noffsinger Chapter 854: Lin Nan is on the stage!
Chapter 854: Lin Nan is on the stage!
"I'm sorry, you big dark devil, I didn't mean to do this. Who made me think you could resist it?" Kintaro had a bright smile on his face, not trying to hide his pride.
His eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he was enjoying the thrill of the game.
However, Tokugawa Kazuya was not angered by the other party's words, but responded loudly: "Humph, stop provoking me here! Come again if you have the guts!"
There was fighting spirit in his voice, as if he was not the one who was hurt.
His eyes were fixed on Kintaro, as if he wanted to see through him.
Hearing Tokugawa Kazuya's spirited answer, Kide Nagashiro could not help but look at his friend with a worried look on his face, and said softly: "Senior Tokugawa, are you really okay?"
His eyes were full of concern and his voice became very gentle.
Tokugawa Kazuya nodded and consoled him, "Don't worry, Mushou. This minor injury is nothing. I can definitely deal with this troublesome guy in front of me. I won't be beaten directly by his ball skills!"
He tried to ease Kide Nagashiro's worries with a relaxed tone, but his slightly trembling body exposed his bravado.
At this moment, Kintaro shouted excitedly: "Since both of you have no problem, I will continue to launch a fierce offensive!"
Before he finished speaking, the racket in his hand suddenly flashed with dazzling light, and a destructive and terrifying aura swept out like a storm, quickly spreading to the entire court.
This terrifying momentum seemed to swallow up everything, making people shudder.
The air on the court seemed to be distorted by this force, making a buzzing sound.
When the audience saw this, they went wild.
A middle-aged man in formal attire in the front row, who had been sitting elegantly, suddenly stood up and grasped the edge of the stands with both hands. His knuckles turned white from the force. His eyes widened as he stared at the tennis ball on the court that exuded a terrifying aura. He muttered to himself, "This... How is this possible? How can they resist such a powerful force?"
Beside him, a young lady covered her mouth with her hands tightly, her eyes full of fear, her body trembling slightly. She couldn't help but scream, "It's terrible, the power of this ball is beyond imagination!"
Her screams were drowned out by the noise around her.
A group of young people in the back row, who were originally discussing the direction of the game enthusiastically, now stood still as if they were cast under a spell, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
One of the guys wearing a hat had his mouth wide open for a long time, while his companion kept shaking his head and muttering, "This game is too crazy, it's beyond imagination! How can these two top-ranked kids be so strong?"
An old man with gray hair frowned and said to the person next to him worriedly: "Hey, I'm afraid Tokugawa and Kido are in danger. They can't handle the power of the light hitting ball."
Someone nearby echoed, "Yeah, there was already a huge disparity in strength, and now Tokugawa is injured. It's too difficult."
Some people even whispered, "Maybe Tokugawa's trick can turn the situation around, but looking at the situation now, the hope is slim."
Some timid spectators even closed their eyes, daring not to watch this thrilling game anymore.
They huddled together, their hands tightly covering their ears, trying to block out the deafening sound and the horrific scene.
Those braver spectators, although staring at the court without blinking, had expressions full of tension and worry on their faces. Their foreheads were covered with fine beads of sweat and their breathing became rapid.
Throughout the entire audience, various exclamations and gasps mixed together, forming a chaotic and shocking wave of sound.
There was a loud bang, the sound was like thunder, deafening!
The tennis ball was like a burning meteor, dragging a long tail, flying towards Tokugawa Kazuya and Kite Nagashiro at an astonishing speed.
Wherever it went, the dust on the ground was blown up high, forming a cloud of smoke.
Tokugawa Kazuya took a deep breath, endured the pain in his body, tightly gripped the racket in his hand, and stared firmly at the flying tennis ball.
There was no fear in his eyes, only a persistent pursuit of victory.
Kimetsu Nagashiro stood beside him, also ready for battle. Although he was full of worries, he decided to fight alongside Tokugawa Kazuya to face this difficult challenge together.
In the hazy smoke, their figures were looming, but they appeared extremely firm, as if declaring to fate their determination to never surrender.
Overhead, the sun was high in the sky, and the scorching sunlight poured down onto the tennis court like a waterfall, making the ground of the court shine with dazzling light, while the heat waves in the air surged like surging waves.
However, this highly anticipated game ultimately could not escape the fate of reaching the finish line.
On the field, the numbers on the scoreboard were grimly frozen at 6:0. This cold number was like an insurmountable gap, revealing the gap in strength between the two sides nakedly in front of everyone.
Although Tokugawa and Kidou ran and hit the ball desperately on the court, the restrictions of the rules bound their strength like a heavy shackle, making them seem somewhat powerless in front of the powerful opponents.
On the sidelines, Lin Nan folded his hands over his chest, staring at the game quietly, his eyes calm and sharp.
In his eyes, this match with such a huge disparity in strength could hardly be called a real challenge.
"You two little guys, you performed really well!" Lin Nan smiled and was the first to applaud. His applause was clear and powerful, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up thousands of waves.
Behind him, the team members seemed to be inspired and responded to his applause in unison. The enthusiastic applause was like a surging tide, one wave after another, and it lasted for a long time.
In the stands, the German team members also showed their enthusiasm. They cheered and clapped, and the sounds intertwined and resounded throughout the stadium, as if they were going to blow the roof off.
At this time, the total score of the game has reached 3:0. Although this is just an exhibition match, the performance of the German team is like the brightest star in the night sky, shining brightly and making it impossible to ignore. The Sakura team is like a weak candlelight covered by the starlight, losing the opportunity to shine.
At the side of the court, the breeze blew gently, ruffling Bismarck's hair. He stood there quietly, watching everything on the court, and a feeling of emotion welled up in his heart.
"It seems that we are really old," Bismarck turned his head slightly and said to QO beside him with a wry smile, "The U17 stage has already belonged to them."
His tone revealed a complex emotion, including his earnest hope that Ryoma and others could lead the German team to a higher peak, but also a hint of disappointment that the German team no longer needed them.
He and his teammates have always been confident in the strength of Longma, Xiaojin and others, and firmly believe that they will be able to shine on the field.
However, they never expected that this group of junior high school students were so powerful. When facing the Sakura team with all their main players, they were not only not inferior to them, but also beat their opponents so badly.
"Isn't this a good thing?" Schneider saw through Bismarck's inner thoughts with a sharp gaze. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a relieved smile, and slowly said, "We should also pursue our own tennis path. With them taking over the German team, we can finally unload the burden in our hearts and move forward with ease."
Hearing Schneider's words, Bismarck was slightly stunned, seeming a little surprised at his insight.
However, before he could respond, Frankensteiner on the side raised the corner of his mouth and said teasingly with a smile: "Hey, Bismarck, I didn't expect you to be so sentimental!"
Frankenstein's words made Bismarck a little embarrassed and he couldn't help blushing.
However, he soon returned to normal, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
At this time, Wu Gu scratched the back of his head with a silly smile and said in a loud voice: "We are all about to graduate, there is nothing wrong with handing the team over to them!"
His words revealed a kind of open-mindedness and calmness, as if he had completely let go of his worries.
"If the team still cannot do without us, it would be more worrying." Wu Gu's words were like a thunder, exploding in the ears of Bismarck and others.
They looked at Kiritani in astonishment, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Who would have thought that Kiritani, who usually looks a little naive, could actually say such profound and insightful words!
This is completely different from the impression he usually gives people.
Just as everyone was surprised, Xiao Jin's eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted excitedly, "Next, it's the team leader's turn!"
His voice was full of anticipation and excitement, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.
Xiao Jin's words acted like a catalyst, making all the members of the German team laugh.
In their hearts, Lin Nan is not only the captain, but also an invincible existence.
He is like an insurmountable mountain, and he can easily defeat any powerful opponent.
“Once the captain takes the field, the possibility of losing is zero. Even if the opponent is his good friend Oni Jujiro, he has no chance of winning.” Yukimura Seiichi said with a smile, his tone revealing his envy for Lin Nan.
Although they already possess strength far beyond their peers and most high school students are no match for them, there is still a clear gap between them compared to top high school students like Lin Nan.
"Okay, I'll go play around." Lin Nan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a playful smile, as if announcing his confidence and unruliness to the world. "Gui has always been known for his power-based fighting style, but today, I want to play something different with him to see if this guy has made any progress."
After saying that, he reached into the bag and pulled out the racket, and walked towards the court with steady steps like a mountain.
Every move of Lin Nan was like a magnet, instantly attracting the attention of the entire audience in the stands.
Players from all countries simultaneously focused their eyes on him like a spotlight.
“Here he comes!” The commentator’s voice, almost trembling with excitement, spread like thunder throughout the stadium through the radio, “The world’s number one player, known as the youngest Grand Slam champion in history - Lin Nan!”
The stands instantly boiled over like a lit powder keg. The audience was as excited as crazy dancers, waving flags and glow sticks. Their cheers resounded through the sky, as if they were going to break through the clouds and soar into the sky.
A little boy in the front row was so excited that his face turned red like a ripe apple. He clapped his hands and shouted, "Lin Nan! Lin Nan!"
The mother beside him had a smile on her face, but that smile contained expectations as deep as the sea.
On the other side of the stadium, a group of fans in uniform were shouting Lin Nan's name in unison. Their voices were like waves, impacting the entire stadium one after another.
The banners in their hands fluttered in the wind, with "Lin Nan, the eternal king" written on them in eye-catching fonts, as if announcing Lin Nan's glory to the whole world.
However, in this warm atmosphere, many viewers also looked at the Sakura team members and expressed their sympathy for them.
A gray-haired old man stood in the crowd, his eyes fixed on the dejected figures of the Sakura team members. He shook his head helplessly and sighed, "It's really difficult for the Sakura team this time. They happened to run into such a strong opponent. I'm afraid these kids will have a trauma in their hearts."
A young girl beside the old man had red eyes and said softly, "They have tried their best, but the gap in strength is too big. I really hope to give them more opportunities to prove themselves."
In the corner of the stadium, a few young fans wearing Sakura team uniforms stood there alone. The cheering signs in their hands seemed to have lost all their power and hung limply.
Their eyes were filled with disappointment and unwillingness, which was the helplessness about the result of the game and the heartache for the team they supported.
At this time, the members of the Sakura team were standing quietly at the edge of the stadium, listening to the discussions of the audience. Their hearts were filled with all kinds of emotions.
Tokugawa bit his lower lip so hard that it turned a little pale. His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, as if he wanted to carve the feeling of powerlessness and frustration into his hands.
His voice trembled slightly. "We made so many preparations before the game, but why were we beaten without any chance to fight back? Is the gap between us and them really that big?"
Mu Shou lowered his head, his eyes full of unwillingness.
He muttered to himself, "Just a little bit short... If there were no restrictions from those rules, would we be able to show our true strength and not let everyone down?"