longer an ordinary afterimage, the speed of sound is born from their shots,
Storms, sparks, tornadoes, smoke, invisible swings, due to excessive speed,
The two seemed to be standing still, but when they looked closely with their electronic eyes, they could see that they were actually several afterimages fused together.
Fast, too fast, so fast that the naked eye can't react——
Only the other party can sense the action through the net.
The more you fight, the more excited you become. Even the arc of your movements expands, and your physical energy consumption soars.
Walker—the aura that emanated from his body was like overflowing water, a lake, a pond—the sea!
He no longer hides, he reveals himself completely!
It was not the first time for some of the crowd to see Jurgen Barisavich Volker show his true strength.
But this was the first time he was forced to show his true strength by a junior high school kid.
——Not even having the upper hand!
"Walker...why doesn't he use 'Baptism of Whirlpool' and other special moves anymore?"
The audience was not stupid. Even the members of the German team gradually realized this and looked at each other with doubts.
As a world-renowned superstar, Jurgen Barisavich Volker's every move is watched by countless eyes.
So much so that now any unusual place will be picked out and magnified,
"Yeah, yeah. So, what's even more strange is the guy from the Japanese team on the other side of the net... His name is Yagi, right?"
"He seems to be using Volk's ultimate move, 'Baptism of the Whirlpool' all the time."
“…”
"Could that guy be a huge fan of Volker?"
"...Although it sounds a bit ridiculous, it doesn't seem impossible..."
If the Jibaimao fan club and the fan club heard it, especially if someone with curly hair and kelp head heard it,
I absolutely have to shout, "Absurdity! Absolutely ridiculous! I'm going to report this to the central government!"
But now, even if players hear it, they don't care at all.
After all, the only thing left in the player’s mind at this moment is - one hundred and eight ways to kill the bald BOSS in the two-player dungeon!
It's really scratch-resistant. It's really scratch-resistant.
Even players have to admit that the health bar of the bald boss is as long as a vernier caliper.
The player scraped it for a long time, but the vernier caliper was still the same.
Although it seems to have gone down a bit, but when you compare the total length vertically——
The revolution has not yet succeeded, players still need to work hard!
——Stand up!
Open A!
Suddenly, although there was no clear change, I still felt it.
Walker's eyelids twitched. With his strength, the slightest change in the opponent could affect the direction of the game.
He endured it for a moment, suppressed his emotions and looked sideways——
The sight was fixed, and across the net, the black-haired figure took out a tennis ball from his pocket.
He serves again.
But this time, the opening move was not Volker's signature move, 'Baptism of the Whirlpool'.
It was not the strange ghost shot that almost traveled through space.
A serving form I've never seen before.
He gripped the ball, squeezed it lightly, and then threw it out. The racket turned quickly, gripped it tightly, and went straight to meet it—!
Yagi Kei's deep, dark eyes reflected the ball—and the ball as it left the racket and flew straight toward him—
Jurgen's direction.
—Is that a cannonball?
No, it is clearly stipulated that only tennis balls that meet the standards can be used on the court.
So this was definitely just an ordinary tennis ball...
No, it was a tennis ball that flew as fast as lightning. No, it was more than just lightning. This level... was completely close to a meteorite falling from the sky and bombarding the entire court! !
The yellow ball is only in the center, but it is surrounded by an incomparable air pressure and condensation, layer upon layer, surrounding it in the center.
The friction was excessive, sparks flew everywhere, and the scattered sparks completely connected into a line, turning the entire powerful blow into a collision of flames.
Not only the impacting sphere itself, but also the environment began to be affected by it - the air fluctuated, trembled, and produced tremor ripples.
The colorless, soundless, and invisible space was filled with large amounts of red, like a terrifying scene before the end of the world.
This time - it's really like a meteorite hitting the earth!
The horrible friction whistling sound was not worth mentioning in comparison, reflected in Jurgen Barisavich Volk's eyes.
It was the overwhelming blast that was coming at them, getting closer, more and more vast, and becoming increasingly difficult to escape—the endless shockwave of the explosion!!
“Th-That’s——”
"That's right - definitely that one!!"
Amidst the numerous sounds of fear and panic, the sudden surge of joy was particularly striking.
Kirihara Akaya and Toyama Kintaro exchanged a glance, then quickly and clearly announced:
"——'Thomas's 365-degree spin, bare-handed 100% chance of catching the blade, the scheming frog, and then touching your belly, the invincible universe explosion attack' ball!!"
“——!”
It was too late to be shocked by this extraordinary naming method that was ahead of the times.
The first thing that came to my mind was a reflexive fear for my life!
Although this ball seemed to be heading straight for Walker, no matter how you think about it——
This scope, this destruction, and this influence definitely indicate an intention to wipe out everyone else!
Everyone was terrified and panicked, even the U-17 Japanese team members had become very skilled and were evacuating the surrounding spectators while taking emergency shelters.
Those who were looking for cover were looking for cover, those who were crawling on the ground were crawling on the ground, even Tokugawa Kazuya, who was on the same side of the field, turned around and ran away.
Without hesitation, Frankensteiner, who was separated by a net, was stunned.
Among all the figures running or escaping, there is only one who does not retreat, avoid or give in.
Jurgen Barisavich Volk!
He tightened his grip on the racket, opened his eyes and faced the explosion head on.
Without even taking a breath, he took a step forward and went straight to face him—
He was fearless and brave, and he rushed forward courageously. Anyone who saw him would sigh, "How reckless... Really so reckless."
"...You don't even want to live anymore, Volker..."
"I respect him as a real man!!"
"——Don't toast yet, just survive first!!"
Amidst the chaotic and complex whistling sounds, Walker, standing at the meteorite impact point, at the center of the storm, resolutely grasped the racket with both hands.
Facing the fierce attack before him, he could no longer underestimate it or let his guard down. Now, only by truly fighting back could he prove his true strength.
He gripped the racket with both hands and swung it fiercely towards the impacting meteorite falling from the sky——!
“Kachakakachakakachaka-!!”
“Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack—!!”
“BOOM ...
The sound of friction with inflected pitch rises and falls, the scale jumps and shakes, landing in any place that is tense and completely unexpected in the brain.
The friction sound is still getting worse and worse.
Many spectators, staff, reporters, and team members vaguely sensed that the crisis seemed to have been intercepted.
Quietly and tentatively, he stuck his head out and looked towards the center court.
The moment he saw the scene clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank!
Nothing else——
It was because Walker, along with his entire body, had sunk several meters into the pit on the ground! !
The excessive friction from the ball directly impacted the racket, causing it to stretch to the point of breaking. This affected not only the racket, but also everything around Walker, who intercepted the ball.
The fabric of the U-17 German national team's uniform, ripped by the hurricane, had already turned to shreds, leaving bloody marks on Volker's cheeks, arms, and chest.
Even the court surface underfoot has been unevenly impacted and rubbed by the hurricane, and the concrete has been aged and weathered.
In the blink of an eye, a miracle that is difficult to achieve with human power was achieved!
"Squeak, s ...
The teeth-grinding sound resurfaced, not being noticeable amidst the chaotic and incessant noises, but its presence remained constant.
The audience had no clear perception, and the one who felt it most clearly was the stalemate Walker.
He realized that the worst was about to happen, and tried to hit back this impossible goal before it happened.
Two-handed grip to initiate confrontation——
“Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-la-la-la-la-!!!”
"Ka-ka-ka-ka!"
At the moment of collapse, the metal fragments were quickly swallowed by the hurricane and turned into annihilation powder.
Slowly lower your head,
Everyone looked in the direction of Walker's movements.
His hands were empty, with only the handle of the racket left in his hands!
The next second,
A terrifying sound like a sudden thunder pierced through the earlobes.
The chair, the body, the ground beneath my feet, the whole world in front of me was spinning.
Suddenly it went dark!
"Bang la la la la la la——!!"
There was a deafening roar, and as consciousness slowly returned, I didn't know how long it took before I calmed down and looked around.
The U-17 warm-up exhibition match, the German team's half of the field,
Most of it has collapsed!!
“…”
“…”
Speechless, totally speechless,
No matter how many words come to my lips, they will only turn into meaningless syllables.
“This…this…”
Frankensteiner struggled to climb out of the ruins. Thanks to his quick eyes and hands, he was not sucked into the center of the vortex. But even so, he was still in a mess.
It was just much better than Volker who faced the ball head-on...
Wait, Walker!!
Frankensteiner and the U-17 German team members hurriedly turned their heads to look—
In the center of the chaos, the central stratum collapsed several meters downwards.
Dust was flying, and the aftermath of the hurricane was still lingering, cutting like a knife and pushing away anyone who wanted to get close.
Frankensteiner struggled hard, limping and struggling inside.
In the pit that was barely big enough for one person, Walker was found in a state of extreme embarrassment.
“Beep!”
The game was suspended and the exhibition match was interrupted. The staff quickly entered the field and pulled Walker out of the hole.
I couldn't see clearly when I fell into the ground, and it was even more terrifying after I pulled myself out.
There were bloodstains all over his body. Upon inspection, almost all of them were caused by excessive rotation and friction.
Even the last half of the racket handle that Walker was holding tightly in his hand was completely broken.
The information was leaked out one by one. Everyone who witnessed this scene could not control their eyes and slowly turned to the figure standing on the other side of the net opposite Volker.
The star Jurgen Barisavich Volker, who is the center of everyone's attention, is as calm and at ease as he is in a state of panic.
Standing there, completely unaffected,
Sensing the focused gazes coming at him, he merely tilted his head slightly, his dark eyeballs rolling before looking upwards.
Hollow, dark, dead, and nothingness.
“…”
No one made a sound,
Pure strength will attract awe,
But once you cross a certain threshold, all that comes is endless fear.
Fear is spreading because of Yagi Kei.
Even at the U17 training camp, the Japanese team members, who were familiar with the inhumanity of the cat-breaking incident, were unable to recover for a long time.
I don't know when, I don't know where,
Damn it... No, Yagi Kei, has he actually reached this point...
I only know that there is a gap between me and the other party, and it is difficult to catch up, so I can only look up to them.
But it lies there, never having a clear perception,
Until today, until now,
This level, this level of strength, even if you say "Is this really a level that humans can achieve?"
But now, these words, spoken in a joking and somewhat exaggerated tone,
Finally, it really fell and landed on the ground.
This ball is definitely not something a human can hit.
No one present here can reach this level.
No one can launch such an attack.
Endless silence spread, and dead silence became the main theme.
Looking at the only sparse figure standing there, all I felt was fear.
A ball that shocked the world,
They even targeted the highly anticipated professional player, Jurgen Barisavich Volker.
Anyone else would definitely think it's a fantasy.
But, he did it,
Kei Yagi,
Accomplished this almost impossible fact.
After a temporary solution, Jurgen Barisavich Volk stood up again.
The game wasn't over yet, and he had no intention of letting it end.
All of a sudden, the audience looked at him as if he were a lone hero.
Facing such an inhuman being...
Subtly and subtly, changing cognition bit by bit,
One thing leads to another - until now,
Yagi Kei replaced the strong position of 'Walker' in everyone's heart.
Turn Volcker into a disadvantaged challenger in one fell swoop!
"...a scary guy,"
Q·P saw it clearly, and he was not the only one who saw it clearly.
There were also members of other U-17 teams from other countries who had already sensed the movement from afar and came to the venue where the Japanese team played against the German team.
"Lord Zeus...that is..."
"Reinhardt...this year, things are going to change,"
"Gorgias, that boy..."
"Interesting guy, what do you think... Amadeus?"
At this moment, the world's attention is completely focused and concentrated on him.
There is no need to doubt it anymore, just this one battle——
Kei Yagi completely announced his arrival to the world.
"Senior Jurgen..."
A. Frankensteiner was the first person besides Volker to feel the pressure coming from the black-haired figure.
From the initial indifference, to the gradual recognition and solemnity, to the insurmountable gap and only fear left,
Frankensteiner's fighting spirit had completely disappeared. He was only thinking about retreating and could no longer pick up the tennis racket.
"Go on, Frankensteiner."
In sharp contrast, Volcker
"The opportunity to come into direct contact with fear is extremely rare and not everyone has it,"
Volker said in a deep voice. He had already changed his racket, swung it twice and returned to the court.
Although the temporary bandage had stopped the bleeding, the wounds were still numerous and densely packed, and the whole person looked extremely miserable.
But he was like a burning fire,
"So—now, you must confront it head-on."
Reversal of status,
Just this one ball.
Now comes the challenger Jurgen Barisavich Volker.
And the challenger——Kei Yagi!
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The overwhelming darkness,
The spreading black,
And the inescapable darkness.
"——The game is over!"
“—6:2!”
"U-17 Germany vs. U-17 Japan, Japan wins!"
“…”
“…”
Dead silence, utterly dead silence.
Apart from the sharp whistle that resounded throughout the stadium, there was only the fluctuating breathing that was difficult to suppress.
There have been speculations and predictions since the middle of the game, but it has not actually happened yet.
But... no one can really press it.
The dark-haired figure standing on the other side of the net, looking effortless,
Just like that,
Win.
A junior high school student, in a doubles match,
Single-handedly defeated the professional players' front line on the spot.
"What just happened?"
"I don't know...did anything just happen?"
“…”
"It seems like it got dark all of a sudden?"
After a long time, some inexplicable voices were heard from the audience, whispering and cautiously.
The expressions of the two teams in the waiting area were even more grim, and the German team looked even uglier.
It wasn't the sky that was 'dark', it was the entire stadium... that was swallowed up and disappeared in an instant!
Volker and Frankensteiner disappeared without a trace.
But the audience other than them did not notice anything unusual at all, and just thought it was dark.
When Volker and Frankensteiner reappear,
Volker was already kneeling on one knee, while Frankensteiner on the other side had completely lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.
The German team's U-17 open exhibition match this time was a complete defeat!
Their expressions were not good. They gathered and helped Walker up, and then helped the unconscious Frankensteiner up.
Then he turned his attention to the two figures, one tall and one short, walking back to the waiting area holding their rackets.
This year's Japanese team...will definitely become their toughest enemy!
Suddenly, there was a commotion and uproar,
Trying to keep his composure, Q.P, who was analyzing the clues rationally, turned around and looked.
It was discovered that A. Frankensteiner, who had fallen into a coma, seemed to have woken up.
He stepped forward, lowered his head and was about to ask what happened when they disappeared.
But the moment he lowered his eyes and met Frankenstein's, he was overwhelmed by boundless fear.
It's so real, almost immersive, so solid that it overflows, and everything is piled on the face, showing in every body movement.
A. Frankensteiner completely lost the will to fight.
Not only that,
"Tennis ball...my tennis ball..."
Q.P heard the unknown syllables muttered by him, and once again, a bad premonition crept into his heart.
He could hardly hold back and put his ear close to try to catch it more clearly.
As a result, he finally came into contact with the terror that came from that pure black, unknown existence—
“I, I… I aa ...
"My tennis ball, tennis ball, it's gone. I can't see my hand. I can't feel the tennis ball anymore—Aaaaaah!!!"
The extremely shrill scream,
And the racket that crashed from Frankensteiner's twisted hands,
——A. Frankensteiner, the highly anticipated rising star in German tennis,
Because of its superb ball control skills without any deviation, it is known as the "tennis robot".
Now,
Even the physical memory of holding the racket has completely disappeared.
Blank, as if he had never touched tennis before.
Q.P's heart skipped a beat, and alarm bells rang in his head.
No time to react, no time to think, completely relying on instinct,
Intuition and instinct prompted him to follow the last thought and suddenly turned his head and looked up -
The end of sight,
Black eyeballs,
Weird, eerie, unblinking,
Looking at him this way,
Look, look, look, look—look, look, look, look, look—
look,
Look at him.
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