PDLP Chapter 607: Points Race? High-Frequency Battles, Beichuan's Invincibility
Chapter 607: Points Race? High-Frequency Battles, Beichuan's Invincibility
Speaking of it.
There was a slight commotion.
Some people were talking in low voices, some frowned, silently calculating the difficulty of the competition in their hearts; some clenched their fists, with fighting spirit burning in their eyes.
Brand didn't interrupt anyone. When the discussion died down a bit, he continued.
"Then the same process continued, and after fierce competition, the final 16 players were decided in the third round of the main competition."
"After that, these 16 players will compete in one-on-one qualifying matches, with each match deciding the winner, until the final to determine the champion of this Sydney Cup Professional Challenge."
After Brand finished explaining the relevant regulations of the Sydney Cup Professional Challenge, the lounge fell into silence.
Only then did everyone understand the cruelty of international competitions.
Even a rookie competition like the Sydney Cup Professional Challenge is extremely cruel.
Just the three tournaments alone will require nine matchups.
If we lose any of these 9 matches, we will most likely be eliminated due to the points disadvantage, and all previous efforts will be wasted.
Immediately afterwards, Brand took the Swiss U-17 team back to the hotel.
The hotel was not far from the competition venue. Along the way, everyone was silent, each thinking about their own things.
After returning to the hotel, the room was filled with a solemn atmosphere, but it was soon broken.
During these few days, the Swiss U-17 team did not delay training.
In the gym, the sounds of equipment colliding echoed one after another, and the team members ran hard on the treadmills, their clothes soaked with sweat;
On the tennis training court, the sound of tennis balls hitting rackets was endless, and everyone was concentrating on practicing various hitting techniques.
After all, they will have to participate in the U-17 World Cup tour with the Liberty State U-17 team, which is aiming for the U-17 World Cup big 4.
At the same time, the U-17 World Cup finals will also need to be held afterwards.
So even during this gap, they don't want to waste time.
Time flies during the intense training, and a few days go by in a flash.
Finally, the Sydney Cup Professional Challenge officially kicked off.
On the day of the competition, Sydney Olympic Park was bustling with activity. A large number of fans flocked to the stadium and the stands were filled with spectators from all over the world. They waved flags and shouted the names of the players they supported. The atmosphere was extremely warm.
On the big electronic screen, the names of the contestants kept scrolling, and Beichuan was drawn into the 11th group.
Today's game is the three-match match time in Beichuan.
At this moment, the sun was shining brightly above the court, the white sidelines were particularly eye-catching in the sun, and the cheers and shouts from the audience were like waves, one after another.
Beichuan stood near the baseline. He was wearing a simple sportswear, with an upright posture and calmness and confidence in his eyes.
Opposite him was a professional-level adult player named Jeremiah Modima.
Although Modima has reached the regular professional level, he is relatively ordinary among adult players, and is even inferior to some junior high school players of the Swiss U-17 team.
If he were in other groups, he might still have a chance of advancing, but now he is facing Beichuan, who can enter the master level at any time, and the final result is basically determined.
With the referee's whistle, the game begins.
Beichuan threw the tennis ball high up, leaned back slightly, and then swung the racket quickly. The moment the racket hit the tennis ball, a crisp sound was heard.
The tennis ball suddenly shot out, and the brilliant light blooming from it illuminated the entire court almost in an instant.
The light was so dazzling that it caused exclamations from the audience.
Vast waves of air slammed into Jeremiah Modima on the opposite side one after another.
Looking ahead, the tennis ball had already flown in front of him.
However, facing this ball, Jeremiah Modima was sweating all over at this moment, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Even the jersey he was wearing was soaked and stuck tightly to his body.
The rapid breathing seemed to become the main melody on the court.
When he saw the glowing ball, his eyes were filled with intense fear.
As a professional-level adult player, he is actually not unfamiliar with the professional-level skill of light hitting. In fact, with his strength, he can also perform light hitting.
However, Kitagawa's light shots seemed to turn decay into magic. Each ball was filled with unparalleled power, and just facing it could make one feel unbearable fear.
For an instant.
boom! ! !
A loud roar suddenly arose above the court.
The tennis ball shot towards him and hit the racket held by Jeremiah Modima directly.
Faced with such a powerful blow, even though Jeremiah Modima released the racket in his hand immediately, the racket could not hold on to the tennis ball and it broke in just an instant.
Immediately afterwards, the tennis ball hit him directly in the chest.
With a hissing sound, Jeremiah Modima flew out horizontally and hit the wire mesh directly.
"Ah ah ah ah ah......"
He roared at the top of his lungs, and the uncontrollable pain made him twitch unconsciously.
The medical staff at the scene rushed forward to check on the situation, but it didn't take long before Modima fainted.
At this point, Beichuan easily won the first round-robin match of the Sydney Cup Professional Challenge.
"It's unbelievable! I still can't believe he's just a first-year junior high school student."
"As expected, those who have touched the threshold of the master level are simply not something that the professional level can challenge."
"This is a gap that's difficult to bridge! From the preliminaries until now, Kitagawa has only been able to perform light shots."
"That's right! Every light ball hits like a nuclear bomb. It's hard to imagine!"
"..."
The spectators around the stadium were talking about it.
Although they have been shocked by Beichuan's strength time and time again, they still find it difficult to suppress their amazement every time they witness a crushing game.
However, for Beichuan, he was already accustomed to hearing these words of exclamation and praise.
He wouldn't care about these words at all.
His tone and expression were as calm and gentle as usual. He simply bowed to the audience, then turned and left the court, heading to the dugout to prepare for the next game.
After this game is over, Beichuan’s second game will not start until an hour later.