freenovelworld Chapter 515: Has the time come to take off the crown?
Chapter 515: Has the time come to take off the crown?
And at this moment.
The people who were originally in a daze also came back to their senses.
"Inhale...exhale...it's really terrible!"
One of the contestants took a deep breath and spoke slowly, with a hint of trembling in his voice.
His face was full of horror, as if he had not yet recovered from the shocking scene.
"Is this the top professional level? If he hasn't reached the top professional level, I won't believe it even if I die!"
Another contestant said with eyes wide open and a look of shock on his face.
His eyes were full of disbelief, as if he was doubting whether everything he had just seen was real.
"Isn't this the new pervert after the samurai Echizen Nanjiro? What first-year junior high school student can reach the top professional level?"
Another contestant exclaimed.
His tone was full of wonder and admiration, as if he was witnessing the birth of a miracle.
Before coming to the UK.
They were full of doubts about whether Beichuan had professional-level strength.
Some even suspected that Kitagawa Junjun was just trying to divert attention from the possibility that something might be wrong with Alexander Amadeus, the captain of the Swiss U-17 team.
But now, the opponent only has two goals.
All the people who came to gather intelligence confirmed one thing directly.
That is, the previous reports were not only not exaggerated, but even underestimated.
Beichuan indeed possesses top professional-level combat power!
And at the same time.
The level of attention paid to the Swiss U-17 team almost instantly reached the same level as the German U-17 team.
This is my thoughts.
All the national team players present retreated a long distance again.
At this moment, when they looked at Beichuan, there was a flash of fear and dread in their eyes that was even stronger than before.
They are just substitutes.
They are not even considered a member of the national team.
How could he be the young opponent who is comparable to the captain of the national team?
At this moment, on the court.
A. Frankensteiner stood there alone, his body trembling slightly under the invisible pressure.
He slowly raised his hand, which seemed to be filled with lead. His movements were heavy and slow, as if every inch of movement required all his strength to move. He gently wiped the cold sweat that was densely covering his forehead.
The cold sweat was like beads that had broken off the string, rolling down continuously, and each drop seemed to carry the heavy burden in his heart at the moment.
His lips were also trembling, and were pale, slightly pursed, as if he was trying to use this tiny movement to forcibly suppress the surging emotions in his heart.
His chest heaved violently like a tattered sail in a strong wind, and every breath was rapid and heavy, as if he had just experienced a thrilling life-and-death struggle.
At this moment, A. Frankensteiner's thoughts seemed to run wild, drifting back to those glorious moments of the past.
There was a time when he repeatedly pushed his opponents into desperate situations of Yip syndrome.
But things are unpredictable, and the wheel of fate suddenly turned. Now, just two goals have ruthlessly dragged him into the quagmire of Yip syndrome that once trapped his opponents.
The huge psychological gap filled his heart with bitterness and unwillingness, as if he had swallowed coptis chinensis but had nowhere to confide in.
He cried silently in his heart:
[Bertie...]
I can only hold on for one ball at most~
【If this still doesn't allow us to gather real intelligence on the other party.】
Perhaps the time has come to take off the German crown...
He raised his head with difficulty, the blue veins on his neck bulging slightly due to the force, his eyes were filled with reluctance and awe as he looked at the radiant and charming young man on the court.
At this moment, A. Frankensteiner felt as if his heart was in turmoil. All kinds of complicated thoughts were like a surging tide, hitting his heart one after another.
"My friend, I'm so sorry~"
In this suffocating silence, a voice as gentle as the warm spring sun suddenly rang out, instantly breaking the solemn atmosphere around them.
Beichuan had quietly come nearby at some point, with a look of confusion on his face that seemed innocent but actually concealed a deeper meaning.
He tilted his head slightly, his expression as if he were contemplating a difficult puzzle. He spoke slowly, "I accidentally upgraded my previously casually created skills a bit. But you were being too careless. Why did you pick up such a shoddy racket?"
Beichuan's tone was relaxed and casual, as if he was chatting with an old friend. There was no tension from the competition at all, and there was a subtle hint of sarcasm in his words.
As soon as Beichuan finished speaking, the whole audience fell into a strange silence.
Everyone seemed to be under a spell, stunned at first, and then the corners of their mouths twitched at the same time. The expressions on their faces were a bit amusing, but also full of helplessness and amazement at Beichuan's powerful strength.
In everyone's eyes, this was not a problem of racket quality. It was obvious that Beichuan's strength was so strong beyond imagination that it had completely overturned their expectations of this game.
Beichuan is a person who stands at the pinnacle of the top professional level. Even though he is deliberately suppressing his own strength at this moment, the powerful aura emanating from the depths of his soul is like a towering and insurmountable mountain.
How could an ordinary national-level junior high school student easily compete with him?
It is no exaggeration to say that Beichuan's performance in this game was like a max-level boss descending into the novice village. He showed his invincibility in every gesture and easily crushed his opponents.
However, everyone was more speechless about the junior high school player A. Frankensteiner sent by the German U-17 team.
It was obvious that the opponent had shown mercy and suppressed his strength, but even so, A. Frankensteiner was beaten so badly that he had no power to fight back and couldn't even react in time to dodge.
In the eyes of everyone, he really deserved his miserable appearance.
They all shook their heads and sighed, whispering about the huge gap in the game and expressing their disappointment with A. Frankensteiner's performance.
The next moment, A. Frankensteiner supported himself with his hands, his knees hit the hard ground heavily, and he struggled to get up from the ground.
At this moment, he looked in a dishevel, his clothes were covered with dust and stains, and his hair was as messy as weeds.
However, even in such a tragic situation, there was a glint of stubbornness in his eyes. Although his legs were shaking like sieves, he was still determined to stagger back to the court.
He actually had to return to the stadium that was like a Shura field, making all the spectators around him tremble with fear, to face the terrifying Beichuan.
"Do you want to continue?"
Kitagawa looked at A. Frankensteiner with a meaningful smile on his face.
Beichuan shook his head slightly and said softly, "Your racket is already so broken. How about using my spare racket?"