novelaction Chapter 905: The Strength of the German Elite
Chapter 905: The Strength of the German Elite
However, what is unexpected is that this tennis ball, which has been subjected to such a strong impact, can still spin slightly at the moment of hitting the ground, as if it were endowed with some mysterious power, which speeds up its rebound.
At this moment, Alfonso Solon, who was still thinking about how to respond, had never expected such a change in tennis.
He was caught off guard and missed the best opportunity to intercept.
With a loud bang, the tennis ball flew out of bounds like a wild horse and hit the wall hard, making a crisp sound.
With this successful hit, Michael Bismarck successfully scored and the score became 15-0.
The referee's whistle sounded in the silent stadium like lightning piercing the night sky.
This sudden powerful smash was like a bolt from the blue, turning the originally buzzing stadium into silence.
Everyone was shocked by this shocking blow. They opened their eyes wide and looked at what was happening before their eyes in disbelief.
The impact was so loud and powerful that it seemed as if the entire stadium was shaking.
The bottom line tug-of-war between the two had already made the atmosphere tense.
The sound of tennis balls breaking through the air and the friction of sneakers interweave into a fierce battle song.
When Michael Bismarck suddenly twisted his waist.
When the racket draws a strange half arc.
The entire center court seemed to be paused.
All I saw was the yellow tennis ball making a sharp sound of breaking wind.
Hack at a blind spot at an angle that defies the laws of physics.
The moment it landed, tiny sparks appeared on the plastic surface.
The audience first fell into dead silence.
Three seconds later, a tsunami of exclamations broke out.
The photographer in the front row almost dropped his telephoto lens.
The coaches in the VIP box jumped up from their seats at the same time.
Even the usually calm referee subconsciously took a half step back.
"This is a killer shot in a professional tour tournament!"
The blonde commentator's fingers turned white as she gripped the microphone.
"217 km/h, with 30% more spins than the average pro!"
Amidst the constant discussions.
There was a chaotic sound of metallic seats colliding, air pumping, and camera shutters.
"Oh my god, that smash just now was too scary!"
“Is this really a shot that a non-professional player can hit?”
The boy in school uniform clutched a popcorn bucket.
He didn't even notice the cream splashing on his sneakers.
"I don't want to praise the performance of the German players anymore!"
"Almost every one of them is a genius among geniuses, with amazing strength!"
The man sitting next to me loosened his tie.
The veins in his neck popped out.
"The junior high school students on the German team don't play low-level games!"
"Just now, Ryoma Echizen defeated a professional level warrior. It's really amazing!"
"Are all high school students so strong nowadays?"
"That's outrageous!"
The silver-haired old lady pushed her reading glasses.
murmured.
Amidst the exclamations one after another.
Some people were frantically refreshing the live broadcast barrage on their mobile phones.
Some people were taking pictures in front of the big screen.
The whole stadium was boiling like boiling water.
And on the other side of the baseline.
Echizen Ryoma's racket trembled slightly.
The pupils under the brim of the hat shrank into pinpoints.
He saw it clearly.
Alfonso Zoro, who should have instinctively fought back, suddenly retracted his strength at the moment of hitting the ball.
The posture of kneeling on one knee seems to be bound by invisible chains.
"has a problem!"
"Alfonso Zoro should have a chance to fight back!"
“But I don’t know why it stopped!”
A low curse escaped from Longma's throat.
Sweat from my wrists trickled down the grip of my tennis racket.
In the shadows.
Yanagi Renji pushed up his reflective glasses.
The pen on the notebook was writing rapidly.
“It’s the collection of data.”
His fingertips traced over the densely packed shorthand symbols.
The eyes behind the lenses are as sharp as a hawk.
"The angle of the opponent's racket changed 0.7 seconds ago."
"Alfonso's muscle groups are experiencing unusual pauses."
"He's measuring the variables of Michael's batting trajectory."
"Even the effect of air humidity on the rotation."
When the Qingxue team members gathered around.
Only then did I realize that his draft paper was already filled with trigonometric function curves and force analysis diagrams.
And at this moment on the court.
Michael was making a gesture to the coaching bench indicating that data collection was complete.
The smile beneath the golden bangs was as cold as a machine.
He observed carefully.
Suddenly realized that Alfonso Solon had an extremely fatal weakness.
original.
Data flow players like Alfonso Solon.
They often have a common habit.
To better observe the situation.
They frequently pass up opportunities to fight back.
This habit is not limited to Alfonso Solon.
The same is true for Inui Sadaharu.
Think back to the beginning.
Mitsuya Akuto once taught him.
For data flow players.
The hardest thing to overcome is this bad habit of not fighting back.
In order to get rid of this bad habit.
Yanagi Renji spent a considerable amount of time and energy on this.
however.
It's unexpected.
Even the world-class Alfonso Solon was unable to overcome this problem.
"Humph!"
"The so-called data flow master is nothing more than this."
Hear this.
A scornful smile appeared on Kirihara Akaya's face.
Yanagi Renji saw this.
Continue analyzing.
"From his performance."
"This guy doesn't seem to be putting much effort into using the data stream."
"Instead, they focus more on relying on their own strong strength to suppress their opponents."
Due to insufficient attention to the use of data flow.
The strength will naturally be lacking.
Thus.
Some problems that were previously difficult to detect will gradually be exposed.
"At your speed."
“It’s perfectly capable of fighting back.”
"But why do you choose to give up?"
at this time.
Bismarck pondered to himself with an expressionless face.
He simply sneered at Alfonso Solon's actions.
I pondered secretly in my heart.
"What kind of competition is this?"
"Since this is a competition, we should use 100% of our strength to deal with it!"
however.
Look at it from another angle.
This also made him discover some problems.
On the playing field.
Alfonso Zoro stared at the tennis ball that flew out of bounds.
It seemed as if it was not an ordinary ball.
It is a mystery that contains countless secrets.
He didn't take Bismarck's words to heart at all.
This is his usual habit.
Whenever there are uncontrollable changes in player data.
He will spend more time observing, collecting and classifying this information.
"It looks like another person has fallen into the data vortex?"
A barely perceptible smile appeared on Alfonso Solon's lips.
"This is actually my opponent?"
There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
He seemed dissatisfied with Bismarck's performance.
"If that's the case."
"I don't need to give you too much time."
There was a hint of displeasure in Bismarck's voice.
"Your performance really disappoints me!"
however.
Alfonso Solon didn't care.
He slowly opened his eyes.
The smile on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant.
His eyes became sharp and deep.
As if he could see through everything.
"You seem very confident."
"But don't underestimate your opponent!"
Alfonso Solon's voice was calm but powerful.
But it carries a majesty that cannot be ignored.
As his words fell.
The atmosphere of the whole scene became solemn.
Alfonso Zoro's entire aura changed in an instant.
Like an enraged lion.
It exudes a chilling aura.
Bang!
Accompanied by a crisp hitting sound.
A thin golden line ran through the entire arena as fast as lightning.
The speed is astonishing.
Bismarck, standing on the court, couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
He had never expected that Alfonso Zoro would suddenly hit such a high-speed ball.
Just as Bismarck was about to raise his foot to fight back.
He was shocked to find that the tennis ball had gone out of bounds like a wild horse.
This was not because the speed of the ball was beyond his acceptable range.
But he never expected that Alfonso Solon would change his tactics in an instant.
Such a fast ball.
Bang!
The tennis ball hit the ground with a thump.
Then it blasts out like a cannonball.
Rushed far out of the sideline.
The score is scored from the moment Alfonso Solon serves until the ball hits the ground.
The whole process takes no more than one second!
"Wow -!"
"This Alfonso Zoro is so powerful!"
The audience in the stands exclaimed in amazement.
"That serve just now was too fast!"
"Alfonso Zoron is known as the fastest man on the Turkish team."
“I didn’t expect his serve speed to be so amazing.”
"But I still feel like it's not as fast as Echizen Ryoma's last game."
Some people have different opinions.
"You can't compare like that!"
"Echizen Ryoma defeated a professional-level player."
"That's a completely different matter."
another person retorted.
"makes sense."
"After all, these two people are very powerful..."
The audience around was talking about it.
Alfonso Solon's performance received mixed reviews.
"This guy is finally going to show off his powerful suppressive power!"
Yanagi Renji said expressionlessly.
His voice was calm and steady.
It was as if this scene had been anticipated.
He held a notebook tightly in his hand.
It seems that detailed information about the opponent is recorded in it.
at the same time.
The atmosphere on the field became increasingly tense.
Alfonso Solon delivered a pretty good serve.
The ball is extremely fast.
Like lightning.
however.
Facing such a serve.
Bismarck just rubbed his hair casually.
His eyes were extremely serious.
Keep your eyes on the flying tennis ball.
Like a cheetah ready to hunt.
“This is a good serve though.”
"But it's very difficult to keep scoring against me."
Bismarck raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Show a confident smile.
He has absolute confidence in his own strength.
This kind of serve is a piece of cake for him.
Alfonso Solon saw his serve being easily resolved.
I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
His eyes widened.
Staring at Bismarck.
It seems as if he wants to defeat the other person with his eyes.
however.
Bismarck remained completely unmoved.
His attention was focused on the tennis ball.
Alfonso Solon took a deep breath.
Ready to serve again.
He swings the bat.
Hit the ball hard.
boom!
boom!
boom!
The sound of tennis balls hitting the ground echoed across the court.
It was as if the drums of war were beating.
It foreshadows that a fierce battle is about to break out.
Alfonso Solon quickly adjusted his state.
His body leaned forward slightly.
Bend your legs.
Prepare for Bismarck's counterattack.
Bismarck did not relax at all.
He was half squatting.
Hold the racket tightly with both hands.
Take a tight defensive stance.
Waiting for the opponent's attack.
Shua——
A cold light suddenly flashed in Alfonso Solon's eyes.
His racket arm swung as fast as lightning.
Accompanied by a loud thumping sound.
The tennis ball flew out like a bullet.
Leaving an amazing trace in the air.
"The ball is really fast, but..."
Bismarck saw this.
Step forward without hesitation.
Getting ready to swing the racket back.
however.
Just as he was about to touch the ball.
He was shocked to find out.
The tennis ball that was originally flying at high speed actually bounced back.
Disappeared without a trace like a ghost!
Alfonso Solon scored successfully.
The score became 30:15.
"awesome!"
"Alfonso Zoro scored again!"
“Will he just win this game?”
"Even Lord Ivan admires Alfonso Solon's skills!"
"I don't believe the other side can withstand such an attack. Lord Ivan is going to win!"
The Turkish team was very excited.
They looked happy.
cheers.
"The moment the ball bounced, it accelerated and successfully avoided my sight."
"This is a bit like Fuji's disappearing serve..."
Bismarck narrowed his eyes slightly.
My mind was racing.
He recalled the scene when he fought with Fuji before.
If he remembered correctly.
The vanishing serve is supposed to be a slice shot.
The speed is not usually that fast.
but.
He soon realized.
Fuji's disappearing serve is a low-position serve.
And Alfonso Zoro's disappearing serve.
Obviously a top serve.
"I know what you're thinking. Isn't it similar to your teammate Fuji Shusuke's disappearing serve?"
These words were like a bolt of lightning that cut through the night sky.
It instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Alfonso Solon nodded slightly.
His ice-blue eyes sparkled coldly in the sunlight.
It seems to be able to penetrate the human soul.
His voice was calm and firm.
"It can be considered a disappearing serve..."
"But the spin ball I hit can increase the speed to a peak value without affecting the rotation!"
Kirihara Akaya's eyes widened.
He asked with curiosity on his face.
"Fuji-senpai, when you hit your vanishing serve from the upper position, the spin seems to be weaker, right?"
Fuji Shusuke raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Revealing a faint smile.
He answered without hesitation.
"Yes!"
However, he immediately shook his head.
Added.
“The difference between the top and bottom positions is the role of rotation and speed.”
He paused.
Seems like he's thinking about how to explain this concept more clearly.
Then he continued.
“Whether it’s an upper shot or a lower shot, the spin is the same.”
"A 'vanishing serve' hit with a high ball will be faster, but by the same token, the spin will be less."
Fuji Shusuke's words are like the gurgling of flowing water.
It's so natural and smooth that you can't help but immerse yourself in it.