PDLP Chapter 538: A Stunning Show of Strength in World Tennis
Chapter 538: A Stunning Show of Strength in World Tennis
The audience in the audience seats at the London Sports Center in the UK suddenly felt a chill.
The chill was like blowing from the Arctic glaciers, penetrating their bodies directly, making everyone feel as if they were covered in ice and snow, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.
His teeth chattered and his hands tightly grasped the armrests of the seat, as if this could give him a sense of security.
It is no exaggeration to say that these British audiences, who were furious and aggressive just a second ago, were frightened by this tiny tennis ball.
This goal was like a loud slap in their faces, making them see the reality clearly and understand the terrifying strength of the seemingly gentle Beichuan in front of them.
The next moment, the entire London Sports Center fell into complete silence.
The originally noisy stadium was now eerily quiet, so quiet that one could clearly hear the sound of a pin drop.
No one dared to say a word at this time, for fear that any movement would once again anger Beichuan, who was like a god of war in the center of the field.
A terrifying picture involuntarily emerged in everyone's mind: What would happen if a tennis ball that could shatter a wall into pieces and create huge deep pits and cracks all around hit a person?
How can the fragile human body compare to the hardness of steel and concrete?
Anyone with a brain would have reacted quickly, and the final result would have been disastrous.
In fact, no one expected that in the face of such a strong attack from Beichuan, these British audiences who called themselves a fighting nation would surrender so quickly.
They sat quietly and obediently in their seats, not daring to make a sound, like a group of tamed sheep.
Their bodies remained rigidly in one position, and even moving was extremely difficult, as if their bodies had been nailed firmly to their seats by fear.
Their eyes were filled with fear and awe, and from time to time they would secretly glance at Beichuan in the center of the field, afraid of attracting his attention.
At this time, even the players of the Swiss U-17 team were stunned by Kitagawa's action.
"Oh my god..."
Albert Federer swallowed frantically, and the sound of his throat moving was particularly clear in the silent arena.
His eyes were wide and his face was filled with shock.
In a very low voice, as if afraid of being overheard, he said to Pete Lambiel beside him, "The Captain is really reassuring. By the way, why is the Captain suddenly so irritable, out of character? Pete, did you anger the Captain?"
However, this time Pete Lambiel ignored Albert Federer.
He just frowned slightly, his thick eyebrows twisted into a deep "chuan" character, and his eyes revealed a hint of solemnity and deep thought.
He clenched his hands subconsciously, as if trying to figure out why Beichuan would choose to attack so aggressively at this time.
"It seems the minister wants to make a show of force!"
Tokugawa Kazuya looked calm and spoke in a low voice, but with a convincing calmness.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Beichuan in the center of the field, and continued in a low voice.
"After all, if everyone were to use someone like Clark to secretly attack them like the British U-17 team did, then honestly, even professional players would be vulnerable to being shot in the knee, let alone us."
"Although Xiu has defeated Keith and recruited Clarke, Junior Beichuan still needs to consider this aspect."
"So, Kitagawa chose to do this in front of thousands of people, in front of other countries' U-17 teams who came to inquire about the situation."
As he spoke, he shook his head slightly, as if admiring Beichuan's decisiveness and wisdom.
At this time, Kirihara Akaya came over with his arm around her shoulder, with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Tokugawa-senpai."
He said with a grin, "What you said is a little wrong. It shouldn't be called 'beating the mountain to scare the tiger,' but 'beating the fake gentleman to suppress the scoundrels.'"
After he finished speaking, Tokugawa Kazuya remained silent.
He turned his head slightly and glanced at Kirihara Akaya, thinking to himself that although this kid's cultural level was a bit low, what he said made sense and that was indeed what he meant.
He gently patted Kirihara Akaya's shoulder, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.
"team leader."
Akutsu glanced at the people who were discussing the matter.
Then he calmly spoke to Beichuan, his tone as if he was stating a perfectly normal matter, "Staff from the organizer and the International Tennis Association are here."
Hearing this, Beichuan just said "hmm" softly, nodded, and then slowly put away the racket in his hand.
His movements were neither hurried nor slow, yet revealed a calmness and confidence, as if the scene that had just shocked the entire audience was just a trivial matter to him.
His eyes were calm and deep, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
When the staff saw Beichuan put away the racket, their tense nerves finally relaxed and they breathed a sigh of relief.
The heart that was originally hanging in my throat gradually calmed down at this moment.
Their foreheads were covered with sweat and their faces were slightly pale. It was obvious that they were frightened by Beichuan's actions.
At this moment, all the staff members were feeling fortunate that this incident did not lead to any major incidents or problems.
However, verbal instructions are still necessary, after all, this is their responsibility.
Of course, because of Beichuan's background, these staff members are unlikely to take any substantial punishment against Beichuan.
They all knew that Beichuan was not someone that ordinary people could easily provoke.
At best, these reminders were just a pretense for the British audience present to comfort them.
However, after giving the instructions, these staff members hurriedly left, and there seemed to be a hint of panic in their steps.
They looked back at Beichuan from time to time, their eyes full of fear, fearing that if they stayed any longer, they would get into trouble again.
In the audience, the Spanish U-17 team is standing next to them.
"hehe......"
Mars de Colón gazed at Kitagawa on the court with a burning gaze, his eyes revealing a mixture of admiration and curiosity. "He's trying to shock the enemy with a show of force, quite overbearing indeed. But in this world, strength reigns supreme, and only with strength can one have the final say."
As he spoke, he gave an ambiguous smile to Echizen Ryuga beside him, and that smile seemed to hide many unknown thoughts.
He tilted his head slightly and looked at Beichuan carefully, as if he wanted to see through him.