Tennis: Bind Longma at the beginning, double the return

Chapter 907: Imitation or not 2?

Just as he was about to serve.

Alfonso Solon suddenly opened his eyes.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"So that's how it works. That's the principle of wrist power explosion. The swing speed is very fast, but the habit of hitting the point will not change, but the force will increase."

Alfonso Solon seemed to have seen through Michael Bismarck's serving skills.

Said softly.

His voice is not loud.

But it was clearly heard by Michael Bismarck.

The latter couldn't help but feel nervous.

"If you can't see it, you don't need to see it."

There was a kind of proud confidence in Alfonso Solon's tone.

It seemed like everything was under his control.

However, at this moment, Fuji on the sidelines suddenly showed a look of astonishment, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"This guy……"

Fuji muttered to himself.

Seeing this, Atobe asked in confusion: "What's wrong, Fuji?"

Bu Er's expression remained solemn. He stared at Alfonso Solon on the field and said slowly:

"This guy actually has control over the mind!"

When Atobe heard this, he was shocked.

You know, the mind's eye is an extremely rare ability, usually only those players with special talents can open it.

For players like Alfonso Zoro who mainly rely on data flow playing style, it is basically impossible to open the talent of Mind's Eye.

Yanagi Renji beside him also looked solemn. He said in a deep voice:

"Trouble!"

Fuji nodded and explained:

“Normally, it takes a certain amount of talent to open the mind’s eye, but it is basically impossible for people in the data stream to open the mind’s eye.

Because people in data flow need to use their eyes to observe and collect data, they cannot give up vision.

However, Alfonso Solon did just that, completely abandoning data collection and playing with his heart instead."

"I'm not quite sure what kind of power it will have."

Fuji continued, "But what is certain is that Bismarck's speed advantage will be eliminated. Now we just need to deal with his strength with all our strength!"

Just as Bu Er finished speaking, a dull sound suddenly came from the field - bang!

When everyone looked closely, they saw that Michael Bismarck had already served the ball.

The ball was extremely fast, like lightning, and went straight to Alfonso Soron.

However, just when everyone thought that the ball was going to score directly again, an unexpected scene happened.

Alfonso Zoro's body suddenly turned into a blue light and rushed out as fast as lightning.

He held the racket in his hand, swung his arm violently, and swung towards a seemingly empty spot.

There was a loud bang, and it seemed as if the entire stadium was shaking with the sound.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a golden tennis ball appear in the center of the racket. It was like a shining meteor, flying towards the other side at an astonishing speed.

This attack was extremely powerful. Not only was it as fast as lightning, but it also came at a tricky angle, making it difficult to predict.

However, just as everyone was amazed, Alfonso Solon demonstrated his extraordinary skills.

He just shook his wrist, and the racket slid quickly from bottom to top, like a flash of lightning across the sky, hitting the tennis ball accurately.

“Intercepted!”

The audience couldn't help but exclaimed, "As expected of Alfonso Solon, he can even do this!"

"Humph, Alfonso Solon has improved a lot compared to the last qualifying round. He is no longer the same strength as before."

Someone praised.

"Come on, Alfonso Solon, win this game!"

The Turkish players shouted excitedly, they were full of confidence in Alfonso Solon.

In contrast, Bismarck looked unusually calm, as if he had anticipated all this.

He thought to himself, "If the opponent can't even fight back this, then he is not qualified to be called the second pillar of a team."

Indeed, Alfonso Solon's wrist power explodes and his serve is extremely fast, but for a player of Bismarck's level, it is only a matter of time before he hits back.

Moreover, he was far from using his full strength.

With sharp eyes, Bismarck quickly scanned the front and identified the path of the ball in an instant.

He took a big step without hesitation and rushed out like a cheetah.

Seeing that the tennis ball was about to fly across half the court, he immediately raised the racket in his hand, ready to give the opponent a fatal blow.

However, just as he was about to swing the racket, his body suddenly froze in place as if under a spell, completely unable to move, let alone make any action.

At the same time, under the influence of the rotational force, the tennis ball unexpectedly floated towards the sky against common sense, as if it had its own will.

"This move... is very similar to Fuji's..."

Bismarck stared at the tennis ball flying higher and higher, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he muttered to himself thoughtfully.

To most people, the tennis ball was clearly out of bounds.

But for those who are familiar with Fuji Shu's assist skills, they smelled a familiar smell from this ball.

"It seems that Player Bismarck is not surprised at all."

Alfonso Zoro, who was standing on the sidelines, had a mysterious smile on his face, as if he had anticipated this scene.

The tennis ball flying in the air was gently blown by the breeze, like a dancing butterfly.

Then, it drew a perfect 360-degree circle in the air, like a white dragon circling in the sky, and finally slammed down to the ground.

"This... isn't this Fuji-senpai's... White Whale? White Dragon?"

Kirihara's eyes widened, and he pointed at the arena and shouted excitedly.

"Why should I be surprised?"

Bismarck responded expressionlessly, “How could I, who is known as the master of data flow, not know Fuji’s skills?

But, is this something you deliberately imitated, or do you really have such ability?"

Although his voice was calm, his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a barely perceptible sharpness.

Alfonso Solon seemed a little abnormal today.

According to the information provided by Borg, Alfonso Solon should not have such numerous and fancy skills.

However, today he gives people a completely different feeling, as if he is a combination of Inui Sadaharu and Fuji Shusuke.

Bismarck stared at Alfonso Solon on the field and thought to himself.

Just as he was thinking, the tennis ball thrown by Alfonso Solon fell to the ground like a meteor, and its landing point was just above the baseline.

At this moment, the ball suddenly accelerated as if it was under a spell, and its speed suddenly increased halfway.

Bismarck saw this and cried out in his heart: "Not good!"

He didn't have time to think carefully, and his body instinctively rushed to the bottom corner in an attempt to intercept the ball.

However, unexpectedly, the tennis ball did not fly out of bounds as expected after landing, but flew straight towards Alfonso Solon as if it was being pulled by an invisible hand.

Swish——!

A golden beam of light flashed across Bismarck's shoulder like lightning.

Bang——!

Alfonso Zoro slowly opened his palm, and the tennis ball flew into his hand lightly like a tamed bird.

"Of course I know that this is Fuji Shusuke's specialty, but I have a lot of experience in improving other people's skills. Bismarck, what do you think of this move?"

Alfonso Solon's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

Beep!

The referee's whistle suddenly sounded, breaking the tense atmosphere on the court.

The audience's attention was instantly focused on the court, and Alfonso Solon was standing there with a confident smile on his face.

"Score!"

The referee shouted, "Alfonso Solon scores, the score is 15:0!"

Alfonso Solon's attack obviously caught his opponent off guard. His skills were as fast as lightning, leaving the opponent no time to react.

"Fuji Shusuke's talent is indeed admirable, but many of his skills still have a lot of room for improvement."

Alfonso Solon said proudly, "I just made a few minor adjustments and it produced such an amazing effect."

His words revealed an absolute confidence in his own skills, as if this improved skill was his exclusive secret that no one could match.

"How is it? This power is pretty good, right?"

Alfonso Solon continued to show off, "Isn't it more difficult than before?"

He explained the principle of this skill in detail: "I use high-speed backspin to lead the ball into the sky, and with the help of the wind, let the ball return to the court in the form of a backspin. In addition, in this process, I also cleverly add a little topspin, so that the ball can land faster and it is more difficult for the opponent to deal with it."

Alfonso Solon's face was full of pride, and he seemed very satisfied with his innovations and improvements.

"Wow, this skill is so cool!"

The audience on the sidelines were amazed, "It's actually possible to make the ball fly back to my hands, this is simply magic!"

However, some careful viewers noticed the conversation between Alfonso Solon and his teammates.

"No, they just mentioned in their conversation that this skill actually belongs to Fuji Shusuke of the German team, but it was improved by Alfonso Zoro."

This discovery made people even more excited about the game. They originally thought it was just an ordinary duel, but now it seems that there are many stories and skills hidden in it.

"Interesting, this game is getting more and more exciting!"

The audience commented, "This skill is really gorgeous. I wonder how Fuji Shusuke will deal with it?"

"Wow, this Turkish player named Alfonso Solon is really a hidden talent! He has been famous since the last competition, and he is indeed very talented!"

The audience in the stadium whispered to each other and praised Alfonso Solon for his outstanding performance.

"White Whale... It's amazing that Alfonso Zoro could make such a subtle improvement on this move! But..."

Kirihara raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely perceptible disdain, "He is too confident."

Even Kirihara himself was caught off guard by the power and effect of this goal.

He thought to himself: "Although this white whale has been improved, it is still inferior to Fuji's white dragon."

"I remember that after Fuji evolved the White Whale into the White Dragon, not only did it fly faster, but its falling speed was also more amazing, and its landing route was ever-changing and unpredictable."

Jurgen Borisovich Berti on the side said thoughtfully.

"Could it be that he has never seen the White Dragon?"

Berti frowned slightly, a little surprised at Alfonso Solon's confidence.

In his eyes, although the white whale improved by Alfonso Zoro does have its merits, it is still slightly inferior to the white dragon.

Although the power of White Whale has been improved compared to the original version, compared with many other ball skills, its ball path is relatively high and the landing speed is not fast enough, which leaves the opponent with ample reaction time.

And for a player of Bismarck's level, these times are undoubtedly a great opportunity to win.

The power of this move lies in its unexpectedness, which often causes many people to lose points when they are caught off guard.

However, this also means that once the opponent is prepared, the effectiveness of this move will be greatly reduced.

It is obvious that Alfonso Zoro's improvements have not yet reached the power level of the White Dragon.

"Lin Nan is talking about inexplicable confidence?"

Bismarck fell silent, thinking to himself.

This move did cause him to lose points when he was caught off guard, but moves like this would never work against him again after being used once.

Looking at Alfonso Solon's confident and even complacent look, Bismarck couldn't help feeling speechless.

According to common sense, the opponent has seen big scenes after all. How could he be so complacent just because he improved his skills a little bit?

"call……"

Bismarck let out a long breath, as if to release all the tension and pressure in his heart.

He adjusted himself slightly, then gently tapped the tennis racket in his hand on the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As the racket hit the ground, a rhythmic beating sound was made.

The sound was like a heartbeat, gradually stabilizing, and Bismarck's breathing on the opposite side also became more and more steady.

White Whale's offensive intention was very obvious, and he had enough time to respond to the attack.

Bismarck knew very well that if Alfonso Solon could perform a stunt like the White Whale, then he might have also learned other skills of Bu Er.

In other words, Alfonso Solon definitely has more than one football skill.

This thought flashed through Bismarck's mind, and he immediately prepared to serve.

He swung the racket quickly and the tennis ball flew out from his fingertips like lightning.

At the moment of falling, Bismarck's racket-holding arm suddenly turned into a stream of light, as if endowed with infinite power.

Then he suddenly exerted his wrist strength and hit the tennis ball hard with his racket.

Bang!

A crisp hitting sound resounded throughout the court, and the tennis ball flew out at high speed like a cannonball.

It bounced back quickly after landing, becoming even faster, and rushed towards Alfonso Sauron like lightning.