A few minutes later, at both ends of the court, the two teams began to guess sides.
Perhaps because of the language barrier, the few people did not communicate much, but when Edgar looked at Maori and Yukimura, there was a hint of unruliness on his face, as if he did not understand Maori and Yukimura at all.
Take people seriously.
In response to this, Neon and the two just smiled lightly in their hearts. Tennis still relies on strength after all, and they will teach him how to be a good person later in the game.
"At the beginning of the game, Edgar Delacroix and Batisse Salalan of the French youth team took the lead in serving."
The side guessing is over, the service game is confirmed, and the referee announces the official start of the game with a wave of his hand.
Pa…pa…
At the bottom line, Battis patted the tennis ball gently, looked towards the opposite side, with a smile on his face: "I will serve, then I won't be polite!"
Huh...
As soon as he finished speaking, Battis threw the tennis ball into the air.
"How come this ball is thrown so high!"
The audience watched the tennis ball thrown into the sky by Battis and started talking.
In the French player area, Oswald Delon, who is proficient in neon language, smiled softly: "High? But it's not high at all!"
Bang...
As Deron finished speaking, Salalang on the court bent his legs downwards, then kicked with all his strength, leaping high into the air.
The audience on the sidelines were stunned. How could someone jump so high?
"Sparkling Aurora..."
Bang...
As Salalan drank loudly in French, his racket directly collided with the tennis ball, and the terrifying sound of hitting the ball instantly resounded throughout the entire venue.
"What a terrible serve..."
The spectators outside the court were also shocked when they saw this ball. Just by hearing the sound of the ball, they could feel the power of this serve.
"It's Battis's shining aurora. The speed of this serve exceeds 215KM. Most people see this ball for the first time, but they don't even have time to react."
Deron, who was on the sidelines, couldn't help but smile when he saw Salalang perform his stunt.
In the neon player area, Shen Wuxin looked at the two people from France and couldn't help but secretly nod in his heart: "Those who can be selected for the French youth team really have a lot of skills."
The speed and power of this serve are not as good as Kanna Shinichi's Dragon Roar, but it is stronger than Kutsuzu's Leopard Roar.
Boom...
The tennis ball hit the ground, and the ground shook a little from the ball, and a burst of dust and smoke filled the air.
"15:0, the French team scores."
The speed of this ball was very fast. Hisaburo Mori, who was responsible for catching the ball, did not catch it. He wanted to capture the flight trajectory of the tennis ball. The next time would be his real opportunity to fight back.
Mori exchanged positions with Yukimura, and Saran sent out the tennis ball again.
"Sparkling Aurora..."
Bang...
"30:0, the French team scored."
As the serves were scored one after another, the French head coach, who was originally very worried about the game, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief at this moment. Maybe by pairing Edgar with Salalan, there may not be no chance of winning the game.
On the court, Yukimura and Mori looked at each other and nodded slightly. They knew it was time to exert their strength.
Bang...
The aurora was still shining, and the tennis ball was like a cannonball, which was blasted from the air by Sararang. After landing, the tennis ball roared and shot towards the side of Maori, who was responsible for catching the ball at the baseline.
Step on...
Maori took one step forward and swung his racket directly to meet the ball. After the tennis ball and racket came into contact, there was a dull impact sound.
Feeling the impact of the tennis ball, Maori found that this serve was much stronger than he imagined.
However, compared to that guy Kanna's dragon roar, it's still far behind.
Bang...
Maori fought back easily. When the racket was swung out, the tennis ball quickly flew towards the left corner.
Edgar on the opposite side opened his mouth slightly, and couldn't believe that the Neon team players actually counterattacked Salalang's serving skills so quickly.
Although he was shocked, his reaction was not slow. He tried his best to chase the tennis ball, but in the end he was still a step too slow.
"Senior Edgar, leave this ball to me."
I saw Salalan rushing out from the backcourt. His running speed was much faster than Edgar's, and he caught up with the tennis ball in an instant.
Bang...
He hit a counterattack, and the tennis ball was hit diagonally by him, flying straight towards the center line and bottom line. However, before the tennis ball reached the landing point, it was intercepted by Yukimura, and then he hit the opponent with a swipe.
On the right baseline of the field, this time, neither Edgar in the frontcourt nor Saran in the backcourt had time to react.
"30:15, Neon team scores."
After the referee reported the score, many people inside and outside the stadium frowned.
"The foundations of these two Neon people are simply perfect, and their true strength cannot be seen at all."
In the stands, Noah's eyes have been focused on the two Neon people. The two people did not use any special skills. On the third ball, they began to use basic tennis to suppress the French team. The strength of the two people made Noah unable to help.
Don’t be afraid.
Because although perfect basic tennis is mediocre, this kind of tennis has almost no weaknesses.
Not far away from the Australian team, Reinhardt also frowned. The neon junior high school students were too strong.
Since they are two people on the field, their strength can still occupy a place even in the U.S. U17. Although the top ten may not have much hope, but from No. 11 to No. 15, these two people can definitely win a position.<
/p>
"It seems that after this four-nation competition, we still need to contact them. If we can be invited, it will not only improve the strength of the American team, but also weaken Neon, the strongest opponent in the future."
In the Neon player area, every member's face is extremely calm. It is impossible for the Neon team to lose in this game. It depends on whether the French team can force out the profit and Yukimura uses more strength. p>
On the court…
Bang...
"Game, score 1:0, Neon Team Mori Jusaburo and Yukimura Seiichi are in the lead."
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Bang...
“…2:0…”
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Bang...
“…3:0…”
"The two sides exchanged venues..."
…
Relying on their pure tennis foundation, Mori and Yukimura completely crushed the French doubles pair without giving their opponents a single chance.
Seeing the big score behind, the head coach of the French team on the sidelines looked towards the neon coaching area with resentment on his face.
These neon coaches actually play so hard.
On the court, Battis lowered his head and looked frustrated: "They are too strong, senior Edgar, I...I can't catch up with their returns at all..."
Seeing the frustrated expression on Battis's face, Edgar walked directly in front of him and took out a paintbrush: "There is no other way, I have to paint you."
"Senior Edgar, what do you want to paint me like?" Battis looked at the stretched paint pen and shrank his neck.
"Didn't you say that you can't catch their return ball? Then turn into a beast so that you won't be unable to catch up."
Edgar's tone was very seductive, and Battis had already nodded obediently: "Senior Edgar, please make it look better for me."
"Don't worry, don't you understand my art yet?"
After saying that, Edgar took the paintbrush and started painting Battis's face.
Seeing the actions of the two French team members on the field, the spectators outside the field couldn't help but wonder.
In the neon player area, everyone looked at the data master Mitsuya Akuto, and Nioh Masaharu even asked: "Mitsuya-senpai, do you know what those two French players are doing?"
"I don't know either."
Mitsugu shook his head slightly.
"Hypnosis, the paint that guy applied has a hypnotic effect."
After Kanna Shinichi finished speaking, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. Shiraishi also asked: "Hypnosis, what's the use of it?"
"It's very useful."
Kanna focused his gaze on Battis, whose eyes were gradually becoming hollow, and said lightly: "After being hypnotized, Battis will become Edgar's puppet, but this puppet will play a far more powerful role than Edgar's puppet."
The power of your own potential.”
"Then this match between Mori-senpai and Yukimura-san doesn't look easy!"
Listening to Kanna Shinichi's words, Chitose Chisato's expression became slightly solemn.
"Humph!"
Atobe on the side snorted coldly: "Who do you think they are? They are Jusaburo Mori and Seiichi Yukimura. Those two French gangsters are just clowns in their eyes."
On the court…
Seeing the two men from the French team playing coquettishly, Maori and Yukimura looked at each other, and then Yukimura said calmly: "Maori-senpai, let's end this game as soon as possible."
"Okay, you take action, or I do it." Originally, the two of them didn't want to expose too much. After all, there were still two games to play, but seeing that the French team seemed to be stubborn to fight to the end, Mao Li felt that the two of them must have something.
A serious move.
After listening to Maori's words, Yukimura smiled faintly.
"Let me do it. After all, I won't waste too much time..."
PS: The author has a cold. He has been suffering from diarrhea since yesterday morning. There is another day tomorrow. I will update in the afternoon or evening for these two days.
Sorry!
? ?The author had a cold and diarrhea in the morning, and still updated four times in the afternoon and evening