Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 629: A game of ultimate moves, a battle of equals

Just say it.

Kulalaja Tasta may not be a household name.

But in the original work.

His strength is on par with Alexander Amadeus.

Alexander Amadeus himself is the one with the most diverse ball skills.

Can be on par with it.

This is enough to prove that Kulalaga Tasta has talents and abilities in key factors such as vision, speed, and strength that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

However, unfortunately.

The original novel contains very little description of Kulalaga Tasta's matches, failing to fully showcase his heroic performance on the field.

but.

But judging from the attitude of the Swiss U-17 team towards him.

Kulalaja Tasta is definitely not a weakling.

He may even become the strongest person under Alexander Amadeus.

Of course.

Most people still have the illusion that he is a weak person because he looks like an ordinary passerby.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why this guy has tried to reduce his presence as much as possible in the past.

Let’s turn our attention back to the court in Group 2.

As Kitagawa had expected, the match between Alexander Amadeus and Kulalaga Tasta was still going on fiercely.

Alexander Amadeus's hair had long been soaked with sweat, with strands sticking to his forehead. His jersey was also tightly stuck to his skin, with sweat dripping down the corners of his clothes.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the sweat on his face, but as soon as he finished shaking, new sweat flowed down his cheeks.

He gasped for breath, with a look of helplessness in his eyes, and shouted to Kulalaga Tasta opposite him.

"Tasta, seriously, you're really hiding things! Facing me, your former commander, you've actually kept so many tricks up your sleeve. Aren't you being a little too cautious?"

Alexander Amadeus is eager to give his all in this game and improve himself through high-intensity confrontation.

But the opponent in front of him was his teammate, which put him in a dilemma.

He knew very well that if he accidentally injured his teammates during the game, it would not only affect his teammates' health, but also cause great trouble to the team's subsequent games.

But if we don't give our all, it will be difficult to break through Kulalaga Tasta's defense and win the game.

In this way, this game that could have been full of sparks gradually turned into a tug-of-war of physical strength and endurance.

What surprised Alexander Amadeus even more was that although Kulalaga Tasta looked like an ordinary person, the physical strength and endurance he displayed during the competition were beyond imagination.

He ran tirelessly on the court, and whether it was the quick penetration during offense or the strenuous interception during defense, he did it very well.

Despite the long period of high-intensity exercise, he was not careless at all. He still tried his best to defend his line and seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack from time to time.

Kulalaga Tasta supported his knees with his hands, bent over and gasped for breath, trying to regulate his breathing rhythm.

After a while, he raised his head with a faint smile on his face and spoke to Alexander Amadeus.

"Ah, alas, Amadeus, you are becoming more and more talkative."

"To be honest, I kind of miss your quick and decisive look."

"I did hide my strength, but can you say you didn't hold back? I'm really looking forward to seeing what new and powerful moves you can bring as you grow."

As a player who was once led by Alexander Amadeus, Kularaja Tasta is well aware of how strong the former captain is.

So from the beginning of the game, he remained highly vigilant and did not dare to relax at all.

At the same time, he also hoped to fight with Alexander Amadeus for as long as possible without exposing his full strength, waiting to find the opponent's weakness and deliver a fatal blow.

Alexander Amadeus spread his hands, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a sly look in his eyes.

"Of course I can use my new moves, but I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."

"Besides, you've been pretending to be so weak, aren't you overdoing it?"

After saying that, he immediately raised his hand and asked the referee on the podium for a mid-game timeout.

He felt helpless as he couldn't give his all to his teammates, but he didn't want to lose the game.

He longed to compete with those professional football players in the subsequent competition and see the true strength of the strong.

He was also somewhat surprised by the tenacity shown by Kulalaja Tasta in the competition.

He could feel that Kulalaja Tasta had the same idea as him, wanting to win this game and then prove himself in the main competition.

Seeing that Alexander Amadeus requested a mid-game timeout, Kulalaja Tasta did not waste time and quickly rested on the spot.

He closed his eyes slightly, recalling every detail of the game in his mind and thinking about the tactics for the second half.

He felt a little nervous, wondering if he could withstand Alexander Amadeus's new tricks in the second half.

However, he also has some hidden talents, but he is just waiting for the right opportunity to bring them out.

"Ah, Amadeus, you're becoming more and more like a nuisance."

"Don't be fooled by my appearance. I'm not as easy to deal with as you think."

Kulalaja Tasta said as he walked towards the rest area.

When he arrived at the rest area, he picked up the water bottle on the ground, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back and drank it in big gulps.

The cool water flowed down his throat, moisturizing his body which had become dry due to long-term intense exercise, and also restored some of his strength.

At this point, the game is no longer just a competition of skills and physical strength, but has evolved into a psychological game.

Alexander Amadeus and Kulalaga Tasta were both making their own calculations in their minds. They seemed relaxed on the surface and teased each other from time to time, but in their hearts they were thinking about the next tactics and how to give the opponent a fatal blow when the match point came.

They all understand that the halftime break is very precious and they must recover as much strength as possible to prepare for the second half of the game.

Just at this time.

Kitagawa carried Akutsu on his left shoulder and Yukimura Seiichi on his right shoulder and strode to the edge of the court.

Akutsu and Yukimura Seiichi were sleeping soundly at this time, their bodies hanging limply on Kitagawa's shoulders, their heads swaying with Kitagawa's steps, and they mumbled incoherently from time to time.

"I didn't expect these two to be so competitive. They've been playing for such a long time, and the game is still so close. They even had to take a halftime break to recover their energy."

Beichuan looked at the two people who were resting on the court and a smile of interest appeared on his face.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure in the crowd - Henry Nobel III.

Beichuan walked towards him slowly.