noffsinger Chapter 891 Want to counterattack?
Chapter 891 Want to counterattack?
Even Schneider just stood in the frontcourt without making any moves.
Each of Berti's counterattacks was like a thunderbolt, bringing a real shock wave, leaving his opponent with no courage to fight back. Under this absolutely crushing attitude, the score began to rise steadily.
With a loud "boom", Aldous Carson was blasted out of the baseline. Dankmar Schneider and Jurgen Borisovich Berti scored successfully, and the score instantly became 30:0.
Immediately afterwards, there was another "boom", and Aldous Carson was blown directly under the wall. Dankmar Schneider and Jurgen Borisovich Berti scored again, and the score was 40:0.
However, this horrific oppression is far from over.
As the "boom" sound continued, Aldous Carson was blown away again and again, and finally he was directly stuck to the wall.
Dankmar Schneider and Jurgen Borisovich Berti were on a roll and kept scoring.
"Boom", the score became 1:0;
"Boom", the score became 2:0;
"Boom", the score became 3:0;
"Boom", the score became 4:0...
In just less than ten minutes, Aldous Carson and the other man were completely defeated by Berti's fierce bombardment.
The impact Berti had was far beyond their expectations.
Before long, the arms of both Aldous and Carson began to become visibly red and swollen, which was obviously a sign of being under tremendous pressure.
If they didn’t intercept Berti’s counterattack, they would definitely lose points;
However, if the option is to intercept, it will undoubtedly put a heavy load on their arms.
In this way, the outcome of this game seemed to be doomed from the beginning.
Aldous Carson and the other man once considered taking action against Dankmar Schneider, who had been standing there.
They believed that Dankmar Schneider would stand still like a wooden man once he entered the state of ability resonance, just like in the previous game.
Even if he could move, he probably wouldn't have much fighting power.
However, reality dealt them a heavy blow.
Despite numerous attempts to hit the ball at Aldous Carson, they ultimately failed.
They were unable to even launch the most basic counterattack and could only continue to lose points passively and watch the situation of the game become increasingly unfavorable.
"Wow, this is amazing! That boy named Jurgen Borisovich Berti can actually turn into Landipgu!"
There was a burst of exclamations from the crowd.
"That's right. The strength of these two players on the German team is simply a dimensionality reduction blow to the two junior high school students on the Turkish team. They have no chance of winning at all."
Someone echoed.
"Great, it looks like we're going to win this game again! As long as we win this one, Germany will basically be sure to qualify for the group stage if they win one more game."
another person shouted excitedly.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be too happy too soon, the game isn't over yet!"
Suddenly, someone shouted.
However, when the already few Turkish supporters heard the discussions of the German team's supporters, they all showed helpless expressions on their faces.
Although they were very unhappy, they had to admit that this was the fact.
This game, which seems to have not ended yet, has actually lost its suspense long ago.
There were bursts of uproars from the audience.
Faced with such a situation, Lin Nan seemed very calm, as if he was accustomed to this kind of scene.
In the original World Cup chapter, the combination of Jurgen Borisovich Berti and Schneider is one of the best MVP combinations.
The powerful suppression they displayed was suffocating and played a crucial role for the German team.
Faced with such a strong opponent, the two players of the German team found it difficult to even make the most basic counterattack, let alone use their own skills to deal with it.
“Is this the strength of the world’s number one doubles team?”
Johnny Gerard couldn't help but let out a long sigh, his heart filled with helplessness and despair.
The situation in this game had become very bad, and the German team lost the doubles match.
This makes it almost impossible for the Turkish team to win today's game.
Who could have thought that the strength of those two middle school students in the last game would be so outrageous and terrifying, completely beyond people's imagination, leaving the German team with no way to deal with it.
Fortunately, however, the defeat in the doubles match was actually part of their plan.
After all, the German team's doubles strength is relatively weak, so before the game started, they were mentally prepared for this result.
In fact, ever since losing the doubles match, the German team members have gradually accepted the fact of failure in their hearts.
Despite this, the result of this game still makes people feel regretful and lost.
Both of these combinations of the German team are very powerful, and neither of them can be contended with by the brothers Aldous Carson and Frederick Hubbard.
Originally they still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that if they faced the combination of Schneider and Berti, they might still have a slight chance of winning.
However, it now seems that this is nothing more than an unrealistic wish.
"Given the current situation, our chances of winning this game are slim, but we can't say that we have no chance at all."
Ivan analyzed, "Jurgen Borisovich Berti's ability to imitate is indeed very strong, even beyond ordinary people. But this level of imitation is undoubtedly a huge burden on his body, and he cannot bear such pressure for a long time."
"However, judging by the current rate of point loss, I'm afraid the game will be over before Jurgen Borisovich Berti can get into the load state."
Alfonso Solon frowned and said with a worried look, "Besides, we still don't know how powerful the other party is. Perhaps, what we have seen is just the tip of the iceberg of their strength."
Ivan shook his head helplessly and sighed in his heart.
The outcome of this game seems to be becoming increasingly clear.
At the rate at which Aldous Carson and Frederick Hubbard were losing points, this game would probably be over soon, and the outcome might even have been decided before Berti was overloaded.
"I heard that Berti is Borg's younger brother. I didn't expect that both of them are so powerful. It's incredible! Both of them are at the top of the world!"
The audience on the sidelines were talking about it and were amazed at the game.
"This is going to be troublesome."
Alfonso Solon shook his head helplessly and sighed in his heart.
Originally he had hoped that Berti could create a miracle, but now it seems that the possibility is very slim.
At this moment, there was a sudden roar on the field, followed by the referee's whistle: "Dankmar Schneider, Jurgen Borisovich Berti scored, the score is 5:0!"
……
"It looks like we have already won!"
Berti's eyes remained serious, but a confident smile unconsciously appeared at the corners of his mouth.
He turned and prepared to return to the receiving area to prepare for the next round of challenges.
"Berti!"
However, just as he turned around, Schneider's voice suddenly came from the frontcourt.
Berti stopped, turned to look at Schneider, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong, Schneider?"
"Let me take care of the next game. You take a rest first."
Schneider's words were like a bolt of lightning that cut through the night sky, leaving Berti stunned for a moment.
He originally wanted to say "Don't worry", but the words were suddenly interrupted by Schneider's gaze.
That gaze was like a sharp arrow, falling straight on Berti's arm, as if it could penetrate his skin and see his inner thoughts.
"Take a break. There are still elimination matches to come. Do you want to play all the matches by yourself?"
Although Schneider's voice was calm, the concern contained in it was like a spring breeze that could not be ignored.
Berti was a little hesitant. He knew that what Schneider said made sense, but he still felt a little unwilling.
After all, he was full of expectations for this game and wanted to prove everything with his own strength.
"Besides, can you let me participate a little? Apart from serving, I'm almost bored to death."
Schneider's tone suddenly became somewhat complaining, like a neglected child, which made people feel pity for him.
"It's still a match with two noobs..."
Although Schneider's last words were somewhat disdainful, they also revealed his disappointment with the game.
After all, for a master like him, competing with opponents of much greater strength is indeed not challenging.
Berti looked at Schneider and felt a little guilty.
He knew that Schneider was doing this for his own good, and he was indeed a little tired.
So, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Forget about this matter. The rest of the game is up to you..."
Under Schneider's gaze, Berti felt an invisible pressure that made it impossible for him to stick to his own ideas.
He had no choice but to nod his head to show his agreement.
"I see."
There was a hint of embarrassment in Berti's voice, and he realized that his insistence just now might have been a little childish.
At this time, QP, a member of the German team, suddenly said calmly: "It seems that there will be no chance to see the ability resonance and synchronization fusion in this game."
Although his words were understated, they revealed a little regret about the game.
Ability resonance and synchronization fusion? After hearing this statement, everyone couldn't help but be attracted.
However, Yukimura and others seemed relatively calm, and did not seem surprised by the situation.
Seeing this, Borg further explained: "The two people on the opposite side may not know the consequences of their actions, and this fusion state cannot last too long. It will cause great stress and impact on their bodies."
He went on to say: "Next, either Berti or Schneider, either of them can easily solve this game."
Bismarck stretched and said nonchalantly, "Forget about the fusion skills. Even if we ask them to use doubles, they won't be able to use them at all."
On the surface, this match seemed very exciting, but for Yukimura and others, it was a bit boring. After all, this was a crushing match with a huge disparity in strength.
Especially for Lin Nan, he even felt a little bored and muttered: "So boring~"
In fact, according to the rules in the original book, the group stage should be two games held simultaneously, the purpose of which is to shorten the time of the entire game.
But I don't know if it was because of my own butterfly effect, the rules actually changed, and it became necessary to finish one game before the next one. This led to a significant decrease in time efficiency and the game became tedious.
Boom——!
On the court, Berti swung his racket again and delivered a powerful return.
The momentum of this ball was so great that it seemed to tear the entire stadium apart. But in fact, its power was not as exaggerated as it seemed.
After hearing what Schneider said, Berti slightly changed his hitting method and reduced the force of his return. This way, the burden on his arm was also reduced accordingly.
Boom——!
At this moment, an angry shout suddenly came from the opposite side: "Go back..."
Aldous Carson and Frederick Hubbard rushed towards the high-speed flying tennis ball at the same time like arrows shot from a bow, waving their rackets and trying their best to intercept it!
This was exactly the combined attack technique they had used many times in the previous games! However, every previous attempt ended in failure, because the power of the ball Berti hit was too strong, completely beyond the range that the two could withstand.
But this time, things seem to be different!
Angelo and Bruno held the rackets tightly with both hands and hit the tennis ball with all their strength. In an instant, the power of the two people erupted at the same time like a volcanic eruption. Finally, after a fierce collision, they successfully hit the ball back!
"Great, Angelo and the others hit back Jurgen Borisovich Berti's ball!!!"
The Turkish team's spectators suddenly burst into deafening cheers, and the entire stadium was enveloped by this warm atmosphere.
At that moment, the power of the two men suddenly erupted like a volcano!
Their muscles were tense and every nerve was burning, as if the whole world was shocked by their momentum.
Finally, after a fierce collision, the ball flew back rapidly like a ignited cannonball!
"Great, Angelo, they hit the ball back from Jurgen Borysovich Berti!!!"
A thunderous cheer erupted from the audience, and the sound swept across the entire stadium like a raging wave.
"Finally you fought back! Well done! The clarion call for a counterattack has sounded!"