Keith and Lin Xiu waited for Amuro at the agreed place.
The three of them carried tennis bags and arrived at a famous tennis club in London.
There are often many professional players here.
Other masters are even more common.
The arrival of An Shijin, Keith, and Lin Xiu immediately attracted attention.
It wasn't An Shijin who was paying attention, but Keith and Lin Xiu who attracted attention.
The two people Keith and Lin Xiu fought against in the Youth Tennis League semi-finals came from well-known families, so it goes without saying much about the forces behind them.
Moreover, their families are well-known sports brands in the UK, and many clubs are sponsored by their families.
The boss had spoken, so the manager of the club would naturally not quarrel with the sponsor over the two junior high school students.
So even if someone appreciates Keith's talent, they can only leave it alone.
It's a pity to sigh.
"Didn't I tell you many times? Our temple is small and cannot accommodate a big Buddha like you."
The manager of this club looked at the three of them with a headache.
He watched the game between Keith and Lin Xiu.
He admitted that these two children had unlimited potential.
But potential is potential after all, and they are destined to have little value before they have grown up.
It is impossible for him to fall out with the funder because of Keith and Lin Xiu. After all, no one can have trouble with money.
"Sorry, we just want to play a game of tennis this time. We have no other intentions."
Keith said calmly.
Now that he has decided to leave here, Keith no longer wants to be cold to these people.
He just wants revenge now.
"That won't work either, you'd better leave quickly."
The club manager hesitated and rejected Keith.
After all, his order was to deny Keith entry.
Not even if they are here to play tennis.
An Shijin's face turned cold. It seemed that Keith and Lin Xiu were targeted more seriously than he imagined.
It's no wonder that later they could only hide in Atobe's castle and play ball.
No wonder Keith turned black.
It turns out that London really has no place for them to live.
An Shijin grabbed Keith's hand as he was about to turn around and leave.
In Anshijin's view, Keith was already a member of their Higa kingdom.
Then he, the president, naturally wants to help his members find their place.
"Then what if I'm here to play gym today?!"
An Shijin spoke fluent English, and his words not only stunned Keith and Lin Xiu.
It also stunned everyone present.
An Shijin, the kicking master, is online again.
"Hahaha! What is this kid talking about?"
"Kicking the gym? Where did this kid come from?"
"Keith! You must have given up on yourself, hanging out with such people!"
Everyone present quickly burst into laughter.
They just thought that An Shijin was speaking out of anger, and they laughed at An Shijin's overestimation of his abilities.
"What? Are you scared?"
An Shijin ignored the ridicule of these people, with a cold smile on his face.
"If I really can't do anything to you, then I have no choice but to agree to your challenge."
The club's management shrugged, and he did feel a little sorry for Keith.
But he felt a little bored with An Shijin.
I'm tired of An Shijin's overestimation and pushiness.
Soon everyone moved to a court inside the club.
This club located in a park looks like a pretty nice environment.
But this is normal, after all this is one of the best tennis clubs in London.
"Keith, when did you end up hanging out with such arrogant people?"
After everyone moved to the court, a voice came from outside the court that disgusted Keith and Lin Xiu from the bottom of their hearts.
One of their enemies has arrived.
Charles Parrington.
Keith didn't want to pay attention to their enemy. Although his heart was full of anger, he still endured it.
After all, there are many people on the other side now.
Seeing that Keith ignored him, Charles had no intention of arguing with Keith.
"Boy, why don't you let me be your opponent?"
Charles shifted his target to An Shijin again.
Charles hated Keith, so he hated everyone related to Keith.
Therefore, Lin Xiu was also expelled from the London tennis community by his arrangement.
Now that An Shijin appeared again, he naturally wanted to teach An Shijin a lesson.
"You? You are not worthy of being my opponent."
An Shijin sneered.
This guy is no match for Keith and Lin Xiu, so how can he be qualified to be his rival?
He came to show Keith and Lin Xiu his strength as president.
How could such a little miscellaneous fish deserve to be dealt with by himself?
"What did you say!"
Charles' face darkened. Sure enough, the guys hanging out with Keith were so annoying.
"You remember, I'm here to play football today."
"It would be bad for your reputation if you lose."
An Shijin looked at the management of this club and said.
"Hmph! You have the guts! Go and find the strongest person here!"
Charles snorted coldly. In this case, he would do as An Shijin wished.
Although Charles is only a junior high school student, his family holds a large stake in this club.
Naturally, the managers also know Charles, and they will naturally listen to what Charles has to say.
Any tennis club will sign some potential players every year to help them embark on the professional path.
Naturally, this is no exception.
It's just that there are not many professional players still in the club, and most of them are rookies.
But in the eyes of managers, this is enough.
After all, professional players refer to themselves as professionals. In his opinion, teaching a junior high school student a lesson is not enough.
Soon the management came with a professional player.
At first, when Anderson heard that he was asked to play against a junior high school student, he refused.
But as soon as he heard that Master Charles had arranged it by name, he immediately agreed.
After all, as long as he shows his face in front of Master Charles, he will get more resources.
The world of professional players is far from as wonderful as imagined.
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"Are you sure?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Lin Xiu and the other three were isolated in a corner, and Lin Xiu obviously recognized the player assigned by the opponent.
That's a professional player!
"Do you know this person?"
An Shijin asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, he is a professional player signed by this club. It is said that he has begun to be active in some low-level competitions."
Lin Xiu nodded.
"Low-level competition? This kind of professional players may not even be able to beat some U-17 players."
"Don't worry, I'll show you my strength."
An Shijin chuckled lightly.
Professional players who participate in low-level events can only be considered quasi-professional at best.
Many players participating in the U-17 World Cup have such strength.
There are also quite a few who are even crushed and surpassed.
As for Amuro himself, he has mastered the Seamless Clothes, Asura Shinto, Dark Shot, and Different Dimensions, and he has already reached the level of a leader of an ordinary team in the U-17 World Cup.
Keith and Lin Xiu looked at the back of An Shijin coming on the stage.
Is An Shijin an arrogant maniac or is he really capable? He will meet with the distributor immediately.
...
"Boy, don't say I bully you. I'll give you the chance to serve!"
Anderson waved his hand generously. He was not afraid of dealing with a junior high school student.
An Shijin did not refuse. His original intention was to establish the impression of a powerful president to Keith and Lin Xiu.
It would be better to have the right to serve.
"Leo, who do you think will win?"
In the crowd, Eric pulled his companion's sleeve and whispered.
"No matter how you look at it, Anderson will win, but I choose this guy to win."
Leo pointed at An Shijin and said.
"Please, can't you forget Atobe?"
Eric naturally knew why Leo thought An Shijin would win.
But he didn't expect that almost a year had passed.
This guy Leo still can't forget Atobe.
"Nonsense! If this guy wins, I will run away. If it were you, wouldn't you be angry?"
Leo said angrily.
Eric shook his head, knowing that Leo was actually not angry at Atobe's departure.
It's just a little bit reluctant to give up.
...
On the field.
An Shijin smiled lightly, what kind of pressure is there to deal with a quasi-professional?
Borg can defeat the world's number one professional player, so what's the problem with him being able to defeat a quasi-professional player?
Whoosh!
An Shijin threw the ball.
Step back half a step with your right foot, then lean forward and step down, stretching your shoulders to lead the shot.
The movements are as fast as lightning.
Bang!
There was a flash of golden light, and Anderson's pupils shrank slightly.
A beam of golden light instantly passed by his side, and the belated wind pressure came together with the sound of tennis balls hitting the ground.
"A...ACE! An Shijin, 15:0."
The club's professional referees were a little shocked.
Is this really a serve that a junior high school student can hit?
"What was the speed of that ball just now!"
Eric's face instantly became solemn.
Experts can tell when a shot is made, and An Shijin's serve immediately made Eric understand that An Shijin is not a guy who only talks big words.
"It is conservatively estimated to be above 220KM/H, and may even have exceeded 240KM/H."
Even Leo couldn't predict the speed of this ball, but the only thing we can know is that An Shijin is definitely not simple.
Keith and Lin Xiu were also stunned for a moment. They didn't expect An Shijin's super-speed serve to be so fast.
...
Bang!
Boom!
"ACE! An Shijin, 30:0."
...
Then An Shijin served again, letting everyone know that the shot just now was not their illusion.
The junior high school student in front of me can indeed hit the serve at an astonishing speed.
"What an awesome guy!"
"Where did this guy come from?"
"It's no wonder Keith hangs out with him, he really has some skills."
Everyone started talking immediately, and their original sarcasm had been put away.
Strength is the best business card no matter where you go.
Anderson's face was solemn. As a professional player, he still had the basic qualities.
He has already felt that An Shijin's strength is probably quite extraordinary.
He could no longer treat An Shijin as an ordinary junior high school student.
"What? Is my serve too fast?"
"Then I'll slow down the ball a little bit."
An Shijin chuckled.
It's nothing more than a professional player.
Hearing this, Anderson's face darkened. He was actually looked down upon by a junior high school student?!
Whoosh!
An Shijin threw the ball again, and this time the tennis ball was thrown high by him.
"Hmm? This height?"
Eric raised his head and said in surprise.
Then he saw a black shadow rising into the sky, it was An Shijin!
"big Bang!"
An Shijin's eyes glowed with coldness, so there was no need to be polite when dealing with outsiders.
boom!
This ball already has the shadow of a light shot, which An Shijin learned from Byodoin.
Anderson took half a step back, holding his breath and concentrating.
The movement of the ball alone was enough to make him wary.
However, Anderson always believed that it was impossible for him to be a professional player and not be able to defeat a junior high school student's serve.
How much power can a junior high school student have?
After landing, the tennis ball directly flew away from the turf on the grass surface, and even a lot of soil flew out.
The ball rebounded very quickly and was in front of Anderson in an instant.
Anderson pumped horizontally with one hand, and a huge force struck him the next second.
His expression changed instantly.
Anderson's arms trembled slightly, and even though he had tried his best, the force still lingered.
After a moment, Anderson's old strength faded, and the racket in his hand was directly knocked away by the ball.
Stab~~
The ball hit Anderson's racket and hit the wire fence behind him.
The barbed wire fence immediately trembled.
The light yellow ball got stuck between the iron nets, and the violent friction caused a puff of white smoke.
After a while, the sound gradually disappeared.
Anderson covered his wrist, his eyes full of shock.
The scene was completely silent, and everyone couldn't believe what they saw.
A junior high school student actually knocked off a professional player's racket with one ball?
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe it.
An Shijin shook his head in disappointment. He had more strength than skill.
It's pretty good that the opponent can resist his own big explosion with brute force for so long.
But the opponent's grasp of sweet spot skills is really rough.
At least compared to the current An Shijin, it looks a bit rough.
After all, Amuro Jin is only one step away from mastering the light shot, and light shot is a very difficult trick for most professional players lingering in low-level tournaments to master.
...
"big Bang!"
Bang!
Although Anderson has always been very confident in his own strength, he was unable to compete with the continuous impact of Amurojin's explosion.
Anderson's strength will eventually run out, and once exhausted, it will be a disaster for Anderson.
"This game was scored by An Shijin, the score is 1:0."
...
The first game exceeded everyone's expectations.
It turned out that Anderson was easily defeated by An Shijin.
And they are all scored directly by serving.
You must know that Anderson is a real registered professional player.
Although you can still only participate in low-level events to gain points, professional players are still professional players after all.
Who would have thought that a professional player would be suppressed by a junior high school student?!
"What an awesome guy!"
Eric looked shocked. To him, An Shijin's strength was simply terrifying.
Leo also looked solemn, but he thought of another level.
An Shijin seems to come from the same place as Atobe.
If the opponents Atobe has been facing since returning to China are of this level, then one can imagine Atobe's progress.
If he wants to defeat Atobe one day in the future, he must work harder.
As for Charles, he already had a bad face.
He already understood that he was indeed no match for An Shijin.
This feeling of being successfully faked by the other party made him extremely uncomfortable.
...
"Anderson! Aren't you a professional player?"
"Show your skills!"
Charles shouted towards Anderson on the field.
He really couldn't stand the way An Shijin looked like an old god.
Hearing this, Anderson also tightened his grip on the racket in his hand.
His dignity as a professional player has been trampled on.
It's simply unforgivable that a junior high school student could easily take a game from his hands.
"Roar~"
As Anderson roared, the clothes on his upper body were torn apart.
The sound of squeaking echoed throughout the stadium.
Anderson pulled off the cloth strips on his upper body, revealing his muscular muscles.
"Oh? It turns out it's a burst of clothes, but your burst of clothes seems to be just that."
An Shijin finally got interested. As expected, professional players have some abilities.
Exploding clothes, this is already the highest state that a traditional power tennis player can achieve.
But compared with Duke Watanabe's completely revealing clothes, Anderson's revealing clothes can be considered a castrated version at best.
"Kid, I hope you can still laugh later!"
Anderson has completely entered the state, and he cannot embarrass himself in front of Charles and the club management.
If he loses to a junior high school student, his career will be completely over.
The club will most likely let him go.
Bang!
The muscles in Anderson's arms swelled in exaggerated lines, and the air wave created when he hit the ball looked terrifying.
Pressuring people with force is Anderson's best style of play.
Facing a junior high school student, this is what he thinks is the best way to play.
The difference in physical fitness caused by the decisive difference in age cannot be changed.
No matter how Anderson looked at it, An Shijin's slender arms could not be so powerful.
In fact, in terms of pure strength, Anderson, who has reached the realm of breaking clothes, is definitely better.
But An Shijin's skills are enough to support him in smoothing the gap between the two sides, or even reversing it.
"Dark ball!"
Since it was to show his strength, An Shijin naturally wanted to make a quick decision.
Anderson's pupils widened, and the ball that passed the net instantly became extremely huge.
His burly figure instantly became small compared to this ball.
Before he could react what was going on, a huge force still hit his body.
In an instant, Anderson's burly body flew backwards, blood spraying from his mouth into the air.
The horror of secret shooting is beginning to take shape.
"Stand up and keep fighting!"
An Shijin walked to the net, looked at Anderson who fell to the ground and said coldly.
Although Anderson has not bullied Keith and Lin Xiu, choosing to side with Charles is tantamount to being an accomplice.
The accomplice is the enemy, and An Shijin's approach to his enemy has never been very gentle.
This is not a national competition venue, this is a British professional tennis club.
This is the world.
An Shijin still understands the principle of using all your strength when a lion fights a rabbit.
Anderson climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and was afraid when he looked at An Shijin's cold eyes.
A quasi-professional player is actually afraid of a junior high school student.