HCB Chapter 548: The Arrogance of Age, the Rage of Tyrant Akutsu and Emperor Sanada Genichirō
Chapter 548: The Arrogance of Age, the Rage of Tyrant Akutsu and Emperor Sanada Genichirō
Chapter 548: The Arrogance of Age, the Rage of Tyrant Akutsu and Emperor Sanada Genichirō
"We have to win this game."
Andy Dennis had a serious expression, and his eyes revealed a firm determination.
He said to McPherson Curtis seriously, "In the meantime, please put away that dirty look of yours and play the game seriously."
After saying this, he no longer paid attention to McPherson Curtis and walked straight to his position on the court with steady steps.
Each of his steps was firm and powerful, as if declaring his strength and determination to his opponent.
He stood in his position, observing his opponent calmly, waiting for the game to begin.
After hearing this, McPherson Curtis's expression became even more gloomy and grim, like the sky before a storm, covered with dark clouds.
He snorted coldly at Akutsu across from him and said viciously, "Kid, you should be thankful that you're playing tennis right now. Otherwise, you'd be a corpse already."
The tone was full of threats, as if he would really kill Akutsu outside the arena.
There was a fierce gleam in his eyes as he stared at Akutsu closely, as if he wanted to take in his every move.
After hearing this, Akutsu revealed an extremely cruel sneer on his face.
To be honest, if there was no competition at this time, with Akutsu's hot temper, he would definitely rush towards the opponent without hesitation.
The other party's repeated provocations had already made him furious, not to mention that the other party was also insulting Beichuan, which touched his bottom line.
Akutsu's body was shaking violently with anger, his hands were clenched into fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.
His eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent, and he wished he could tear McPherson Curtis opposite him into pieces immediately.
Fortunately, however, Akutsu had Genichirō Sanada by his side.
Genichirō Sanada was quick-witted and quick-handed, and he immediately grabbed the furious Akutsu.
"Akuzu,"
Genichirō Sanada looked at Akutsu with a serious expression and said, "The captain specially arranged for us to play in this match. If you act impulsively like this, the captain will definitely be angry."
His voice was calm and firm, and seemed to have a soothing power.
He held Akutsu's arm tightly, his eyes revealing concern and trust.
Just these two sentences calmed down the furious Akutsu.
Akutsu gritted his teeth, suppressing the anger in his heart, and then walked to his seat in silence.
His footsteps were a little heavy, and every step seemed like he was suppressing the anger in his heart.
He walked to his seat, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down, preparing for the upcoming game.
As the players from both sides took their positions, the referee on the podium straightened his back. Wearing a neat referee uniform, he scanned the entire court with a focused look to make sure everything was ready.
Then he put the whistle in his hand to his lips and blew it hard.
"Didi di di di!!!"
The whistle was sharp and loud, cutting through the tense air and echoing over the stadium.
“英国U-17代表队与瑞士U-17代表队的U-17代表队世界杯巡回赛第2局双打一比赛。瑞士U-17代表队发球局。”
"Game start."
The referee's voice was carried throughout the stadium through the loudspeaker, clear and powerful.
His voice was like a battle horn, announcing the official start of this fierce confrontation.
"I'll serve."
A cruel sneer appeared on Akutsu's face, and that smile seemed like a demon from hell.
He seemed ready to send McPherson Curtis to hell with one shot, making him pay for his previous arrogance.
"I've changed my mind now. I'm going to make you experience the pain of a life worse than death!"
His voice, filled with anger and determination, echoed throughout the stadium.
As he spoke, he moved his shoulders and adjusted himself.
After saying that, Akutsu raised his arms high and threw the tennis ball in his hand into the air.
The tennis ball sparkled silver in the sunlight and slowly rose up, like a cannonball about to explode.
Akutsu's eyes were fixed on the tennis ball, and there was a fierce look in his eyes.
He squatted slightly, ready to serve.
call out!
The next moment, Akutsu's eyes fixed, revealing a ferociousness that made people feel terrified.
A rich, bloody red color seemed to be rising from his entire body. The color was like blood, making people shudder at the sight of it.
The air around seemed to be affected by this bloody smell, becoming oppressive and dull.
Akutsu looked deeply at McPherson Curtis opposite him, his eyes seemed to see through the other's soul.
Immediately, he leaped up, his body drawing a graceful arc in the air, while swinging the racket in his hand fiercely.
His movements were smooth and powerful, as if he were a machine that had been trained countless times, precise and deadly.
boom!
Accompanied by a crisp collision sound, the scarlet color quickly spread inward, like a lively red ribbon, covering the tennis ball.
The tennis ball seemed to turn into a sharp dagger in an instant, emitting a deadly aura.
In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball shot towards McPherson Curtis on the opposite side like an arrow, at a speed so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.
The tennis ball drew a blurry trajectory in the air and rushed towards McPherson Curtis with a powerful force.
Rumble!
In an instant, a deafening roar suddenly appeared on the field.
After the tennis ball fell to the ground, it left a crack on the court that continued to spread, as if the earth was torn apart by this powerful force.
Then, the tennis ball bounced up directly, with an unstoppable momentum, and shot straight towards the left knee of McPherson Curtis on the opposite side.
It is no exaggeration to say that if this ball really hit McPherson Curtis's knee, the opponent's knee would probably be severely damaged, and he would definitely become a lamb to be slaughtered, losing his fighting ability on the court.
The dust raised when the tennis ball landed on the ground was like gun smoke on a battlefield, filling the air and adding a bit of tension to the atmosphere.