flstandardbreds Chapter 851: The huge score disparity is unbelievable
Chapter 851: The huge score disparity is unbelievable
Because an extremely terrifying force is being transmitted through the racket like a surging tide.
The tennis ball that was originally under control seemed to suddenly awaken, like a cannonball endowed with life and self-awareness, with endless impact force, like a mad beast, madly hitting the restraints of the racket, as if it would not stop until the whole world was destroyed.
"This guy's power... is so terrifying, who is this guy?" Tokugawa was horrified. He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
His heart felt like it was being hit by raging waves, one after another, making it impossible for him to calm down.
Faced with this force so powerful beyond imagination, Tokugawa did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. The sweat on his forehead suddenly burst out like a spring and slid down his cheeks.
He hurriedly stretched out his other hand and gripped the racket tightly. The veins in both hands bulged out due to excessive force, as if they were about to burst.
He used all his strength to hit back the aggressive tennis ball.
His arms were trembling slightly, and every muscle was tense, struggling desperately against this powerful force, as if he was fighting a life-and-death struggle.
"Hey, you don't think Xiao Jin is easy to bully." Just when everyone was still immersed in admiration for Xiao Jin's strength, suddenly, an arrogant voice exploded like thunder, breaking the originally silent night sky.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound in astonishment, and saw Echizen Ryoma galloping towards them at an astonishing speed like a flash of silver lightning.
His steps were light and quick, and every step seemed to be stepping on the strings of time, making a crisp and pleasant sound.
In the blink of an eye, Echizen Ryoma rushed to the net like an arrow.
His body, like an agile cheetah, instantly soared into the air as if it was about to break through the clouds.
In the air, his figure was like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring, gracefully and confidently drawing a beautiful arc.
At the same time, the racket in his hand was like a nimble dragon, with the sound of whistling wind, pulling the tennis ball rapidly upward with the force of thunder.
The tennis ball seemed to be given life under his control. It flew high at an astonishing speed, and then smashed straight towards Tokugawa Kazuya like a cannonball.
In an instant, the tennis ball left a series of afterimages in the air. Due to the fast speed, these afterimages were like phantoms, dazzling people.
At first glance, there are dozens of them. They are like meteors in the night sky, flashing by in a flash, but leaving a deep mark on the human retina.
The dense afterimages seemed like a mysterious scroll, slowly unfolding in the air.
Each afterimage is clearly visible, and they are intertwined to form a breathtaking visual spectacle.
There was only a loud bang, and the sound was as deafening as thunder, as if it was going to tear the entire stadium apart.
The entire ground was shaking violently, as if the earth was trembling at this amazing power.
The dust that was raised in the sky was like billowing smoke, filling the sky above the entire stadium and shrouding everything in a gray haze.
Tokugawa Kazuya's pupils suddenly shrank and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
The sudden loud noise caught him completely off guard, and his body instinctively wanted to rush out and fight back.
However, just as he was about to take action, a jaw-dropping scene occurred.
The tennis balls that were originally densely packed and seemed numerous on the ground suddenly scattered quickly as if they were cast under a spell.
They were like phantoms, shuttling across the court at extremely fast speeds, dazzling the eyes.
Then, these tennis balls disappeared without a trace in an instant like ghosts, as if they had never appeared.
Tokugawa Kazuya and Kide Nagashiro were both completely stunned. They stared with wide eyes at the incredible scene before them, and for a moment they even forgot to react.
By the time they came to their senses, the tennis ball had already hit the wall behind them at an astonishing speed like lightning, making a crisp and loud sound.
The crisp sound was like a loud slap in the face, slapping them hard in the face, making them feel extremely frustrated and humiliated.
The numbers on the scoreboard seemed to be under a spell, jumping continuously as time went by.
In the blink of an eye, the originally close score instantly turned into a huge gap of 40:0. This huge score difference was jaw-dropping.
The eye-catching number was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly stinging everyone's eyes and making it impossible to look directly at it.
The audience was stunned by this sudden change. Their mouths opened so wide as if an egg could be stuffed in, and their faces were filled with expressions of disbelief.
“Just now…what kind of stunt was that just now?” The audience in the stands finally came to their senses as if awakened from a dream and began to whisper and discuss among themselves.
Their eyes were filled with shock and confusion, as if they had seen a miracle that could never happen.
"So many ball shadows appeared on the field in an instant. It's so scary! How did they do that?"
Some people couldn't help but scream out in surprise, with a slight tremor in their voices, obviously frightened by this shocking scene.
"These two little guys are only in the first grade, but they are so powerful!"
The members of the Sakura team looked at each other, each of them had an extremely solemn expression, and they were so nervous that it seemed as if water could be wrung out of them.
Their eyes met, and they could see the worry and uneasiness in each other's eyes, as if they had foreseen the huge crisis that the team was about to face.
"I really don't know if Mu Shou and the others can hold on!" Bai Shi sighed worriedly, looking at the two people who were fighting fiercely on the field with a sad face.
After all, this was just a match between Eishiro Kide and Kazuya Tokugawa. Even if the other teammates were extremely anxious, they could do nothing to help.
They could only stand by and watch the situation on the field gradually deteriorate, their hearts filled with helplessness and anxiety.
Just as everyone was talking and anxious, there was a loud "bang", as if the entire stadium was shaken by the huge sound.
However, the game continued fiercely, with both sides going back and forth and neither side giving in.
Kintaro's extremely fierce counterattack came like a torrential rain, leaving his opponent no chance to breathe.
Each of his shots was powerful and fast, and the tennis ball seemed to be given life, flying rapidly in the air, and then smashing into the opponent's court like a cannonball.
Faced with such a fierce attack, Kide Nagashiro and Tokugawa Kazuya were obviously overwhelmed.
Despite their best efforts, they were unable to withstand Kintaro's fierce attacks.
The first game came to an end quickly and the score was fixed at 1:0!
This score was like a heavy stone, pressing on the hearts of Kimura Eishiro and Tokugawa Kazuya, making them feel extremely heavy.
"These two guys are so scary!"
There was undisguised fear and despair in Kimite Nagashiro's voice, and he covered his cheeks tightly with his hands, as if trying to hide his eyes that were filled with frustration and unwillingness.
Through the gaps between his fingers, one could see a deep sense of frustration in his eyes, as if he had been defeated by an irresistible force.
"Although they didn't play like doubles at all,"
There was a hint of helplessness in Kimute Nagashiro's words, "But whether it's personal skills or strength, it can be said to be extremely terrifying."
His voice trembled slightly, revealing his inner uneasiness.
You know, in that thrilling contest just now, Kide Nagashiro and Tokugawa Kazuya gave their all without reservation.
They tried their best and used all their skills, but they were still unable to withstand the opponent's fierce attack like a storm.
Their bodies were already exhausted, and sweat soaked their clothes like a flood, slid down their foreheads and blurred their vision.
However, even though their bodies have been pushed to their limits, there is a hint of indomitable spirit in their eyes.
It is an unwillingness to fail and a desire for victory. Even when facing such a strong opponent, they will never give up easily.
"Indeed, the degree of coordination between them is low,"
Tokugawa Kazuya frowned, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be carved deeper. "But the strength of the counterattack is too high. It is almost impossible for us to find the flaws in their doubles and launch an attack."
His voice was low and heavy, revealing his inner worry and confusion.
Tokugawa Kazuya's eyes were full of confusion. He racked his brains for a countermeasure but could not find a breakthrough.
Those originally sharp eyes now became somewhat dim, as if they had lost their direction.
His body was trembling slightly, like a candle in the wind, making people worry whether he could continue to hold on.
Is this trembling caused by exhaustion from long-term exercise, or is it the uncontrollable anxiety deep in my heart?
The two of them stood on the court, staring at the confident figure of their opponent, and couldn't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness in their hearts.
However, deep in their hearts, the spirit of not giving up is like a faint flame. Although it seems to be shaky, it is still burning tenaciously.
Although the flame was small, it contained endless power, supporting them to move forward in this seemingly hopeless game.
At this moment, players from both sides began to exchange venues. This short break was both a chance to catch their breath and a critical moment to adjust their mentality.
However, the tall palm trees outside the stadium swayed gently in the breeze, and the leaves rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound.
This gentle voice should have brought a sense of peace and relaxation to people, but to Kimura Eishiro and Tokugawa Kazuya, it was like the whisper of the devil, unable to calm the waves in their hearts.
The scorching sun shone unreservedly on the court, giving the already tense battlefield a golden hue.
This should have been a picture full of vitality and hope, however, the warm tones failed to dispel the gloom in their hearts.
The sky in the distance was as blue as a gem, without a single cloud blocking it. It seemed like an endless abyss, making people feel endless depression and despair.
For them, who are only third-year junior high school students, the following game was like an unforgettable nightmare.
The situation became increasingly serious. Every ball seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, gradually forcing them into a desperate situation.
On the court, Ryoma Echizen and Kintaro are like two shining stars. Their skills are simply unparalleled and amazing.
The tacit understanding between them is like a telepathic connection. Every movement and every shot is coordinated perfectly.
This combination is like a powerful storm, sweeping in with thunderous force, making the opponent completely unable to resist.
Their offensive was as fierce as a storm, suppressing their opponents without any chance of fighting back. The game was one-sided and there was no suspense at all.
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed throughout the stadium. The sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard.
The numbers on the scoreboard mercilessly showed the huge gap of 5:0. This glaring number seemed to be mercilessly announcing the cruel direction of the game.
The huge score difference of 5:0 left the audience dumbfounded. The entire auditorium became silent in an instant, and the tense atmosphere was almost suffocating.
The colorful flags that were originally fluttering in the wind seemed to be frightened by the tense atmosphere at this moment. They stopped in mid-air and no longer swayed at all.
People held their breath and stared at the court without blinking, afraid of missing any wonderful moment, while at the same time afraid of seeing more desperate scenes.
In the front row, there was a female audience member who covered her mouth tightly with her hands, as if this could prevent the fear in her heart from overflowing.
Her nails dug into her palms, perhaps even piercing her skin, but she was completely unaware of the pain.
Her eyes were wide open, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, filled with fear and tension.
A young man in the back row also showed extreme nervousness.
His body leaned forward and his knees kept shaking slightly, as if he would collapse to the ground at any moment.
He grasped the edge of the stands tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, as if he wanted to crush the hard edge of the stands.
On the court, the incredibly powerful light ball kept hitting the ground, making a deafening noise.
Every impact felt like the earth was being torn apart, and shocking cracks appeared on the hard ground.
These cracks are like hideous wounds, which make people shudder. They bear witness to the cruelty of this game.