Match begins! North Mo: I didn't plan on holding back either! [Reward for extra chapters]
“North Mo! Polk! Are you ready?”
After Hanf·Savitch made his statement, Retru, who valued efficiency, looked directly at North Mo and Polk sitting in the two player benches.
“Ready to start anytime!”
Polk had already stood up holding his racket as he spoke.
And North Mo
“Tap tap tap——”
“Though you wasted some time, I understand!”
“Let's go!”
The entire stadium fell silent.
Even though it wasn't as loud as Retru's voice with the microphone.
North Mo's indifferent voice could still reach the ears of many people in the stands as he walked onto the court with his racket under his arm.
His silhouette walking onto the court made Hanf·Savitch and a group of high school players involuntarily frown.
This silhouette conveyed only one feeling to them.
Confidence!!
Even a hint of arrogance that made them feel oddly uncomfortable!
“Bismarck… If you had to make a prediction for this match now!”
“What do you think is the chance of this young man winning?”
Hanf·Savitch turned his head to look at Bismarck who was already sitting beside him, and asked.
Bismarck held his head, looking distressed.
“Captain! Even the data analysts can't figure out North Mo's full potential... How can I possibly predict the outcome!”
But.
His answer also made Hanf·Savitch's eyes narrow slightly.
“Even you, who clearly understand Polk's strength… Can’t help but lean towards this North Mo…”
Bismarck's expression froze.
He thought to himself that he had spoken out of turn.
Hanf·Savitch didn't probe further, but simply shifted his gaze back to the direction of the competition court.
If Bismarck's answer had been the same as before, firmly standing by Polk’s side.
Then he was confident!
The result of this match wouldn't have any unexpected surprises!
But… any hesitation at all!
It was enough to tell him something!
…
Both ends of the competition net.
As North Mo and Polk faced each other, the training camp's referee stood solemnly between them.
“Coin toss to decide who serves first!”
“Heads!”
“Tails!”
Polk didn't try to “yield” and was the first to speak up, “grabbing” the choice of heads.
North Mo didn’t care.
Besides being a shortcut to directly enjoy the best training conditions of the German U-17 team.
Likewise.
This match was also the best opportunity for North Mo to see exactly what level of strength he had reached after taking the second allocation of talent origin fluid!
Because the training camp's analysts would definitely perform a comprehensive analysis of this match!
And Polk… was undoubtedly the most suitable opponent for him at this stage!!
So, he didn't care about the verbal confrontation between Retru and Hanf·Savitch just now.
The only thing that mattered to him was this match!!
“Clack—”
“Tails! North Mo serves first!”
The coin toss was completed as the coin landed.
The referee announced who would serve first.
North Mo said calmly, “It seems… I was rewarded for my wasted time!”
Polk, on the other hand, remained expressionless.
Turning to walk to the receiving baseline, he said in a deep voice, “Then let me see… your full strength!”
“I won't hold back in this match!”
“Because I'm representing not only myself, but also the dignity of all the players in the German U-17 team!”
North Mo raised an eyebrow.
Dignity…
He admitted that Polk's personality would inevitably make him a top player and an outstanding leader.
But!
On the court, one person can't represent a group!
Dignity ultimately belongs to the strong and the victorious!
…
“Match begins! North Mo serves!”
As North Mo and Polk each stood at their respective receiving baselines, the referee gave the command.
Every single person in the stands focused their gaze on North Mo, who was holding the tennis ball and racket.
Whether it was Bismarck and the others who had witnessed North Mo's performance in the selection test firsthand.
Or Hanf·Savitch and the others who wanted to see where North Mo's confidence came from.
At this moment!
The first serve that North Mo was about to hit was destined to become the focus of the entire stadium.
“Clap clap—”
North Mo could naturally feel the gazes focused on him as he bounced the ball in his hand.
He grabbed the bouncing ball.
“Swish—”
He raised his hand and tossed it up.
The ball rolled up with a spin.
This match… I didn’t intend to hold back either!!
“Six Dao Technique – Impermanence!!”
“Bang—”
Without the slightest intention of holding back, the muscles on his arm outside his jersey were even more defined as he swung his racket.
The sound of the hit, which made many people in the audience flinch, exploded throughout the court.
The tennis ball sped out from the racket, flashing and changing positions in the air with a strange and erratic trajectory.
As the receiver.
Polk’s mind flashed with two thoughts in a split second!!
Horrifying Spin!!
Exaggerated Speed!!
Just as he reacted, he heard the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground to his right.
Without hesitation.
Due to the rigorous daily training he imposed on himself, his body had already developed a kind of conditioned reflex-like muscle movement.
In time!!
Even without catching a clear trajectory of the ball, as long as he knew the landing point, he had a chance to return the ball!!
His sturdy body leaped sideways, fueled by the strength of his legs.
He raised his racket high in the air, using his experience!
Topspin serves mainly use side spin and top spin!
No matter which!
The trajectory of the bouncing ball will always be higher.
As long as he could block in front of the ball's trajectory, letting his racket touch the ball.
He was confident he could return this shot!!
However…
“Thump—”
Polk fell straight to the ground, holding his racket.
And in front of him, there was a tennis ball spinning continuously on the court floor.
“Hiss hiss—”
“Hiss hiss—”
He was startled, and the sound of the ball spinning and rubbing against the ground kept ringing in his ears.
He even forgot to get up for a while.
He just watched as the ball gradually spun slower and slower, until it stopped moving, and froze in place.
The junior high school players from the reserve camp sitting in the stands.
The high school players led by Hanf·Savitch.
Retru, Q.P., and Berti sitting in the rest area.
And even Mark, the assistant coaches and staff who were watching the match together.
For a moment, they all stared blankly at the result of the serve North Mo had hit on the court.
This was…
What kind of serve was that?!
“Referee, even without using Hawk-Eye replay, the landing point of this ball should be clear, right?”
“You should announce the score!”
North Mo’s indifferent voice echoed through the court.
This not only brought the stunned referee back to his senses.
But also made all the eyes that had been fixed on the ball gradually shift to the figure standing at the other end of the court.
“The spin on this ball… I’ve never seen anything like it!” Hanf·Savitch murmured in a low voice, which made the high school players subconsciously swallow their saliva.
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