sbdcsierra Chapter 646: Stop playing with the table, the powerful Zhang Yuquan
Chapter 646: Stop playing with the table, the powerful Zhang Yuquan
In contrast, at this moment.
The entire audience fell into an extremely strange silence.
In the huge venue, only light breathing sounds and occasional heartbeats could be heard.
It was as if the ball just now was an unimaginable punishment bestowed upon the mortal world by the gods. Just watching it from a distance was enough to make people suffocate.
The audience's eyes were focused on the huge deep pit on the court.
The pit was half a meter deep, with jagged edges and rolled up soil, as if it had been smashed out by some huge force.
Add to that the servile Goldsmith Franklin, and the scene is simply shocking.
Because no matter which one it is, it is difficult to see it in such a world-class event.
"This, this, this...isn't this too horrible?" said a spectator in a trembling voice, his body leaning back slightly, as if he wanted to stay away from the deep pit.
"I even wonder if he wants to completely wipe out Goldsmith Franklin?" another audience member said with wide eyes and a look of horror on his face.
"I don't even have the mind to worry about the safety of Goldsmith Franklin on the court, because my hands and feet are shaking!" A middle-aged man gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.
"It's outrageous. An adult, and a veteran professional player, is acting like a bootlicker who wants to take advantage of the opportunity to build relationships." A young girl frowned, her face full of disbelief.
"Stop talking. I feel like I'm completely disconnected from this world now..." someone else muttered to himself.
The onlookers exclaimed in surprise one after another, and emotions such as shock, horror, and disbelief kept surfacing in their hearts.
However, even in such a situation, the audience looked at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Although their limbs were trembling slightly, cold sweat continued to flow from their foreheads, soaking the hair at their temples.
Even the gazes towards Kitagawa on the court were filled with fear and admiration.
I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed like only a moment.
As everyone gradually came to their senses, Beichuan's twitching mouth corners on the court gradually returned to normal.
He took a deep breath, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and looked at Goldsmith Franklin who was ready to fight on, and said with a helpless tone.
"Senior Franklin, can you please play seriously?"
"Besides, I'm too young to make decisions about the HERO Tennis Club."
As he finished speaking, Goldsmith Franklin straightened his back, a serious expression on his face, and replied.
"Mr. Kitagawa, I have been extremely serious from the beginning to the end."
As he spoke, he patted his chest and said, "As for what you said, although I have the intention, I have never thought of asking for help in such a shameful way."
After saying this, Goldsmith Franklin went off the court to change into a new racket.
He picked up the racket, weighed it lightly in his hand, a slightly excited expression on his face, then swung it hard, the racket cut through the air, making a "whoosh" sound, and then he continued back to his position on the court, his eyes full of fighting spirit.
"..."
At this moment, Beichuan was completely speechless.
He looked at the stubborn veteran player in front of him and thought to himself.
In fact, the person in front of him was able to achieve this under the strong motivation of his own purpose, which showed that his mind was extremely strong.
Such mentally tough people are either pure in heart or will do anything to achieve their goals.
As for the Goldsmith Franklin in front of him, Beichuan didn't believe that he was a simple-minded guy.
First of all, the opponent is an adult veteran professional player, and he is also a veteran top professional level player.
Aren’t the people on the list coming to the Sydney Cup Professional Challenge, a rookie competition, just to harvest points?
Do you think a person who bullies the weak can have a pure heart?
As for letting the HERO Tennis Club accept this person who has exhausted his potential but is full of thoughts, not only would no one else in the tennis club do it, even Beichuan, who has not yet taken over, would not give it any consideration.
What a joke, tennis itself is a sport that values talent and age.
Even though HERO Tennis Club is one of the top three largest tennis clubs in the world, it is not a place where stupid people have a lot of money.
"Since senior says so," Beichuan said softly with a calm expression, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.
"Then I can only let Senior lie down in the hospital for a while."
Hear the words.
"what?!"
Goldsmith Franklin was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face froze instantly.
The main reason was that he had not expected that the young man in front of him would be so difficult to deceive. His mental level was beyond his imagination.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to refute. He could only stand there blankly, looking at Beichuan's determined eyes, with an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.
Because of this moment.
Beichuan was surrounded by a faint milky white halo, hazy and dreamy, like translucent silk gently wrapping around his body, and the flowing light seemed to fluctuate slightly as if it had life.
This bizarre sight was far from over. The halo began to surge and condense, gradually transforming into a dazzling light. That light seemed to contain pure joy, and just one glance could make people feel indescribable happiness.
This is one of the three gates deep in the realm of selflessness - the limit of perfection.
Just as the tennis ball was about to touch the ground, the light on Kitagawa's body suddenly changed.
The original joyful atmosphere dissipated, replaced by a dim light that made people feel inexplicably lonely.
"Ming Xiang!"
Following a low shout, the light transformed again, becoming completely different from the previous two.
And this feast of light continued. In an instant, the three kinds of light blended together and entangled with each other, bursting out with an even more powerful aura.
The changes did not end there, but instead reached an even more shocking climax.
Above the sky, a huge portal slowly appeared. With a "creak", a low hum seemed to come from ancient times, heavy and long, striking the depths of the soul.
"Tap..."
The distinct sound of footsteps echoed across the court and reached Goldsmith Franklin's ears, like a thunderclap that shook his whole body.
The next second, a figure shrouded in light slowly walked out of the portal. The moment the figure appeared, the wind and clouds changed color.
Through the dazzling light, you can vaguely see spots of bright red, like the blood of gods spilled on the earth, mysterious and terrifying.
Beichuan slowly raised the racket in his hand.
“Boom—” A terrifying aura burst out from his body, and its momentum rose steadily like a surging tide.
The pressure, which was initially as fierce as a prison and an abyss, gradually became invisible and intangible, but it made people feel an irresistible fear from the bottom of their hearts, as if they were facing the laws of heaven and earth.
"Boom!"
The tennis ball was thrown into the air, and in an instant, the dust in the court vibrated and jumped up, suspended in the air.
Where Beichuan jumped up, ripples began to form with him as the center. Dust spread like waves and ripples bloomed layer by layer.
When it spread to its limit, it suddenly gathered back towards the center. The sky and the earth seemed to change color at this moment, as if God had sent down a punishment from heaven.
A huge vortex quickly enveloped the entire stadium, blocking out the sky and the sun, making it impossible for the people watching outside to see what was happening inside.
In a flash, a flash of extreme light burst out in the vortex, and the light broke through the vortex. Even outside the stadium, everyone could clearly feel the heart-pounding power.