Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 713: Not everyone can defeat the strong, the tragic moment of the cannon fodder

"It's really a frustrating game."

"But if you are in a position, you should do your job..."

Kulalaja Tasta walked slowly towards the court with a helpless expression on his face.

I thought he would meet a stronger opponent.

Even the current captain of the Free State U-17 team - Ralph Reinhardt.

However, the reality is cruel.

The U-17 team of the Free Country has noticed Kitagawa's idea. They did not send out their strongest lineup, but instead sent out a cannon fodder.

To put it bluntly, this game was just to test the strength of the Swiss U-17 team.

Let’s not talk about Kulalaga Tasta for now.

At this moment, Gazel Jackson of the Liberty State U-17 team had a look of despair on his face.

He stood at the entrance of the player tunnel, his hands in his trouser pockets, his shoulders slightly drooped, and he looked like a puppy drenched in the rain.

Originally, after he knew about the position he was assigned to, he thought it was another opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

I just didn't expect the situation to reach this point.

According to the original plan, Nanjiro Echizen was planning to let Ryoma Echizen play in the second singles match.

Ralph Reinhardt also accepted this personnel arrangement and even adjusted the tactical rhythm of the entire team.

But in the end, Nanjiro Echizen, who originally proposed this idea, rejected the first version of the roster when submitting the roster, and instead arranged Gaisel Jackson, a little-known high school player, to play in the singles match.

This sudden change caught him off guard.

Now, Dudu Obondu and Alan Hopkins of their own team have suffered a bitter defeat.

And he, a player who barely reached the professional level, was pushed onto the battlefield at this time, which was simply a death.

In addition, the audience in the stadium now looked like they didn't want to watch the game, which made Gaisel Jackson's mood even more depressed.

He looked up at the audience; those cold gazes and lazy postures were like needles piercing his heart.

As the two came onto the court, they looked at each other across the net and immediately fell into an awkward atmosphere.

Kulalaja Tasta stood opposite, the sunlight shining on his profile, outlining a face with clear contours but a hint of helplessness.

Gaisel Jackson, on the other hand, shrank his neck, like a lake wrinkled by the wind, shivering and helpless.

However, the next moment someone discovered that the player representing the Swiss U-17 team was actually Kularaja Tasta.

For a moment, everyone observed a moment of silence for Gaisel Jackson across from them.

"It's over... this kid is going to be in trouble."

"Isn't this a top professional? Why was he sent to play in such an insignificant match?"

"Is the Free State planning to test the courage of their substitutes?"

The discussions came like a tide, but Gaisel Jackson could only lower his head and pretend not to hear.

And at this time.

"It's really troublesome." Kulalaga Tasta spoke, his voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by Gazel Jackson.

"Although it's a bit of a waste of time, can you at least practice with me?"

His words were still gentle, but there was a hint of oppression in his tone that could not be ignored.

"If you don't give it your all, I'll definitely put you in the ICU."

As soon as the words fell, Kulalaga Tasta's aura suddenly released, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire stadium.

That was the power of a top professional level, like a mountain pressing down on one's heart, making it hard to breathe.

Hearing this, Gazel Jackson’s pupils suddenly contracted, his lips trembled slightly, and the whole person seemed to be stabbed fiercely.

Dudu Obondu, who is at the top professional level, couldn't defeat a third-year junior high school student of the same ability with his own strength. Now he is asked to face a top professional opponent?

Isn't this just a joke to him?

But his expression made Kulalaga Tasta opposite him look even uglier.

He is not a person who gets angry easily and has a gentle personality.

But today, he was ready to face the challenge with all his strength.

I never thought that I would be assigned to such an insignificant position, facing an opponent with "I can't do it" written all over his face.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of disappointment and dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

If Gazel Jackson could understand what Kulalaga Tasta was thinking now, he would definitely pound the ground and wail at this moment.

He also wants to give it his all and take it seriously.

But facing the top professional level, isn't this simply a trend of wanting to kill him?

Moreover, the appearance of Akutsu is already outrageous.

If he had that kind of potential talent, could he be used as cannon fodder?

Gaisel Jackson smiled bitterly in his heart, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the handle of the racket.

The sweat oozing from his palms shimmered in the sunlight, as if reflecting his inner struggle.

"Gaisel Jackson of the Free State U-17 team serves."

The referee's voice rang out from the podium, and the metallic whistle broke the silence on the court.

"Game start!"

After the referee on the podium blew the whistle.

Gazel Jackson glanced in the direction of the Liberty State U-17 team off the court.

Then he gently held the racket with both hands and took a deep breath.

At this moment, fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead, and his lips were slightly pursed, as if he was suppressing his inner anxiety.

boom!

boom!

boom!

A few dull sounds of hitting the ball came from under his feet; he was warming up by hitting the ball.

Every time the ball hits the ground, it feels like it hits my heart. The rhythm is tight, yet it also reveals a sense of uneasy urgency.

Although he appeared calm and composed on the surface, his heart was already in turmoil.

[How can this be called a competition? It's clearly a death trap!]

[Top-level professional level! That's a top-level professional level existence! ]

[And, if I remember correctly, this guy is on par with Alexander Amadeus, the former captain of the Swiss U-17 national team...]

As he thought about it, he gently tossed the tennis ball into the air.

The next moment, his body suddenly leaped up like a cheetah ready to pounce, and his racket swing was crisp and smooth, without any sense of dragging.

This is a standard basic serve, with smooth movements and precise angles, which is almost impeccable.

However, at the moment the racket touched the ball, a faint golden halo quietly emerged, sparkling like dewdrops in the morning light.

"Sweet spot technique." He murmured softly.

This is his best skill and the key to his selection for the Free State U-17 team.

By precisely controlling the hitting point, the speed and rotation of the tennis ball are greatly improved.

The trajectory of this ball was as straight as an arrow, with a whistling sound that tore through the air, heading straight for the opposite baseline.