0024 Ryoga Echizen, who doesn’t want to lose! His devoured talent finally awakens!
“Bang——”
“Bang——”
Bei Mo and the others watched Ryoga Echizen and Dudu Obando playing on the court.
Perhaps because of the first set, the latter had a clear understanding of Ryoga Echizen's strength.
Right from the start.
The opponent launched a series of direct line drives, and his strength advantage clearly put Ryoga Echizen in a difficult situation.
Dudu Obando was definitely not a weakling among players at the state level.
Losing to Bei Mo was only because his opponent was Bei Mo.
Top-tier physical strength among his peers, and his high arm span and amazing jumping ability.
In front of Ryoga Echizen, the opponent had become an impenetrable defensive gate.
After a fierce battle for 3 minutes.
“Bang！！”
“The match is over! Dudu Obando wins!”
Bei Mo felt a little helpless as he announced the result.
Against Chico Balentin, a player on the verge of state-level, Ryoga Echizen's tennis talent might allow him to achieve victory against a stronger opponent.
But it was still too much to ask to defeat Dudu Obando.
It wasn't just the objective gap in age and physical fitness.
Even the time spent playing tennis was significantly different!
Furthermore, Ryoga Echizen's training intensity over the past year was not high.
Losing this set was only natural.
After all, his period of rapid growth hasn't started yet!
Nanjiro Echizen, who was standing behind him watching the match, didn't seem to care about Ryoga Echizen's defeat.
He smacked his lips and said leisurely, "Tsk tsk tsk! Although this kid has lost quite a few matches, the opponent has always been you!"
“This is the first time he's lost to an opponent other than you!"
“Look at him now... he's very unconvinced!"
Bei Mo nodded, “He can't beat him now... but in a few years, the situation will be completely different!"
Nanjiro Echizen didn't comment on this.
The look in his eyes as he looked at Ryoga Echizen was clearly full of anticipation.
In his heart.
Bei Mo's talent was undoubtedly the strongest he had ever seen.
Ryoga Echizen came in second.
A temporary defeat didn't mean that the opponent could never surpass Dudu Obando.
On the contrary, this defeat might be the best catalyst for his growth!
On the court.
Ryoga Echizen's expression was indeed not good.
The spirit he had when he defeated Chico Balentin had now vanished.
He also understood.
His loss in this set was the result of not training hard enough in the past year.
If he could break through to the state level...
Then perhaps the outcome of this match would be different!
But he didn't get discouraged.
Since he knew the problem, then he just had to solve it!
Dudu Obando didn't underestimate Ryoga Echizen in the slightest because he had won this set.
He also undoubtedly acknowledged Ryoga Echizen's strength.
Being able to resist him at full strength for 3 minutes in one set, despite not yet reaching the state level!
There were even signs that he had grown somewhat since the previous set.
That was already a very terrifying thing.
“Ryoga, this was a very good match!”
“But you have to be prepared for the next set!”
“Reinhardt is even stronger than me! He’s at the national level!”
Ryoga Echizen saw Dudu Obando pointing at Reinhardt who was already standing at the baseline with his racket in hand, ready to play.
His eyes were full of seriousness.
“National level... besides Boss! I haven't played against anyone at the national level before!”
...
Half a minute later.
The third set had already begun.
Ryoga Echizen looked solemnly at Reinhardt standing at the baseline.
He raised his hand to toss the ball, swung his racket, and hit the ball.
Reinhardt remained unmoved.
He ran, backhanding the flat serve that was heading straight towards the corner of the court.
Dudu Obando and the two of them could constantly hear the sound of the ball hitting the racket, their gazes shifting along with the ball shadows weaving back and forth across the net.
They could tell.
Reinhardt didn't intend to use his national-level strength to crush Ryoga Echizen.
Instead, he was playing a defensive counterattack, actively giving his opponent the opportunity to perform at his full potential.
The first rally lasted a full minute and a half.
...
On the other side.
As the match progressed, Nanjiro Echizen raised his eyebrows as he watched the “stalemate” unfold.
“I thought Reinhardt was different from the other two before!"
“As expected... his talent is the strongest among these three kids!"
“Stinky boy, test you! Can you tell what’s special about this kid’s tennis?"
Hearing his “test,” Bei Mo calmly replied, "Overcoming his own weaknesses! Or from another perspective, he is able to quickly adjust his body movements based on his opponent's stroke trajectory!"
“Ryoga has been attacking Reinhardt’s backhand almost the entire match!"
“Because he observed that when his opponent returned the first serve, there was a slight deviation in the landing point!"
“But Reinhardt's rapid self-adjustment, or even the repair of his weakness! He quickly improved his backhand control!"
“If they keep playing like this, even if Reinhardt doesn't show his national-level strength! Ryoga will be under more and more pressure! Losing is only a matter of time!"
Nanjiro Echizen grinned.
“I knew your eyes could see the problem!"
“Reinhardt, this little fellow, will become a world-class player in the future, without a doubt!”
“The American tennis world is lucky!”
Bei Mo didn't say anything else, just calmly watching the match in front of him.
One minute!
Two minutes!
...
“Bang!”
“Reinhardt scores! 0-40!”
When Reinhardt took the third point, Ryoga Echizen finally started to get anxious.
He had already lost one match.
If he couldn't take even one point against Reinhardt, who clearly wasn't going all out!
He himself would feel very ashamed!!
He even felt that he was embarrassing Bei Mo and Nanjiro Echizen!!
“Crrr!”
His grip on the tennis ball tightened under the complex emotions, a strange color flashed in his eyes.
Reinhardt and the three of them didn't notice this, only thinking that Ryoga Echizen's game mentality had gone awry.
But Bei Mo and Nanjiro Echizen clearly sensed something was wrong.
“This kid’s…,”
“Why is there such dangerous spiritual energy suddenly!”
Nanjiro Echizen muttered to himself, his brows involuntarily furrowed.
Bei Mo’s heart sank.
It happened after all!!
The strange talent called "devour".
Ryoga Echizen, who hadn't undergone any spiritual power training, suddenly experienced an overflow of spiritual energy.
Bei Mo couldn't think of any other reason besides this "devouring" talent truly beginning to awaken.
He quickly calculated in his mind.
His eyes fixed on the opponent's current expression of unwillingness to accept defeat.
Was the desire to win in his heart the final push that triggered the awakening of this power…?
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