sbdcsierra Chapter 556: Boring and unoriginal attempts, Beichuan's iron fist
Chapter 556: Boring and unoriginal attempts, Beichuan's iron fist
Chapter 556: Boring and unoriginal attempts, Beichuan's iron fist
"Jack Ferdinand, captain of the England U-17 national team."
Jack Ferdinand looked at Beichuan opposite him with a serious and earnest expression, and spoke in a very solemn voice.
His voice was low and powerful, as if carrying an invisible force, echoing in the air.
He is tall and mighty, with well-developed muscles, like a warrior walking out of the battlefield, exuding a powerful aura.
However, the moment his eyes met Beichuan's, an inexplicable pressure surged from the bottom of his heart, causing his heartbeat to accelerate unconsciously.
Although he tried his best to remain calm, he could not hide the hint of nervousness and uneasiness in his eyes.
It is worth mentioning that although Jack Ferdinand looks rough and generous, giving people a carefree feeling, in fact, he is extremely meticulous in his heart.
Among power-type players, most tend to win by relying on their great strength and bravery, but are relatively lacking in strategy and thinking.
Jack Ferdinand is different. In addition to his strong physique and great strength, he also has delicate thinking and keen insight. He is good at observing the weaknesses of his opponents during the game and formulating corresponding tactics.
This trait is also very rare in British tennis, which is mostly composed of technical players.
In the British tennis world that focuses on technical sophistication, Jack Ferdinand stands out with his perfect combination of strength and wisdom, becoming a core figure of the British U-17 team.
"Kitagawa, captain of the Swiss U-17 national team."
Beichuan looked at Jack Ferdinand with a smile that was full of confidence and calmness, just like the warm spring sun, warm and full of power.
He took a step forward and extended his right hand, his movements graceful and natural, showing good athletic demeanor.
However, at the moment when the two sides shook hands, a trace of imperceptible cunning flashed in Jack Ferdinand's eyes, and he suddenly exerted force with his arms, trying to give Beichuan a warning in this way and suppress the opponent in momentum.
Beichuan noticed the changes in the other party's hands, and looked at Jack Ferdinand with a serious face, and couldn't help but chuckle.
The laughter was clear and pleasant, with a hint of mockery, floating in the air.
Then, Beichuan tilted his head slightly, looked directly into Jack Ferdinand's eyes, and said, "Captain Ferdinand, are you sure you want to compete in strength here?"
Disdain and sneer were revealed in his eyes without any concealment, like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, cold and sharp.
In fact, Beichuan has long been accustomed to this trick of opponents using force during pre-match handshakes and feels extremely annoyed.
On the one hand, the core of tennis games lies in the use of skills, speed, reaction and tactics. Simply competing in strength is meaningless on the court.
On the other hand, this form of provocation is too old-fashioned and lacks novelty. In Kitagawa's view, it seems very childish and ridiculous.
However, since Jack Ferdinand took the initiative, Beichuan didn't mind playing along.
After all, in the next game, he had intended to end the battle quickly and end this somewhat boring game quickly with fierce offensive and powerful strength.
Thinking of this, Beichuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and decided to play this childish game with Jack Ferdinand first.
next moment.
"how is this possible?"
Jack Ferdinand couldn't help but blurt out, with a look of astonishment on his face.
He originally thought that with his strong physique and powerful strength, he could easily suppress Beichuan, but the reality was very different from his expectations.
Beichuan's seemingly thin body seemed to contain endless power, and that power was like surging waves, rushing towards him one after another.
Jack Ferdinand was startled and quickly adjusted his expression, trying to regain his composure. At the same time, he increased the strength of his hands to try to save the situation.
"Since Captain Beichuan has already reached the master level, he must be able to glimpse the deeper aspects of himself."
Jack Ferdinand stared into Kitagawa's eyes and spoke calmly, with a hint of inquiry and provocation in his eyes.
He not only wanted to determine who was stronger in terms of strength, but also tried to use words to disrupt Beichuan's mind, find the opponent's flaws, and increase his chances of winning the upcoming game.
"Haha~~~"
Beichuan chuckled, his laughter still relaxed and comfortable, as if nothing in the world could affect his mood.
"Being bored doesn't mean being afraid."
He spoke slowly, his voice not loud but firm and powerful, echoing in the air like a huge bell.
"It's just that I don't like being beaten passively."
A sharp light flashed in Beichuan's eyes. He stopped arguing with Jack Ferdinand and immediately increased the strength of his hands.
In an instant, Jack Ferdinand felt as if his palm was tightly grasped by a giant hand made of steel, unable to move.
A powerful force came from Beichuan's palm, like an unstoppable torrent, hitting his arms and making his body tremble slightly.
His expression instantly became solemn, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, sparkling in the sunlight.
He gritted his teeth and tried to resist. The muscles in his arms tensed up and the veins bulged like twisted earthworms.
However, Beichuan's strength grew stronger and stronger, and he felt as if his palm was about to be crushed. The pain was almost unbearable for him.
His face gradually turned red, spreading from his cheeks to his ears and then to his neck, and his whole body trembled slightly due to the exertion.
His palm began to deform and his fingers twisted together as if they were about to break.
Faced with Beichuan's suffocating power, Jack Ferdinand felt like an ant, struggling in the storm but powerless.
After only a few seconds, Jack Ferdinand could no longer withstand the huge force and his palm loosened involuntarily.
His palms turned red from the force he had just exerted, and his fingers were numb and almost numb.
He was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with shock and unwillingness.
At the same time, Beichuan let go of his hand, still with a faint smile on his face, as if everything that had just happened was just a relaxing game.
He chuckled and walked towards his seat at a leisurely pace, leaving Jack Ferdinand standing there blankly, looking at his back with mixed feelings.
"What a powerful force."
Jack Ferdinand whispered to himself, with a tremor in his voice.
"Could it be that he has really reached the master level?"
His expression turned serious again, and he was filled with worry about the upcoming game.
He knew very well that he would be facing an extremely powerful opponent, and this game was destined to be full of challenges and extremely difficult.