PDLP Chapter 511: Turning decay into magic, the common light shot shocked the whole audience
Chapter 511: Turning decay into magic, the common light shot shocked the whole audience
The next moment.
A. Frankensteiner stood behind the serving line.
He took a deep breath, raised his arm high like a precise catapult, and threw the tennis ball rapidly into the air.
As the tennis ball rose, its speed gradually slowed down, as if it was playing a tug-of-war with gravity. Finally, when it reached the highest point, it hovered in the air for a short time, like a pearl inlaid against the background of the blue sky.
At the same time, A. Frankensteiner's leg muscles were tense, like a cheetah ready to pounce.
He suddenly jumped up, and his body drew a beautiful parabola in the air.
The racket in his hand, as he swung it forcefully, was like a flash of black lightning, accompanied by a whistling wind, as it swung rapidly towards the tennis ball.
"boom!"
A crisp and loud crash suddenly exploded in the tennis hall. The sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting people's hearts heavily.
The sound of the collision continued to echo in the empty venue, with the lingering sound.
Along with the sound of impact, the brilliant light on the racket face was like a firework that bloomed in an instant, dazzling and eye-catching.
The light was golden in color, with strands of silver light flickering on the edges, as if the essence of the sun was condensed on this small racket surface.
The tennis ball that was hit was like a ignited fireball, surrounded by blazing light, and rushed towards the opposite side at an almost crazy speed.
The trajectory it streaked across the sky was like a golden meteor, with a long tail, making it difficult for people to keep up with its speed.
This is the legendary light shot, a skill that is hailed as world-class in the tennis world. Now in the hands of A. Frankensteiner, it shows its unique charm and power.
"Just hitting the ball! World-class skills!"
Around the court, a young man with eyes as big as bells shouted at the top of his voice.
His voice instantly broke the calm, like a huge rock thrown into the lake, causing ripples.
"They're attacking with all their might from the start...but can this level of skill really cause any trouble for Kitagawa?"
A tall and thin high school player frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of worry and doubt, and he slowly spoke.
His voice was low and hoarse, and seemed a little weak amid the noisy discussions around him, but it was clearly heard by those around him.
"To be honest, the light hitting skills displayed by national-level strength are only slightly effective for those below the professional level."
A stern teenager in casual clothes crossed his arms in front of his chest, with a hint of disdain on his face, and said with a curled lip.
His tone was full of confidence, as if he knew the power of this skill very well.
"Yeah! After all, it's just an advanced application of sweet spot technology."
A young man wearing glasses nearby echoed this, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, his eyes revealing both familiarity and contempt for this skill.
"..."
Various discussions echoed around the court like a tide, one wave after another.
Everyone watching the game was suddenly in an uproar.
Some people were surprised that A. Frankensteiner showed off his world-class skills by just hitting the ball at the beginning.
The other group of people were not optimistic about this shining shot. They had calm and rational expressions on their faces. Some shook their heads slightly, while others whispered to each other, as if they had already seen through the essence of this ball.
The number of people holding the two views is completely one-sided, and it is obvious that more people hold the latter view.
In their opinion, although hitting the ball alone is a world-class skill, it seems far from enough to pose a threat to Kitagawa if A. Frankensteiner displays national-level strength.
However, this speculation does not have to wait long.
Even in the next moment, the answer was revealed.
Kitagawa was seen on the court, wearing the Swiss U-17 team uniform, with an upright and leisurely posture.
He held the racket casually in both hands, and the racket turned gently between his fingers, as if it were not a fighting weapon but a part of his body.
He looked at the ball of light flying towards him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an expression that seemed to be a smile. There was a hint of confidence and calmness in that smile, as if everything was under his control.
He swung the racket in his hand casually, the movement seemed slow and nonchalant, like a willow branch swaying gently in the breeze.
However, this seemingly casual wave contains endless power.
The originally dazzling ball of light instantly went out the moment it hit the racket, as if the light was instantly extinguished by an invisible big hand.
It disappeared so suddenly and cleanly, without leaving a trace, as if the light had been blown out by the gods.
And this is not the end. After the light went out, the next moment, a bright light appeared, as if to illuminate the entire tennis stadium.
It was also a light shot, but Kitagawa's shot, which was extremely casual, showed several times more power than that of A. Frankensteiner.
This light is brighter and more eye-catching than the previous one.
It appears to be an almost dazzling white, and the light seems to be mixed with a faint blue halo, as if it is a mysterious power coming from the depths of the universe.
It flashed by so fast that it was almost impossible to capture its figure, leaving only a blurry light and shadow in the air.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying roar was heard.
The sound was like millions of elephants galloping, or like the roar of a volcano erupting, which hurt people's eardrums. The entire tennis stadium seemed to tremble slightly at the loud noise.
Heavy air waves continued to roll in all directions, like surging waves, hitting the coast.
Wherever the wind waves went, people's hair was blown wildly and their clothes were rustling.
Even people standing far away could clearly feel the impact. The force was like an invisible big hand, pushing their bodies hard.
"So strong!!!"
At this moment, the eyes of the onlookers suddenly became solemn, and they no longer had the attitude of watching a show as before.
Their eyes were filled with shock and awe, and their mouths were slightly open, as if they had seen an existence beyond their cognition.
Although he guessed that the light shot would not cause any trouble to Beichuan, the fact that he took it so casually and even casually displayed an even more powerful light shot showed that this was no longer a gap in strength, but a gap in essence, that is, a huge difference in basics.
Of course, even in the face of such a huge goal, A. Frankensteiner still did not give up directly.
His eyes revealed a firmness and stubbornness, as if expressing his determination to never give up easily.
He then held the middle of the racket with both hands, and his feet rushed towards the tennis ball as quickly as if they were equipped with springs.
His body leaned forward slightly, and each step he took was firm and powerful, and the dust on the ground flew up with his footsteps.
In fact, this shot was not intended to avoid the opponent, but it was obvious that the tennis ball was intended to pass through the opponent.
As the distance between the two narrowed, the shock wave felt by A. Frankensteiner became stronger.
The powerful force was like an invisible wall, pressing tightly against him, causing his breathing to become rapid.
His cheeks flushed slightly from the exertion, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, wetting his eyelashes.
He even wondered if he would be blown away by the terrifying shock wave when he reached the tennis ball, as helpless as a light feather in the wind.
But it seems that Beichuan doesn't intend to end the game so hastily.