HCB Chapter 508: Tyrant scores a goal, Berti is surprised
Chapter 508: Tyrant scores a goal, Berti is surprised
Beichuan looked at the people who were laughing at him and just smiled gently. That smile was like a spring breeze, but it seemed to hide a hint of imperceptible coldness.
Immediately, he raised his chin towards his companions, his eyes fixed precisely on Akutsu, and he said softly, "Senior Akutsu."
Although the sound was soft, it was clearly audible in this slightly noisy tennis hall, as if it had a special magic that could penetrate all the noise.
"Since the other party is yelling so loudly, why don't you go and help him move around and digest his food."
At that moment, Beichuan was ready to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, so that no one would dare to shout in front of them.
Although one of the purposes of his trip was to collect information on players from other national teams, he didn't want to pay too much attention to these mediocre players.
Hearing this, "Yeah!"
Akutsu responded, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. That smile was like a wolf in the dark night, with a hint of cruelty and tyranny.
There was a strong tyranny flashing in his eyes, like two burning flames, full of aggression.
An unruly aura instantly emanated from him, like a surging tide, instantly enveloping his entire body.
His body was slightly tense, his hands tightly gripped the racket, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, as if he was ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.
However, even in the face of Akutsu's oppressive aura, the contestants who had previously provoked and shouted at him not only did not show the slightest fear, but instead became even more aggressive and burst into laughter.
Their laughter was filled with contempt for Akutsu, and they seemed completely unaware of the impending danger.
They laughed and exchanged glances with each other, as if to say that this junior high school student was just bluffing.
In response, Akutsu's smile became more cruel, like a sharp blade, emitting a cold chill.
He didn't say much, but just gripped the racket tightly in his hand, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush it, and then walked straight towards the court.
His eyes were always fixed on his opponent, as if he couldn't wait to tear him to pieces.
Not long after, after Akutsu came onto the court, he stood still with his feet firmly rooted in the ground, like a pine tree, strong and upright.
He took a deep look at the black player opposite him, his gaze seemed to be able to see through the other person's heart, with a chilling deterrent power.
Then he started hitting the tennis ball.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The crisp sound of slapping balls rang out in the tennis hall, and each sound seemed like the roar of a war drum, striking everyone's heart.
The sound was rhythmic, repeating over and over again, as if it was playing a prelude to the upcoming battle.
With every collision between the racket and the tennis ball, Akutsu's body rises and falls slightly, his muscles tense and relax, showing a beauty of strength and rhythm.
Suddenly, Akutsu's eyes flashed, like a cheetah locking onto its prey, and he threw the tennis ball in his hand high into the air, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.
At the same time, his racket swung violently as if carrying the force of a mountain, hitting the tennis ball with a tremendous force.
"Loud bangs rang out one after another." The sound was deafening, like thunder exploding in the ground, causing the entire tennis hall to tremble slightly.
Looking back, the tennis ball had already shot out like a cannonball, hitting the opponent's chest at an astonishing speed.
The impact was so great that the opponent lost his balance instantly and flew backwards.
It was just a face-to-face encounter, and the black player didn't even have time to react before he was sent flying on the spot.
His body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
He lay on the ground with a painful expression on his face, his hands covering his chest, and gasping for breath.
The players in the tennis stadium were stunned when they saw this scene.
Their mouths were wide open and their eyes were round, as if they had seen something incredible.
No one expected this situation to happen. They originally thought it was just an ordinary competition, but they didn't expect it to start in such a shocking way.
The most important thing is that this junior high school student in front of him can actually demonstrate professional-level strength.
This alone is enough to beat the vast majority of high school players present.
"How can you be so strong?"
One contestant couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, his voice full of shock and confusion. His body was trembling slightly, and it was obvious that he had not yet recovered from the shocking scene.
"Are those rumors true?"
Another contestant muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief, his gaze fixed on Akutsu, as if trying to find the answer from him.
"Does Beichuan really possess top-tier professional-level combat capabilities?"
Everyone was talking at once, and everyone's eyes were filled with surprise and disbelief.
They looked at Akutsu on the court, and the shock in their hearts was like surging waves, which took a long time to calm down.
At this moment, the entire tennis stadium was silent, with only the occasional exclamations of the players breaking this brief tranquility.
However, for Akutsu, he always had that rebellious expression from beginning to end.
He raised his chin slightly, his eyes filled with disdain for everyone present, as if to say that these people were not worth his attention at all.
"Why don't you scream?"
His voice was deep and intimidating, echoing in the tennis hall like a loud bell.
"Who wants a dog to bark? Come up and play with me?"
His words were like sharp daggers, stabbing directly at those who had previously mocked them.
As he spoke, he turned his body slightly and scanned the entire audience. His provocative eyes made everyone present feel guilty.
After hearing this, everyone present fell into silence.
They looked at each other, their faces full of embarrassment and awkwardness.
Now none of them wants to be the first to stand out. After all, the young man on the field is not a soft persimmon that can be bullied by anyone. He used his strength to teach everyone a severe lesson.
Some people lowered their heads slightly, not daring to meet Akutsu's gaze, while others quietly took a few steps back, fearing that they would be noticed by Akutsu.
The entire tennis hall was filled with a depressing atmosphere, which was in stark contrast to the noise just now.
After looking around for a moment, Akutsu snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain.
He turned and walked off the court.
This also put an end to the farce just now, an end that used strength as a brush and slapped everyone in the face.
And at this moment, "Captain Beichuan's companions are really amazing."
A gentle yet meaningful voice sounded.
Berti Barisavich-Polke, who was standing next to the Swiss U-17 team, had a faint smile on her face and spoke softly to Kitagawa.
There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, but more of an elusive meaning.
Of course, having said that, he was also a little surprised by Akutsu's performance.
But in his deep eyes, the surprise was only superficial and was soon covered up by a certain purpose deep in his heart.
He raised his head slightly, looked past Beichuan and towards the direction of the court, as if thinking about something.