Frankensteiner and Wooden Hand faced each other across the net.
The height gap makes the two of them look like they are the same age at all.
Frankenstein grinned, wondering how such a small man could be his opponent.
Although Q.P's information showed that the man in front of him was a great opponent, Frankensteiner didn't care.
How many decent players can emerge from this mere tennis desert?
One Echizen Nanjiro may have emptied their decades of luck.
Then the two quickly completed guessing the side under the referee's signal.
"The game begins! Best of three sets, Frankensteiner's serve from Heidelberg Middle School in Germany!"
Frankensteiner won the starting opportunity.
...
Frankensteiner's big hands held the tennis ball in his palms, and his slender eyes looked very menacing.
In Frankensteiner's eyes, there seemed to be red dots one after another constantly scanning the left and right sides of the wooden hand.
"Tch! It's really not bad!"
The failure to find the flaw in the wooden hand made Frankensteiner wary of the wooden hand. It was not easy to do this.
But he still has no worries, because he is a tennis robot!
Peng!
The flat-hitting serve in the stance style directly creates a wave of air.
The tennis ball flying through the air was stretched thin, and the force of Frankensteiner's hitting was evident.
But what Frankensteiner didn't expect was that Mu Shou's seemingly slender arms actually caught his serve effortlessly.
Frankenstein once again peeked at the Wooden Hand's court, with countless red dots constantly scanning the Wooden Hand's half.
Peng!
Frankensteiner used his burly body as a platform to volley the ball and aimed it in the opposite direction of the wooden hand.
That's an area that's hard to cover with a wooden hand.
However, he did not expect the power of Shuchichi.
Mu Shou's upper body swayed slightly, and the residual image left in place drifted away in the wind after a moment.
"What!"
Frankensteiner's face darkened, and he was a little surprised by the opponent's kick strength.
"Big meal Shaoqian!"
Peng!
In Muhand's opinion, a big man like this must have some weaknesses in flexibility, so he used a complicated spin to hit the ball towards Frankensteiner's feet.
"Hmph! Don't underestimate me!"
Frankenstein sneered. He didn't know how many people had such an idea during his tennis career.
He may have indeed had problems in this area in the past, but after entering the reserve list of Germany's U-17, a dedicated coaching staff developed intensive training for him in this area.
Now his lower limbs are no longer stiff.
He crouched down and raised his thick arms between his waist and abdomen.
Peng!
A nice topspin shot.
But when Frankenstein raised his head, he saw the wooden figure leaping high.
"Oops!"
Frankensteiner hit the smash ball with the strength of his wooden hand. It would be too fanciful for Frankensteiner to think of getting up and returning to defense at this time.
winter!
"Game, Higa Junior High School Kute Eishiro, 15:0."
...
Bismarck was a little surprised after seeing Mu Shou's performance and said: "His strength is quite good. Frankensteiner has completely fallen into the opponent's rhythm."
Q.P said calmly: "Eishiro Kite, he is ranked No. 2 in Higa Junior High School in terms of internal strength. Higa Junior High School is also the team that won the Neon Domestic National Competition for two consecutive years."
This information was collected by Q.P only after the conference started, and Mu Shou's performance was more convincing than what was shown in the information.
Bismarck was happy after hearing this and said: "Isn't he still No. 2? Then No. 1 must be even more amazing."
Now Bismarck became more and more interested.
On the field.
Mu Shu also roughly knew Frankensteiner's strength. Although it was indeed good, there was still a gap between him and himself.
A dark aura emerged from behind Mu Shou, who was crouching behind the serve-receiving area on the left side, slowly and continuously exerting pressure on Frankensteiner like a dark cloud closing in on the city.
"that is?!"
Many people who had seen this novel gadget at last year's World Cup in France suddenly looked in surprise.
Can a junior high school student actually master this? And it seems that his proficiency is not low.
Although Frankensteiner didn't know what Asura Shinto was, he could still feel the momentum rising from Mu Shou's body and the pervasive spiritual oppression.
Knowing that the other party might have used some extraordinary moves, Frankensteiner's heart became a lot more solemn.
Whoa!
Another powerful and heavy flat serve.
Frankenstein would naturally not give up his advantage in strength.
The rebounding tennis ball approached him, and a fierce light suddenly appeared in Mu Shu's eyes.
"Dark ball!"
Peng!
Darkness is coming!
The huge "black chariot" directly filled Frankensteiner's hole, and even the sunlight shining on the dome seemed to be blocked by the dark ball of the wooden hand at this moment.
A huge force hit Frankensteiner's chest.
Even the huge Frankensteiner couldn't keep his footing and was knocked to the ground by the ball.
"Game, Higa Junior High School Kute Eishiro, 30:0."
...
A place in the stands.
Peter Laimbeer poked Amadeus sitting next to him and said: "General, this should be the same secret shot as yours, right?"
Amadeus nodded and said: "Well, it's a secret shot."
Tasta smiled lightly and said: "Then I would like to meet him for a while."
Ranbir felt quite a storm in his heart at this moment.
Everyone in the Swiss team respects their leader very much, and they naturally know how terrifying their leader's tricks are.
Although it seems that Mu Shou's hidden ball is not as amazing as Amadeus's, it is still amazing enough.
It's not just the Swiss team.
The wise people in the rest of the team have also seen it.
Q.P said indifferently: "I didn't expect that he actually mastered the secret ball?!"
Even Q.P was a little surprised. After all, it is basically impossible for ordinary junior high school students to master such a trick.
Bismarck scratched his head and said: "Can we only be regarded as the number two in their team? Then I want to see more and more who their number one is."
On the field.
Frankenstein struggled to his feet.
Tennis robot not only refers to his eyesight and ball control ability, but also his body is as strong as a robot.
If it weren't for that, he would never have gotten away with that goal just now.
But even though Frankensteiner had excellent physical fitness, there was some bitterness in his abdomen this time.