Tennis: Bind Longma at the beginning, double the return

Chapter 524: No more playing, let’s end it

"Schneider!"

Berti suddenly said, "Let's finish the game as soon as possible. It's really boring if we don't play anymore."

The language spoken is German.

Gaisel Jackson and the other two didn't understand.

Schneider rubbed his big fat face and smiled awkwardly: "Is it going to end so soon? I feel like we can still play a little longer. After all, this is a friendly match, so we have to show off."

Berti said calmly, "They want to watch the captain's game or QP's. Our group is too weak. If it drags on for too long, the audience's enthusiasm will drop a lot."

"Okay then~"

Schneider patted his stomach, looking helpless.

boom-!

The dull sound of impact echoed throughout the arena.

Schneider looked at the flying ball with a smile, and then his chubby body suddenly swung the racket towards the air.

The roar suddenly filled the entire venue.

The ball just bounced off the ground and was hit hard by Schneider's racket.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

In the eyes of Gaisel Jackson and Clive Miller, an inexplicable sense of oppression enveloped the entire arena.

In a trance, Schneider's body size enlarged a lot, completely covering the entire backcourt.

"Has it appeared? Dharmadhatu Heaven and Earth."

Lin Nan teased.

QP asked in confusion: "What is the Dharma Realm?"

"Daxia culture is extensive and profound. When you reach my age, you will understand."

"Aren't you younger than me?"

“Don’t worry about the details~”

The tennis ball flew across the half court with a terrifying tiger roar, and the blow with super strong power rushed directly towards Gaisel Jackson. The entire center net shook noticeably, which was far more terrifying than the previous counterattack.

"This ball!"

Gazel Jackson swallowed.

In a trance.

The ball was getting bigger and bigger, which created a sense of oppression on him psychologically, and this sense of oppression was intensifying.

"There is absolutely no way to fight back!"

Fear overwhelmed reason, and Gaisel Jackson had no courage to fight back. He could only watch the tennis ball hit him.

Just when he thought he was going to be hit by the ball, a cool breeze passed by him.

The tennis ball easily passed through Gazel Jackson's defense and bounced off the ground.

"The German team scores, the score is 30:0!"

The referee's announcement of the score woke Gaisel Jackson up.

"Damn it!"

Gaisel Jackson looked pale.

I was so scared that I completely forgot to fight back.

"Next ball, next ball must be hit back!"

Gaisel Jackson made a decision secretly and then hit the serve.

There was a boom.

Schneider on the opposite field completed the counterattack again.

Just like the last ball, the ball grew bigger and bigger, completely covering him.

"bring it on!"

Gazel Jackson roared.

He ignored the shadow of the giant tennis ball and just rushed forward, smashing the tennis ball hard with both hands.

Ralph's face changed and he shouted, "No!"

Obondu, Hopkins and others were all stunned. They never expected that Gaisel Jackson would be so arrogant.

Can I go up then?

It's too late to remind you.

No one expected Gaisel Jackson to do this.

The tennis ball has already hit 111's racket.

The moment the racket hit the tennis ball, 111's pupils shrank, a terrible force surged into his arms, and his muscles trembled uncontrollably.

What followed was a tearing pain.

There was a loud bang.

The force of the ball exploded at the moment of impact, and the terrifying force instantly spread from the racket to Gaisel Jackson's entire body.

"Uh-huh!"

A scream.

Gaisel Jackson's feet left the ground, and his whole body was lifted up by the force of the ball, flying suddenly towards the backcourt.

Then it smashed heavily on the wall, and even the billboard shook.

"My God, this force is so terrifying."

"We were not on the court, so the feeling was not that obvious. Now it seems that it makes sense that Gaisel Jackson had such a hard time returning the ball. The force was really terrifying."

"It shouldn't be just that. Judging from the force, Schneider's counterattack was much heavier."

There were exclamations from the sidelines.

Everyone in the stands stared at the field in a daze, their faces filled with shock.

They couldn't believe their eyes.

The giant aura can only be seen by the players on the field, so in the eyes of the audience, Schneider just hit a loud flat shot without any visual effects.

"Schneider, although he focuses on attacking and defending, his own strength is very scary."

"All the teams that have played against them said that Schneider's counterattacks are so terrible that they even make people think that they can't fight back."

"But compared to Schneider..."

Hopkins said solemnly, "I am more worried about Berti. Rumor has it that all doubles matches in professional competitions end with Berti being killed."

Apparently Hopkins was overthinking it.

There was no need to wait for Berti to kill the game. Snyder defeated Gaisel Jackson and Clive Miller with his personal ability alone.

On the playing field.

Gaisel Jackson struggled to get up, his hands were visibly red and swollen.

The look he gave Schneider was full of astonishment.

He thought the ball would be very powerful, but he never thought it would send him flying!

"Gazelle Jackson, are you okay?"

Clive Miller hurried over.

The latter shook his head and walked back to the baseline with difficulty.

The game continues.

However, Berti and the other two, who did not hold back at all, were no match for Sanada.

Boom~Boom~Boom~

The roars sounded one after another.

boom-!

The German combination scored, the score was 1:0!

.....

boom-!

The German combination scored, the score was 2:0!

.....

boom-!

The German combination scored, the score was 4:0!

.....

boom-!

The German combination scored, the score was 5:0!

.....

There is only one round left before the end of the game.

At this time, Gaisel Jackson's condition was very bad. His arms couldn't even hold the racket, and there were obvious muscle tears in his arm muscles.

"Damn, damn!"

Clive Miller looked at the opponent anxiously.

Or rather, looking at Berti.

Because up to now in the game, Berti has only taken a handful of shots, but each time he scored with extreme simplicity.

Just a slight swing of the racket or a block would render Clive Miller and the other man helpless.

of course.

The real trouble is Schneider.

The sense of oppression brought by Schneider left them with no more time to think about other things and they could only resist tiringly.

With the last few balls in play.

The final score was 6:0!

The second one was 6:0.

Although their team lost the game, there was still applause in the stadium.

Because no one had any hope of winning from the beginning.

Moreover, the gap in strength between the two sides was too great, so it was reasonable even if they lost miserably.

Snyder walked to the front court, ready to extend his hand to shake hands with the other party, but when he saw Gaisel Jackson's arm hanging naturally, he had to retract it.

It's been a long time since I competed with such a weak opponent, so I didn't hold back.