PDLP Chapter 644: Transformation of decay into magic: Light-hitting ball, the clown's poor acting sk
Chapter 644: Transformation of decay into magic: Light-hitting ball, the clown's poor acting sk
next moment.
Goldsmith Franklin on the court gasped.
He tried hard to calm himself down.
Then he spoke to Beichuan in a very serious and solemn manner.
"Then let's do as you wish, young man."
Goldsmith Franklin's voice was deep and powerful, with a barely perceptible rasp.
"Although winning or losing this match doesn't mean much to me, I do hope you can give me some pointers if I win."
As he spoke, he stared closely into Kitagawa's eyes, trying to see any emotion in those calm eyes.
He knew in his heart that the outcome of this game might no longer be important. His greatest desire at the moment was to learn something from Beichuan.
After all, if I could get guidance from a master-level player, maybe I could really reach the coveted master-level threshold.
Beichuan listened quietly to Goldsmith Franklin's words, and a gentle smile gradually appeared on his handsome face.
That smile was like a breeze, but it made Goldsmith Franklin's heart tremble slightly.
Beichuan didn't respond, just nodded slightly and turned to walk towards his serving area.
His pace was neither fast nor slow, each step was firm, and the racket swung casually in his hand, as if the upcoming intense game was just an ordinary training for him.
Looking at Beichuan's departing back, Goldsmith Franklin's heart beat faster.
In his opinion, Beichuan's attitude of neither refusing nor explicitly agreeing seemed to give him a glimmer of hope.
He gripped the racket tightly and did a few simple warm-up exercises on the spot, moving his shoulders and wrists, his eyes never leaving Beichuan.
At this time, the referee on the podium raised the silver whistle, put it to his lips and blew it hard.
The sharp whistle instantly penetrated the noise on the field and echoed throughout the stadium.
"Sydney Cup Pro Challenge Group A, Match 1, Kitagawa vs. Goldsmith Franklin, Kitagawa serves, match begins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderous cheer erupted from the stands. The audience stood up one after another, waving the items in their hands, and cheering for the players they supported.
As the whistle blew, the air in the stadium seemed to suddenly freeze.
Immediately afterwards, a low and terrifying roar came from Beichuan. The sound was like the roar of an ancient beast, which made people's eardrums hurt.
next moment.
A brilliant light suddenly burst out around Beichuan's body. The light was so dazzling that it was even more glaring than the midday sun.
The light spread rapidly around him, illuminating the entire stadium in an instant. The audience subconsciously squinted their eyes and used their hands to block the strong light.
Beichuan seemed to be wrapped in a golden halo, like a god of war descending to the earth in mythology.
"The realm of selflessness, the limit of a thousand hammers and a hundred tempers has been opened!"
Beichuan muttered in his heart, his eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, and the aura around him also changed drastically.
He raised his head and looked across the net to meet Goldsmith Franklin's gaze.
Just this one glance made Goldsmith Franklin feel an invisible pressure coming towards him, as if a mountain was pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Although he has been fighting in the world tennis arena for many years and has experienced countless fierce competitions, his face couldn't help but become solemn when facing Beichuan.
Goldsmith Franklin quickly adjusted his posture, with his feet apart, one in front and one behind, firmly planted on the ground in a horse stance, his knees slightly bent to lower his center of gravity.
He gripped the middle of the racket with both hands, held it horizontally in front of him, and tensed his arm muscles, ready to receive Kitagawa's serve.
He stared at Beichuan without blinking, not daring to blink even once, for fear of missing any move of the other party.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Kitagawa hit the tennis ball rhythmically with his racket. The crisp sound was particularly clear in the quiet stadium, and each sound seemed to knock on Goldsmith Franklin's heart.
Suddenly, Beichuan threw the tennis ball high into the air. The tennis ball sparkled brightly under the sunlight, like a golden light, rising quickly into the sky.
Beichuan bent his knees slightly, his body like a fully drawn bow, accumulating strength.
Then, he suddenly exerted force, pushed the ground with his legs, and rushed into the air like a cannonball.
His body stretched to the extreme in the air, and his slender limbs drew graceful arcs in the air, as if merging with the sky.
He was looking down at the entire stadium from a high vantage point, his eyes filled with an air of contempt for the world.
this moment.
The powerful aura emanating from his body swept up all the dust on the surface of the court, forming a small dust cloud that surrounded him.
Goldsmith Franklin's pupils suddenly contracted. He had never seen such an amazing serving posture.
I saw Beichuan swinging the racket in his hand fiercely in front of the sun. At that moment, time seemed to stop.
The tennis ball flashed past like an arrow, at a speed that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, leaving behind a bright light, like a second sun streaking across the sky.
Wherever the tennis ball passed, the air was violently compressed, making a sharp whistling sound. The space seemed to be briefly distorted, and the light became disordered.
This is a vertical smash light serve, a powerful variation of the light serve!
The hot tennis ball was like a meteorite falling at high speed. It passed over the net and crashed to the ground in the blink of an eye.
The deafening crash was like a thunderclap, and a huge air wave, centered on the point where the tennis ball landed, swept towards Goldsmith Franklin one after another like ripples of a shock wave.
Goldsmith Franklin was still immersed in the shocking scene before him when a flash of light suddenly flashed by and flew towards him at a high speed.
That's the bouncing tennis ball!
Looking at the oncoming tennis ball, a complex emotion of excitement, desire and fear suddenly rose in his eyes.