newbobooks Chapter 471 Speed Collapse, Beichuan Creates Huge Forward Force
Chapter 471 Speed Collapse, Beichuan Creates Huge Forward Force
On the training ground of the Swiss U-17 training camp.
The atmosphere was so tense that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.
Kulalaga Tasta clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. His brows were furrowed, the wrinkles on his forehead were as deep as ravines, and his eyes were like two beams of cold light, shooting straight at Henry Nobel III and the others.
Then, from his tightly pursed lips, a low and oppressive voice slowly uttered: "Do you feel it?"
After saying this, he raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealing unquestionable majesty.
Alexander Amadeus had a serious expression on his face, leaning forward slightly, his hands unconsciously crossed in front of him, his fingers rubbing nervously against each other.
His eyes were fixed on Beichuan on the training ground, without blinking.
He spoke solemnly: "Beichuan's speed is increasing rapidly."
"Now it seems to have transformed into the same speed as the device chasing him!"
As he spoke, he waved his arms in the air, as if imitating Kitagawa's quick racket swing.
The words echoed slowly in the empty training ground, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, hitting everyone's heart heavily.
As soon as the words fell, the surroundings were instantly enveloped in deathly silence.
Everyone knew that at this moment, Beichuan's racket swing speed had reached a terrifying level that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, almost beyond the limit of what the human eye could capture.
The afterimage seen by everyone was just a blurry phantom left over from the last swing, which was enough to show how incredibly fast he was.
Not far away, Brand was standing leisurely, with his hands casually in his trouser pockets, his body slightly leaning back, watching everyone's training with interest.
But when he saw Beichuan's performance, the relaxed expression on his face disappeared instantly, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
He subconsciously took a few steps forward, his eyes wide.
He had always known that Beichuan was very powerful, but the scene before him had far exceeded his understanding of "strong". It was simply an almost perverted display of strength.
You know, the core content of the second level is to hit multiple balls at the same time, and there is no requirement for speed from beginning to end. However, Beichuan made the second level look as difficult as the third level.
Fortunately, this device has an automatic sensing and adjustment function. Otherwise, with his extraordinary speed, the device might have broken down on the spot due to being overwhelmed.
However, for Brand, such a situation was not too surprising. After all, Beichuan was the successor he had carefully trained with his own hands, and he had full confidence in Beichuan's potential.
Soon, with Kitagawa's dazzling swing speed, the bucket full of tennis balls next to him was quickly used up.
At the same time, the device's crisp prompt sound suddenly rang out: "Game over."
"Level 1: 2000 points."
"Second level: 1700 points."
Although the sound was not particularly high-pitched and loud, it was exceptionally clear in the training ground where only the breeze could be heard, and it instantly reached the ears of everyone present like a huge bell, clearly hitting their eardrums.
It is no exaggeration to say that if the tennis ball could not be replenished in time, with Beichuan's violent offensive momentum and terrifying speed just now, he might have been able to pass the second level in one go.
Just now, as a junior high school student, he actually managed to hit 25 balls at the same time. This feat was simply jaw-dropping and an inhuman performance. Anyone who saw it would be amazed in their heart.
"I didn't use the state of no self, Ashura Shinto, etc. during the whole process."
"I achieved this entirely by relying on my own physical fitness!"
There was a different look in Akutsu's defiant eyes.
Yukimura Seiichi narrowed his eyes slightly, folded his hands across his chest, and seemed to be thinking about something.
Genichirō Sanada clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress the shock in his heart.
Tokugawa Kazuya and others looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and surprise. Their wide-open eyes and slightly open mouths all showed their inner shock.
In just this moment, they realized the unusualness of Beichuan's strength.
At this moment, they realized more deeply the gap between themselves and Kitagawa. This gap was not only reflected in the level of tennis, but also went deep into the essential level, causing a strong sense of powerlessness to surge in their hearts, as if there was an insurmountable gap between themselves and Kitagawa.
"Oh no~ There's no ball to play with."
"Well, let's call it a day today."
Beichuan stretched, raised his hands high above his head, leaned his body back in an arc, with a gentle smile on his face, and spoke in a relaxed and casual tone.
However, everyone could catch a glimpse of a lingering look in his bright eyes.
For a moment, everyone's mouth corners twitched slightly, and the expressions on their faces were complicated and difficult to discern, with shock, helplessness, and a hint of admiration for Beichuan's strength.
If those holographic projections could have facial expressions and movements, their reactions would probably be more exaggerated than these people at this moment, with their mouth corners twitching more violently, and they might even make some incredible movements to express their inner shock.
At this time, Brand couldn't bear to see everyone looking so stunned and helpless at Beichuan's performance.
He strode forward a few steps, waved his hands vigorously in the air, raised his voice, and shouted at the stunned crowd: "Hey, hey, hey! Train faster."
"The day before the U-17 World Cup, we're going to have a reshuffle."
"If we lose then, we won't have a chance to fight anymore."
"Instead of staring at others' strength in amazement, it's better to seize the time and make yourself stronger."
His words were like a sharp bolt of lightning, instantly piercing the shock and confusion in everyone's minds and exploding in their ears.
Everyone suddenly came to their senses, and their eyes, which were originally immersed in shock, instantly ignited with a strong desire to fight. The blazing flames seemed to set the entire training ground on fire.
Even Henry Nobel III, a talented nobleman from a prominent family who was originally in the Swiss U-17 training camp, was in the same situation at this moment.
He tightened the racket in his hand, gritted his teeth, and a determined expression appeared on his face.
Although his position in training camp has become increasingly marginalized.
The daily training opportunities and attention are not as good as before.
But in his heart, as long as it is not the last moment, everything can be reversed.
He doesn't want to be ruthlessly kicked out because of his lack of strength and leave this training camp that he loves and is full of dreams.
Subsequently, training at the Swiss U-17 training camp returned to normal.
The players picked up their rackets, adjusted their condition, and started a new round of hard training.
Kitagawa turned his gaze to Brand, and there seemed to be a hint of expectation in his eyes, as if he was waiting for Brand to bring him a new challenge.