newbobooks Chapter 645: The scabby baby doesn't bite people, but it makes people feel disgusted.
Chapter 645: The scabby baby doesn't bite people, but it makes people feel disgusted.
"Master level! It must be master level! This power definitely surpasses the level of top professional level!"
Goldsmith Franklin exclaimed in his heart, his voice full of disbelief.
He knew better than anyone that hitting the ball alone was a top-notch skill among professional-level players, but serving with a vertical smash was so difficult and demanding on physical fitness that even professional gymnasts would probably find it difficult to do it.
However, the boy in front of him, who was only a first-year junior high school student, could perform it so easily, which was beyond his understanding.
But now was not the time for Goldsmith Franklin to dwell on his shock; the tennis ball had locked onto him.
If he continued to stand there in a daze, the ball would have hit him directly in the chest.
"He really is merciless."
He muttered to himself with a wry smile.
At the same moment, Goldsmith Franklin's muscles tensed up and his veins bulged.
He gripped the middle of the racket with both hands, placed it in front of his chest, and mobilized all his strength.
The muscles in his legs were as hard as steel bars, and he pushed hard against the ground with his feet, trying to keep his body steady under the powerful impact.
Several power chains were running at the same time, and the whole person's momentum and breath burst out, like a beast ready to attack.
"boom!"
The flying tennis ball collided violently with the racket in his hand, and the huge impact force made Goldsmith Franklin's arm numb instantly.
The terrifying shock wave spread wildly in all directions with him as the center, and the speed of spread was constantly accelerating.
"Chichi~~~"
Before he could react, Goldsmith Franklin and his racket were forced to move backwards under the powerful impact.
His feet left two deep marks on the ground, and he lost his balance and staggered backwards.
His face flushed red, sweat dripped down his forehead like raindrops, and every vein in his body was throbbing violently, showing the tremendous pressure he was under at the moment.
In the end, he still couldn't handle the ball.
At the moment when the tennis ball was about to hit him again, he decisively let go of the racket in his hand, used the force to roll backwards, and cleverly avoided the direct impact of the tennis ball.
Despite this, the powerful air wave still knocked him to the ground, and he rolled several times on the ground before stopping.
next second.
"Boom!!!"
Behind him, a huge dust storm rose into the sky like a mushroom cloud, and the deafening roar instantly made the audience temporarily deaf.
The audience in the stands were stunned and covered their ears, their eyes full of shock and disbelief.
Goldsmith Franklin struggled to get up from the ground and looked at Beichuan who was calm and composed not far away, with a complicated emotion in his heart.
"Gulu..."
A crisp swallowing sound suddenly rang out from a corner of the audience, and then like a stone thrown into a calm lake, it caused ripples. The subtle sound continued to spread in the silent venue, as if even the air was shaking slightly.
In fact.
This swallowing sound was not an isolated case. Countless people in the audience had their Adam's apples rolling and the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard one after another.
Goldsmith Franklin, a veteran professional player who has been playing tennis for many years, couldn't help but feel scared at this moment.
His bronze face turned slightly pale, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, slowly sliding down his cheeks, and gathering into a crystal drop of water at his chin, which was about to fall.
He swallowed subconsciously, his Adam's apple sliding up and down violently on his neck, and the dry feeling spread from his throat to his heart.
Then, his eyes were fixed on the court, his brows were twisted into a deep "川" shape, his brain began to work rapidly, and all kinds of thoughts ran rampant in his mind like wild horses.
[The first ball was narrowly avoided.]
He secretly rejoiced in his heart, and recalled the thrilling scene just now, and he still felt a lingering fear.
The whistling tennis ball, with the force of thunder, was like a high-speed cannonball, brushing past the edge of his body, bringing up a sharp wind and leaving a buzzing echo in his ears.
[But judging by the situation, the next three goals might be even more terrifying.] Thinking of this, his heart suddenly sank, and a strong sense of unease surged in his heart.
He knew very well that his opponent Beichuan's strength was unfathomable, and every next ball could be a fatal threat.
[It seems that the only option is to give up when you can no longer hold on.]
As soon as this idea appeared, it took root in his heart and became stronger and stronger.
He began to think about his future after admitting defeat. [Should he take the opportunity to switch to the HERO Tennis Club?]
Goldsmith Franklin's eyes flickered with anticipation.
[Although it was a bit difficult, at least I had this match. Who knows, I might be able to ask him questions related to the master level in the future.]
In that split second, Goldsmith Franklin made his decision.
He raised his head, with a hint of cunning in his eyes, and shouted loudly towards Beichuan opposite.
"Mr. Beichuan, does this shot count as a pass?"
His voice echoed in the empty venue, with a hint of urgency and flattery.
"After all, you didn't mention that you needed to successfully return the tennis ball."
As he spoke, he spread his hands and acted innocent, as if to emphasize how reasonable the loophole he had exploited was.
"Then that leaves only three goals."
After the words fell, Beichuan on the opposite side was stunned at first, and then a look of being at a loss whether to laugh or cry appeared on his face.
He really didn't expect that the veteran professional player he was facing, who was quite famous in the tennis world, would be like a naughty child, trying his best to find loopholes in the rules.
In fact.
Beichuan really wanted to tell the other party clearly that he was not giving him a chance, but wanted to see whether he could get the serve stably after signing in with the system and gaining so much luck points.
But the other party wanted to take this opportunity to establish a relationship with me in order to seek future prospects.
Beichuan looked at Goldsmith Franklin, his eyes unconsciously sweeping over the slightly worn team uniform on him.
The opponent has already become a veteran professional player, but is still in an unknown small tennis club. It is not difficult to see what is going on from this point.
To put it bluntly, the potential has been exhausted, just like a car that has been running for many years. Even if the appearance can still be maintained, the internal parts have long been worn out.
But in the end, Beichuan still couldn't say it. He just shook his head slightly and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.