PDLP Chapter 648: The nagging cowardly opponent, Beichuan's helplessness
Chapter 648: The nagging cowardly opponent, Beichuan's helplessness
Time flies in the blink of an eye.
The morning competition of the Sydney Cup Professional Challenge came to an end.
As the competition progressed, the players on the field went through round after round of fierce competition, and now only 8 strong players are left.
In Group A.
In addition to Kitagawa, another popular player Mansfield Alva also advanced successfully. Next, Kitagawa will compete with him in the semi-finals.
Due to the intense competition in the morning, the cheers, shouts and screams in the stadium continued one after another and did not subside for a long time.
In the players' rest area, Beichuan tidied his racket while muttering to himself, "It's the semi-finals."
Then, he turned his head slightly, glanced in the direction of Group B, with a hint of anticipation on his face, and spoke again.
"I wonder how Akutsu-senpai, Byodoin-senpai, and the others are doing?"
Chuckling, he picked up his racket and walked towards the court with steady steps.
The moment Beichuan stepped onto the court, an invisible yet extremely powerful majesty and momentum slowly emanated from him like a tide.
In an instant, the entire Group A competition area fell silent.
Everyone was stunned by this powerful aura and subconsciously held their breath, their eyes filled with tension and anticipation as they quietly waited for the exciting duel that was about to begin.
No one dared to say a word at this time, and the atmosphere on the scene was extremely tense.
At the same time, layer after layer of air waves surged in all directions like huge waves.
Dust and smoke were flying wildly in the air, as if foreshadowing the arrival of a fierce battle.
Such a change made the onlookers tremble all over. They felt as if their hearts were being tightly grasped by a pair of huge hands, and their breathing became rapid.
Everyone's face was flushed and their heartbeat was accelerated. It felt like being in a plateau where the oxygen was thin and it was hard to breathe.
In the crowd, the Swiss U-17 team stared intently at the field.
Kulalaga Tasta's mind seemed to be pressed down by a huge rock. He looked at Kitagawa on the court, with deep admiration flashing in his eyes, and sighed.
"Captain Beichuan's aura is much stronger than before!"
You know, for an intangible thing like momentum, it can not only put tremendous pressure on the opponent, but can even weaken the opponent's strength to a certain extent.
At this moment, almost every subtle movement and every look of Beichuan on the court was filled with strong momentum and majesty.
He just stood there quietly, but he gave people an unparalleled sharpness, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, making people dare not look directly at him.
Even though the game hasn't officially started yet, the momentum he displayed is already astonishing.
On the other side, Mansfield Alva also slowly walked to the side of the court.
His expression was solemn, with a hint of nervousness and unwillingness in his eyes, and then he fully unleashed his breath, momentum, and aura.
His appearance was like throwing a huge rock into the already surging waves, making them even more violent.
A violent wave of air surged up, like an overwhelming wave, sweeping away his momentum in an instant.
However, the next moment.
Mansfield Alva's face turned pale in an instant.
He clearly felt as if an invisible big hand was squeezing his throat tightly, his breathing became rapid, and his heart beat faster and faster.
Although he possessed top-level professional strength, facing Beichuan's terrifying aura, he seemed extremely uneasy and had no room for resistance.
"Can breath, momentum, and aura alone reach such a terrifying level?!"
Mansfield Alva was so shocked that he couldn't help but scream in his heart.
"Could it be that he has completely entered the master level?"
"Otherwise, this definitely doesn't seem like the power a normal person can display!"
For a moment, he felt mixed emotions and his face became increasingly ugly.
After all, the opponent hasn't really started to act yet. If the opponent launches an attack, the pressure on him will definitely increase again.
By then, it would probably be extremely difficult for him to even escape.
Before long, cold sweat began to break out on Mansfield Alva's forehead, and his body seemed to be stuck in the mud, unable to move.
I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like just a moment. He suddenly looked up, with a trace of awe and unwillingness in his eyes, and looked at Beichuan opposite him. He spoke solemnly in an extremely serious and solemn tone.
"You really haven't reached the master level before this, right?"
"And now I believe you must have reached the master level. Otherwise, it would be impossible for you to display such terrifying power!"
Hearing this, Beichuan curled up the corners of his mouth into a slight smile and responded slowly.
"Oh?"
"Your Excellency is much smarter than that scheming fellow this morning."
"It's just that what you said is somewhat different from reality. I didn't enter the master level on my own, but was forced into it."
As soon as these words were spoken, the pupils of Mansfield Alva opposite him suddenly contracted.
You know, in today's world tennis, the master level is a height that many professional players dream of but cannot reach. Only those gifted and extraordinary talents in the top ten of the ATP list can reach it.
But this seemingly naive first-year junior high school boy in front of him was actually a master at passive entry.
On the other hand, it also means that the other party has the ability to enter the master level at any time and anywhere, but he chose to enter in this way in order to lay a solid foundation.
At this moment, a word suddenly emerged in Mansfield Alva's mind - devil.
In fact, this is the only word that can be used to describe the young man in front of him who has a faint smile but possesses terrifying strength.
On the tennis court of the Sydney Cup Professional Challenge, the tense atmosphere should have become more intense as the game progressed. However, at this moment, it became a little subtle due to the conversation between the two players.
“Why is it passive entry?”
There was a hint of doubt and unwillingness that was hard to conceal in Mansfield Alva's voice. His eyes were fixed on the young man Beichuan in front of him, and his eyes flashed with complex emotions.
"Master level! That's the master level, the level that so many people dream of but cannot achieve."
Mansfield Alva's voice rose unconsciously, and he paced back and forth, waving his hands in the air, as if trying to express his inner shock and envy in this way.
The longing and helplessness contained in those words were like a flame, burning him and making the air around him seem to become scorching hot.