When the sixth game ended, Gu Yang and Jibu Shengzi were both standing in front of the table, relatively speechless to each other. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Holy Son of the Jealous Department was sinking like water at the moment, and there was an emotion called uneasiness spreading in his mind, this emotion, for the first time in so long, appeared in his mind, or because of this guy named Gu Yang.

"The strength is inferior to me, but the momentum is on par with me...... What kind of wicked are you? In the mind of the Holy Son of the Taboo Department, such a sentence echoed, and it never retreated for a long time.

In the past, Gu Yang was also called a demon by others, but this title would never come out of the mouth of the Holy Son of the Taboo Department.

But now...... It can only be said that Gu Yang is really going to be invincible.

Tie seven, this is the situation that the two will face next.

In other words, the victory in the sixth game was won by Gu Yang, and the holy son of the Jibu was unable to defeat Gu Yang in the first six games, and the two sides had to face the final battle.

Before the start of the seventh game, the atmosphere in the gymnasium at the final site had been extremely depressed, and no one thought that Gu Yang would be able to force the Holy Son of Jibu to this extent before the game, and now it looks a little unbelievable.

……

Buster, UK. In Li's home, the former captain of the British table tennis team looked at the two strong men in the picture in front of him with great interest, and the corners of his mouth set off a faint arc, a little demonic and a little evil.

"Gu Yang? Looks like the tens of millions of pounds I threw out weren't wasted, you're an amazing fellow! ”

After evaluating Gu Yang, Buster. Lee turned off the projector in front of him, got up, and stood on the ground.

"Sith!"

The butler Sith responded, "Is there something wrong with the young master?" ”

Buster. Li nodded: "I want to play a game, do you want to play with me?" ”

Sith smiled slightly: "Didn't the young master watch the last game?" ”

Buster. Li shook his head: "Don't look at it, it's enough to know the final ending." But now I'm being aroused by the two of them, let's go, play with me for a while! ”

"Okay, young master!" Sith nodded, and with Bust. Lee walked out.

Some people may ask, with Buster's professional level, is it a bit too boring to let a butler like Sith accompany him?

However, if the players of the British national team were standing here, standing in front of the Sith, they would never have such a thought.

William. Sith, the former winning king of the British national table tennis team, for some reason, actually came to Buster's house and became a housekeeper.

The other side......

At Wu Lao's home, Wu Lao dialed the phone while watching the TV.

"Well, is there any movement on the Japanese side?"

A voice came from the other end of the phone: "The organization has started!" ”

Wu Lao frowned: "It's already the last game, what else can they do?" ”

The voice on the other end of the phone: "In the gymnasium, it seems that there are still members of the organization deployed there......"

Wu Lao immediately realized the seriousness of the matter, the black hand of the Kuroda family, this time it was too long, presumably they paid a considerable price.

"If I want to make sure this game is fair until the end, what do I need to do, old man?"

Hearing Wu Lao's reply, the other end of the phone was silent......

At the scene of the game, the seventh game between the Holy Son of the Jealous Department and Gu Yang had started, and the atmosphere was extremely hot.

The earth-shattering shouts in the audience have come and gone, and they have not stopped......

"Come on!"

This cheer, I don't know who it was shouted for.

"Gu Yang!"

"Gu Yang!"

"Holy Monarch Jealousy!"

"Holy Son, come on!"

The atmosphere in the audience was extremely hot, and the two people fighting in front of the table were also fighting without reservation.

Gu Yang has been forced into a desperate situation by the Holy Son of the Jibu Department, and after the perfect connection of three consecutive boards, Gu Yang knew that he couldn't hold on, but if he lost this goal, he would inevitably be defeated in the future.

"You can't lose, this ball must be carried by the master!"

Gu Yang is really fighting, almost overdrawing his physical strength, his spirit is extremely tense at this moment, Gu Yang is a little crazy at this moment, and he is crazy and flamboyant.

The Holy Son of the Ministry of Jealousy is ruthless, he hates Gu Yang a little now, how can you be so entangled, it's just a World Championships, as for you?

"Damn it!" The Holy Son of the Taboo Department whispered, "I really shouldn't have let you grow up in the first place!" You shouldn't be consciously nurtured to grow up! ”

I have to say that part of the reason why Gu Yang can have today's achievements does come from the intention of the Holy Son of the Jealousy Department.

At the beginning, the Seiko of the Taboobe wanted to cultivate an opponent as the perfect whetstone for the final step of his promotion.

But now it seems that what he has cultivated is not a whetstone, but a rolling knife, and if he is not careful, he may roll the life of the Holy Son of the Taboo Department himself.

After a board of fast attack, Gu Yang was forced to the far platform area by the holy son of the jibu, and the holy son of the jibu was a long-term smash, Gu Yang strode sideways, blocked the racket, and hit the ball back.

The holy son of the Jibu didn't give Gu Yang a chance to breathe, and he smashed it again, Gu Yang ran again, and desperately hit the ball back.

The Holy Son of the Department of Jealousy was killed three times, he was irritable at the moment, he wanted to make Gu Yang exhausted, and he would drag Gu Yang to death.

In fact, the Son of the Taboo Department was already a little messed up at this time, and after the mentality of the Son of the Taboo Department was panicked, his style of play was chaotic.

On the other hand, looking at Gu Yang, you look at Gu Yang and maintain a good ......

…… Uh, well, in fact, Gu Yang's state at this time is even worse than that of the Holy Son of the Ji Division, he is already relying on his instinct to return the ball, and his many years of career have allowed him to practice his instinctive sense of returning the ball.

The referee was stunned, what are these two people doing?

The first ball of the seventh game, is it necessary to fight to this extent? Moreover, after six rounds of play, do you still have the energy to fight like this?

"It's not a human ......" After a long time, the referee murmured in his heart and made such an evaluation.

……

It's been five or six minutes, and there has been silence on the other end of the phone, and Wu Lao didn't urge, just waited silently.

Finally, another minute passed, and the voice on the other end of the line came again.

"Sir, do you have to fight the organization to the death? You are only one person after all, and although you were once infinitely glorious, you are now old, and you are dealing with a vast organization, a group hidden in the dark. ”

Without any hesitation, Wu Lao smiled: "Table tennis is a clean place, a holy place for people who love table tennis, why should anyone pollute this holy land?" I'm a player and a fan, and I ......"

Speaking of this, Wu Lao's tone aggravated: "...... Defend this holy place! ”

On the other end of the line, the voice was silent for a moment, then rang again.

"Sir, I see...... The International Table Tennis Federation, it's time to change blood! ”