flstandardbreds Chapter 599: Fate’s Trick, a Clash between Muscle Men
Chapter 599: Fate’s Trick, a Clash between Muscle Men
It didn't take long.
Beichuan is facing the third qualifying round of the Sydney Cup Professional Challenge.
This game had a different atmosphere from the very beginning.
His opponent this time has obvious improvement in strength compared to the previous two.
If it weren't for fate that made him encounter Beichuan, with his own strength, he might have been able to successfully enter the main competition of the Sydney Cup Professional Challenge.
However, fate played a trick on him and he met Beichuan in the qualifiers.
On the court.
Beichuan's opponent was in a very embarrassing situation at the moment. His steps were messy and hurried. He kept running left and right on the court, dodging the tennis ball hit by Beichuan.
His movements were stiff and mechanical, with almost no unnecessary actions except dodging.
In his eyes, every tennis ball hit by Kitagawa seemed to carry a terrifying magic, making him feel like he was facing hell.
The fear rose from the soles of his feet and quickly spread throughout his body, as if the messenger of hell was holding a sickle, slowly approaching him with steady and heart-pounding steps.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang, and the sound of the tennis ball hitting the racket was particularly harsh.
The tennis ball shot out of the field with tremendous force like a cannonball.
At this point, Beichuan had easily won five games.
For Beichuan, the game seemed to be a sure win. As long as they could score a few more points, they would be able to end the battle without any suspense.
On the other hand, his opponent Conrad Brady's face was full of resentment and frustration.
As the No.3 player of the 12th-ranked Serbian U-17 team, he came to participate in the Sydney Cup Professional Challenge with his captain Michelson Wendell with full enthusiasm and expectations.
He had originally planned to hone his skills in this rookie tournament, hoping to shine on the court and thereby enhance his reputation in the tennis world.
But since he met Beichuan, all his fantasies were shattered in an instant like bubbles.
He knew very well that he had just barely reached the professional level, while Beichuan was rumored to have reached the master level.
This huge gap between reality and reality filled him with helplessness and resentment, and he even began to doubt the unfairness of fate.
Despite facing such a strong Beichuan, Conrad Brady did not think of giving up this qualifying game.
In his mind, he had his own considerations: if he withdrew from the competition, he would have to return to Serbia in disgrace;
But if he can perform well in this game, even if it's just to cause some trouble for Beichuan, he can make his mark in the world of youth tennis with this game, and become famous by building on Beichuan's reputation.
With this belief, he began to resist.
However, the reality is cruel.
In just less than a few minutes, he was trapped in a desperate situation under Beichuan's powerful offensive.
He was running around the court, completely unable to fight back, and was even nearly injured while dodging the tennis ball.
In a flash, the game came to match point.
"boom!"
A deafening roar suddenly sounded, and a tennis ball shot out from Beichuan's racket like a black lightning.
The tennis ball seemed to be covered with a layer of dazzling light, the intensity of which was comparable to the scorching sun hanging high in the sky.
The power and might of tennis balls made everyone present tremble with fear.
Layer after layer of terrifying air waves, like surging ocean waves, rolled in and hit Conrad Brady's body continuously.
This is Beichuan’s professional-level skill—light hitting!
Faced with Kitagawa's light shots that were almost at the master level, Conrad Brady, who was only at the professional level, had no chance to react at all.
He could only stand there blankly, watching the tennis ball explode and fall to the ground like a cannonball.
After the dust, air waves and sand gradually dissipated, a deep pit suddenly came into view of everyone.
The tennis ball was already charred and deformed, embedded in the center of the deep pit.
At this moment, Conrad Brady felt a strong sense of relief in his heart.
He knew very well that if he had shown even the slightest resistance, the consequences would have been disastrous.
However, for Beichuan, the victory of this game was already within his expectations. He won the game easily without any ripples on his face.
"This is too strong! It's unimaginable that a middle school student can display such outstanding strength in a professional challenge tournament."
"It's simply unbelievable!"
"Master-level power, it's like the power of a demon has descended upon the world. It seems the outcome of this rookie competition is already predetermined."
"..."
The spectators around the stadium immediately started talking, their voices rising and falling, full of surprise and admiration.
After watching several games in a row, they have gradually become numb to Beichuan's strength.
Because Beichuan is so strong, no matter what kind of opponent he faces, he seems vulnerable in front of him, like a lamb to be slaughtered.
However, at this moment, Beichuan didn't care at all about the comments of the audience.
After all, he had heard such praise so many times that his ears were almost callused.
It is worth mentioning that in order to avoid being surrounded by those ferocious reporters after the game, Beichuan took avoidance measures in advance.
He cleverly avoided the crowd and walked smoothly towards other venues.
Before this game, Brand disappeared after arranging the schedule for Beichuan.
But as the current captain of the Swiss U-17 national team, Kitagawa cannot ignore the performance of his players in the game.
So, no matter what, he has to pay attention to the performance of his players on the field.
Not long after, Beichuan arrived at Group E.
This was his first time watching Albert Federer play, and he was filled with anticipation.
As soon as he arrived, he saw two people competing fiercely on the court - Albert Federer and Oni Jujiro.
At this time, the situation on the court was clear at a glance. Although Albert Federer and Oni Jujiro were fighting back and forth, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he had suffered some injuries.
Kijujiro's power is extremely strong, and in this fierce confrontation, Albert Federer will inevitably be in trouble.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Albert Federer was breathing heavily, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
He looked at Oni Jujiro who had a serious and stern face across from him, and his mind couldn't help but recall the scenes when he faced Kitagawa or Alexander Amadeus.
The enormous pressure was like an invisible mountain, which made it almost impossible for him to breathe, and even made him want to escape from the court.