Counterattack!! Break Point!! Surpassing the National Level at 11 Years Old?!
In the audience stands.
The group of junior high school players from the Preparatory Camp were all stunned, their expressions like wooden statues.
Bei Mo's clean and swift counterattack to score almost made them think they were experiencing an illusion.
Just less than a minute ago, Polk had used his sweet spot technique to secure a point, stabilizing the situation.
But the sudden reversal of the situation was a bit too much for them to adjust to quickly.
When did...sweet spot strikes become so easily blocked and even countered?!
And the group of high school players' expressions weren't any better at this time.
The smiles they had shown earlier because of Polk's score froze on the faces of several people.
Bismarck even pointed in the direction of the competition court, his voice filled with astonishment, "How did he do that?! Bei Mo's strength...could it be that he's actually stronger than Polk?!"
Schneider's face was also full of disbelief.
He practiced with Polk most frequently on a daily basis.
He had also seen Polk's mastery and improvement in sweet spot techniques.
He had also clearly seen just now that Bei Mo's counterattack didn't use sweet spot techniques!
But why was he able to counterattack?!
"This Bei Mo didn't use sweet spot techniques!"
"If I'm not mistaken...he used an extremely special muscle exertion method!"
"This exertion method can significantly increase muscle tightness, and even form a combined exertion of multiple muscle groups in the body!"
"Otherwise, with his previous strength, it wouldn't be possible to complete the counterattack so easily!"
"However, exactly how much his muscle tightness increased during the moment of impact...we'll have to wait for the results provided by the analysts after the match!"
"Bei Mo...his strength completely surpassed our expectations!"
"It even makes me feel a little scared!"
"And his presence here is absolutely good news for our German U-17 team!"
Hanf Savich spoke in a deep voice, his gaze towards Bei Mo in the court revealing an indescribable special brilliance.
As the current captain of the German U-17 national team.
Originally, seeing Polk, his successor, grow up, was already very comforting.
His goal for this U-17 World Cup was to achieve the eight consecutive championships!
Polk was destined to be the captain of the next German U-17 team, and he believed that in two years, he would be able to lead Bismarck and the others to achieve their ninth consecutive championship!
Now, with Bei Mo's appearance, it was as if he saw a terrifying genius who would be able to shoulder the destiny of the German U-17's tenth consecutive championship in the next U-17 World Cup!!
For a moment.
He felt a renewed and unwavering fighting spirit towards this year's U-17 World Cup!!
And Bismarck and Schneider naturally understood his words.
Their hearts trembled as their eyes met.
They understood.
In this match, no matter whether Polk won or lost.
Hanf Savich had completely acknowledged Bei Mo.
As long as he stayed on the German U-17 team!
He would gradually enjoy all the top-level resources of the German U-17 training camp at the age of less than 12, using them to grow.
On the competition court.
The match between Bei Mo and Polk had resumed.
With the activation of the "Six Dao Technique - Ignorance", Bei Mo, just as Retru and Hanf Savich had thought, was completely capable of going head-to-head against Polk who was using sweet spot techniques.
His most primitive, violent factors allowed him to face Polk on the court, completely matching him in terms of strength.
15-30!
30-30!
30-40!
...
Both players were completely immersed in this match, and even tacitly put their game strategies aside for the time being.
But what furrowed the brows of everyone in the stadium once again was.
They didn't expect that Bei Mo could not only resist sweet spot light strikes without any experience with sweet spot techniques.
But in this set, he was also leading in the score!
Although the lead wasn't big!
But judging from the pace of the match, Polk seemed to have become increasingly passive.
Bei Mo had already gotten the match point!!
"Bang!"
As the match point balls continued to be exchanged, Polk's backhand volley hit the sweet spot, losing control of the ball.
As the racket trembled, the tennis ball bounced high into the air.
Faced with this opportunity ball, Bei Mo leapt into the air, raising his racket high and swung fiercely.
"Bang!!"
A high-pressure smash from the front court targeted Polk's backhand baseline.
There was no doubt about it.
Even if Polk wanted to chase after this ball, his footwork and body turning speed wouldn't allow him to do so.
"Bei Mo scores! End of set! Score 0-2! Change serve!"
As the referee announced the score.
All the players in the Preparatory Camp audience had stood up.
"He broke his serve?! Polk was actually broken!"
"We're done...the two-point game score difference! The score disadvantage has appeared!"
"How can this Bei Mo be so strong! Why can an 11-year-old do this?!"
"If he can suppress Polk, doesn't that mean his strength is the same as Polk's! Both of them have surpassed the national level?!"
"What the heck...surpassing the national level at 11 years old! Is that even possible!!"
"....."
In their eyes, Polk had always been the existence they looked up to in the Preparatory Camp.
His own strength had already qualified him to be promoted to the high school player area.
Now!
He was forced to use sweet spot techniques in the match and was at a score disadvantage.
This was something they couldn't have imagined.
Compared to them.
Although the high school players weren't as excited.
But their furrowed brows reflected their complicated emotions.
You have to understand...
The strength that Polk was showing now was not something that all of them, the high school players, could contend with!
However, they wouldn't be foolish enough to poke fun at this.
Before, they had only lost to Polk, but now...there was an 11-year-old kid stepping on their heads!!
They would never admit to this, not in a million years!!
And Hanf Savich leaned forward, his gaze filled with deep meaning as he watched Bei Mo, who was standing with his racket on the competition court.
His expression made Bismarck and Schneider realize.
"Captain, Polk's mistake just now was quite rare! But he should still have a chance!"
Hanf Savich shook his head, "It wasn't a mistake! There was something wrong with the ball he received!"
"Something wrong?!" Bismarck and the others were stunned.
Hanf Savich nodded slightly, "Yes, Bei Mo's shot just now...had the shadow of sweet spot techniques!"
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