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

Chapter 510: Nothing is beyond your reach, only the unexpected. The power of the young warrior Beich

at this time.

The faces of the national team players present all showed expressions of anticipation.

Some of them leaned forward slightly, with their hands on their knees, their eyes wide open, staring at the court without blinking, as if they were expecting a wonderful show to begin; others leaned back in their chairs, with the corners of their mouths slightly raised, revealing a slightly playful smile.

Some people even moved extremely quickly, reaching into their pockets like lightning and directly pulling out mobile phones, cameras and other devices. Their fingers operated them skillfully and began to record this moment.

After all, the main purpose of everyone coming here this time is to collect information about the Swiss U-17 team and Beichuan.

At this time, if someone is willing to be the first to challenge and be exposed to the spotlight, who would not be willing to sit back and enjoy the benefits?

However, these people still oversimplify things.

For the Swiss U-17 team, if someone wants to collect their information, although it is not easy, there are still traces to follow and it is relatively simple.

But if I collect Beichuan, it would be a useless effort and I would have nothing to do.

Because the opponent's known strength, means, skills and abilities alone are like an insurmountable mountain, enough to crush most people.

Not to mention that the other party is hiding many unknown cards.

Take the reserved light of the selfless state for example. Who would have thought that there is someone in this world who can directly display three rays of light.

Even if you tell this to others clearly, they will most likely be skeptical and won't believe it at all.

Not to mention the unimaginable combination of the three.

Putting all this aside, although A. Frankensteiner was unknown and unknown, no one present would truly look down on him.

After all, he is a junior high school player of the German U-17 national team that has won eight consecutive U-17 World Cup titles. This fact alone is a silent but weighty declaration, enough to show that he is no ordinary person.

However, it is worth mentioning that among this bustling crowd, there is a young man in ninja costume, who looks a bit sneaky.

He first looked around cautiously, his head turning quickly like a rattle, and observing the surroundings vigilantly. After confirming that no one was noticing him, he slowly took out his cell phone from his pocket like a thief.

He moved extremely cautiously, afraid of making any noise, and then joined in the video recording.

This young man is none other than Oshowalu Dolon, a junior high school player of the French U-17 national team.

Obviously, even Leopold Camus, the captain of the French U-17 team, who is broad-minded and magnanimous, learned a lot about Kitagawa from Keigo Atobe and others.

However, facing such a powerful and mysterious opponent, they still chose to arrange people to collect information about the Swiss U-17 team and Beichuan.

After all, the existence of a person whose combat power can rival that of the second-best general in the world really makes people dare not slack off and have to take it seriously.

At this moment, Oshowal Doron tensed up unconsciously. He subconsciously held his breath, his chest stopped rising and falling, his eyes widened as big as copper bells, staring at the court without blinking.

Because the two people on the court have already taken their positions.

"Let's serve."

Beichuan raised his chin slightly, his expression calm, his tone indifferent yet unquestionable firmness.

"I will suppress my strength to the national level limit."

As he spoke, he stretched his arms and stretched slowly. His movements were comfortable and free, and there was a smile on his face as gentle as the warm sun. That smile seemed to dispel all the tension on the court.

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and his originally calm eyes suddenly became sharp. The tennis racket in his hand turned smoothly and pointed accurately at A. Frankensteiner opposite him, like a soldier about to go to war, having already locked onto the target.

"Just a friendly reminder."

He spoke again, his voice clearly echoing in the tennis stadium, each word carrying a unique deterrent force, "You must give it your all."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a barely perceptible glint flashing in them. "Otherwise, the best outcome would be that you won't even be able to touch the tennis ball."

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile. "Well, the worst-case scenario is that I'll take it out with one shot."

Kitagawa's voice continued to echo in the empty tennis hall, striking everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

Everyone present was instantly shocked by this speech full of strong confidence.

The noisy chattering of the audience suddenly stopped. Everyone seemed to be under a spell, stunned at first, and then expressions of amazement appeared on their faces.

Some young fans opened their eyes wide in disbelief; some smart players frowned slightly, with a thoughtful look in their eyes.

Some people have even begun to silently mourn for A. Frankensteiner on the opposite side.

After all, everyone knows that for someone with top professional-level combat power, even if his strength is suppressed to a level lower than that of his opponent, it seems not difficult to easily crush his opponent.

"Captain Beichuan said so."

A. Frankensteiner sighed softly upon hearing this, and a complex expression appeared on his face, which showed awe for Beichuan's strength and a bit of helplessness.

"News about you is everywhere these days."

He shook his head slightly, a bitter smile flashing in his eyes, "How dare I be so arrogant and hide my incompetence?"

Then, his originally slightly relaxed body suddenly tensed up, and his expression and eyes instantly became extremely solemn and serious.

His eyes were fixed on Beichuan, as if he wanted to see through him, and beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

Regardless of whether the rumors about Beichuan were true, A. Frankensteiner knew in his heart that he did not dare to take the risk.

What's more, based on various indications, these rumors are most likely true.

Otherwise, no one could explain why Alexander Amadeus would actually trust Kitagawa, who was only a first-year junior high school student, to be the team leader in such an important U-17 World Cup tournament.

In addition, he had an important mission in this game, the main purpose of which was to collect more information about Beichuan for the German U-17 team.

If I try to be sneaky and hold back during the game, I will probably not only fail to collect useful information, but will also be beaten miserably by Beichuan.

What's worse is that if he gets seriously injured during the game, his U-17 World Cup journey this year will be 100% over, and he will have no choice but to miss this top event.

Both publicly and privately, A. Frankensteiner has no way out and must go all out!