"The one who defeated me is the Taboo Department!"

Fischer let out a long sigh, and the frustration in his words was very thick. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I thought that my strength was already very strong, strong enough to challenge the top ten kings, but in the face of the strongest king, the holy son of the Jibu, I didn't even have a chance to resist.

The complete fiasco had already made Fischer extremely upset, and what made him even worse was that he clearly saw that the Holy Son of the Jealous Department did not exert all his strength at all.

This is not an insult to him, but a sense of proportion with a knife to kill chickens, and the Holy Son of the Jealousy Department retains his spare strength, and he still defeats Fischer completely when his strength is about the same as Fischer's.

"Young Emperor, I'll go first, in the next game, you have to come on!" Fischer forced a smile and paced away.

Gu Yang stared at Fischer's back, thoughtfully, it could be seen from Ficher's demeanor that the strength of the Holy Son of the Jealousy Department must be incredibly strong to make this world-class player show such an unbearable look.

"Crushed Fischer?" Gu Yang said to himself, I am really looking forward to fighting with you more and more.

Fischer didn't know how he ended the match, but the skillful style of play and clever technique of the taboo department gave him a sense of powerlessness during the game.

Thinking of this, Fischer saw the scene of the Seiko of the Taboobe competing with himself......

"You're Ficher?" The Holy Son of the Forbidden Father, speaking fluent German, asked.

"Well, Holy Monarch, please advise!" Although he was surprised why the Son of the Taboo Department would deliberately ask him, Fischer smiled politely in return.

"Oh, I heard you're not bad!" The holy son of the taboo muttered again, that is, he was ready to serve.

Fischer was stunned, and heard what this meant.

Seiko Jibe did not give an explanation, and a topspin ball was sent out, and the game had officially begun.

Table tennis!

The ball hit Fischer's backhand, Fischer lifted the board, hit the ball back, and an arc flew out, and after crossing the net, it bounced up quickly.

The holy son of the taboo department narrowed his eyes slightly, locked the arc trajectory of the incoming ball, aimed at the height of the net line, and his backhand was a board.

Shout!

The return of the Son of the Dead Son rubbed against the edge of the net line and rushed towards Fischer's table, not fast, but the arc height more than doubled the moment it crossed the net.

This ball was originally brushed by the net line, and the height can be imagined, and now, the return ball of the Holy Son of the Taboo continues to decline after passing the net, almost grazing the table and flying to the second landing point.

"How can it be so low?" Fischer was slightly startled, and didn't have time to think about the mystery inside, so he quickly stretched his arm into the stage and smashed the bounced ping pong ball.

Burst!

Something unexpected happened, Fischer thought that his ball was high enough, but it accidentally sank when he crossed the net, causing Fischer's return ball to hit the net line directly.

If you don't cross the net, the holy son of the taboo department scores.

"It's not as simple as you think, after playing this ball, you should be able to see the skills inside, think about it before playing in the future." The Holy Son of the Taboo Department said in a deep voice and looked at Fischer calmly.

It is strange to say that since the loss of the Holy Son of the Taboo Department to Gu Yang at the World Championships, his personality has changed greatly, and the original smile has disappeared, replaced by a calm expression like water.

Losing to Gu Yang may be more of a pros than cons for the Holy Son of the Jealousy Department, and after the defeat, the change in the mentality of the Holy Son of the Jealousy Department has brought him unexpected benefits.

If it is said that before the World Championships, the Holy Son of the Jibu was only one line away from the height of Wu Lao, then after losing to Gu Yang, the transformation of the Holy Son of the Jibu in the past few months was enough for him to have the skills comparable to the peak Wu Lao.

"Although I have reached the height of the old gentleman of the Republic, I am not as happy as I expected, maybe because I lost to Gu Yang!" The Holy Son of the Taboo Department thought seriously.

Fischer's eyes widened, and he looked at the Holy Son of the Jealousy Department carefully, and always felt that the Holy Monarch in front of him seemed to be a little different from before, but he couldn't say what the difference was.

As for the technique that the Holy Son of the Taboobe just said, Fischer naturally knew the means that the Holy Son of the Taboobe had used in that ball, but at that moment just now, he didn't have time to think about it at all.

"Is this the strength of the first king, so in the short return time, can you still think of adding a skill to break me?" Fischer was thoughtful, and saw that the Seiko of Kibe was holding the ball in his left hand and was about to serve on the second board.

Slightly to the left side, the Holy Son of the Sacrifice Department looked at a table in the distance, where Gu Yang's figure loomed.

"Is he playing too? I wonder how he improved after that war? The Son of the Sacred Son of the Shrine fell into deep thought.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see the ball in the hand of the holy son of the taboobe, and the referee coughed dryly and reminded the holy son of the taboobe.

Only then did the holy son of the jealousy come back to his senses, smiled apologetically at the referee and Fischer, and then threw the table tennis ball in his hand, held the board in his right hand, and slammed it forward.

Pong, the crisp sound of hitting the ball mixed with the whistling sound of the serve rubbing the air, a golden trajectory appeared in Fischer's eyes, flying towards him from far and near.

"Even if it is the Holy Son of the Taboo Department, he is just a mortal, how many skills can he have in table tennis, as long as I am careful, I will not fall into the trap of the Holy Son of the Taboo Department again." Fischer thought so, and his vigilance increased.

Pong, with a swing of the racket, Fischer added a spiral force to the racket, and the ball swirled and flew towards the edge of the table.

"Go back!"

The holy son of the taboo department snorted softly, and his figure quickly appeared in front of the incoming ball, his arm forward, swinging the racket to smash.

Boom, a bolt of lightning flew towards Fischer.

Hearing the light drink of the Holy Son of the Jealousy Department, Fischer was slightly shocked in his heart, the Holy Monarch was really different from before, how could the previous Holy Monarch roar when he hit the ball?

Ficher's idea is this, and the Son of Tabobe is another.

"It's so funny, no wonder that guy Gu Yang likes to roar when he hits the ball, it's comfortable, it's enjoyable!"

After a few boards against Fischer, the holy son of the taboo was the first to break serve and score another point.

2:0, both serves of the Seiko of the Taboobe were all scored, and the serve was changed, Ficher.

Table tennis!

Fischer came out of the shot, the holy son of the taboo department got started, Fischer smashed near the stage, and the holy son of the taboo department took a step back and pulled the arc ball with his hand.

Fischer stepped to the left, tore a quick forehand and struck the ball back.

Avoid intercepting in front of the Holy Subnet, not giving Fischer a chance to breathe, and smashing the ball near the table.

Fischer made a forehand and the table tennis ball broke free from the racket and rushed into the air.

"3:0, the Holy Son of the Taboo Department scores."

In the German team area, Fischer's coach looked extremely ugly, and after seeing that Fischer's second-round opponent was the holy son of the taboo, his mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

What the hell, Fischer is the core of the players this time, and everyone expects Fischer to go far enough.

Who knows, this kid is on his back and has met the holy son of the Taboo Department, and there will be no suspense in this game at all, okay?

With a heavy sigh, the coach looked at Fischer's game, and lost three goals in a row, and the holy son of the taboo department was really a powerful mess.

"Xie Er still wants to have a game with Gu Yang, it seems that there is no hope."

On-field ......

"5:0, the Holy Son of the Taboo Department scores."

The referee was a little surprised, he was a German national, and he was quite clear about Fischer's strength.

As the brightest star in the German table tennis world after Bol, Fischer's style of play has won the love of many bigwigs in the German table tennis world, and even Bol personally commented that he has the style of the year.

is such a dazzling man in the German table tennis world, in front of the mythical player of Japan, he doesn't even have the strength to fight back.

The general who was like a papier-mâché met the flames, and within a few clicks, he was engulfed in flames and burned completely.

Just as the referee was groaning, the score on the field had changed again.

Fischer struggled hard and finally won two points from the Sacred Son of the Taboobe, and the price he paid was extremely heavy, and the Sacred Son of the Jealousy had already scored another four points, further widening the score gap.

At 9:2, Fischer's face turned pale when he saw the score.

"Can you ask a question?" Fischer finally couldn't help it.

"What?" The holy son of the Taboobe wondered, straightened up, and looked at Fischer.

After holding it for a long time, Fischer asked helplessly: "Are you doing your best now?" ”

"Nope!" The Holy Son of the Taboo Department replied very simply.

After a pause for a second, it seemed that he felt the need to add, and the Holy Son of the Jibu spoke again: "Looking at the world table tennis today, the only one who can let me fight with all my strength is the young emperor of the republic!" ”

The word Young Emperor came out of the mouth of the Holy Son of the Jibu Department, and the Holy Son of the Jibu suddenly laughed, since when did he start calling the Young Emperor so natural.

Gu Yang has used his strength to prove to himself that they are the same kind of people.

"Young Emperor?" Fischer smiled bitterly, "Thank you for informing us, let's continue the game." ”

"Hmm." The Holy Son of the Taboobe nodded.

In the next game, there was not much suspense, and the holy son of the Jibu was full of energy, scored two points in a row, and won the first game.

At the beginning of the second game, the Holy Son of the Taboo Department was crazy to collect four points, like a sickle mowing grass, Fischer played extremely hard, and he tried his best to win a point from the Holy Son.

In the subsequent game, Fischer had a short period of extraordinary performance, forcing the holy son of the taboo to the far table, chasing three points, and the score difference was directly narrowed to 1 by him.

But the holy son of the taboo department soon widened the score difference again, and no longer gave Fischer a chance to fight back, and played the game point of the second game in one go.

"Bastard, I feel so powerless, in front of you, I don't have the ability to resist at all." Fischer muttered unwillingly.

Everyone is a world-class player, why the difference in strength is so big, just like a baby fighting a strong man, the result is not suspenseful at all.

Fischer thinks that he will not be as embarrassed as he is now when he faces Chen Jing, but in front of the Holy Son of the Jealousy Department, he is too vulnerable.

"Referee, request a timeout!" The Holy Son of the Taboo suddenly called a timeout, leaving Fischer puzzled.

The Seiko of the Taboobe ignored Fischer, who was stunned in front of the table, walked off the field quickly, came to the coach, and asked.

"Coach, how many rounds has Gu Yang's game been underway?"

"In the third game, Gu Yang is about to win." The coach seemed to know in advance what Seiko was asking about, and gave the answer with a smile.

"So soon, I see." The Holy Son of the Taboo Department turned around and was about to play.

"Holy Son......" The coach suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" The Seiko of the Shrine turned around and looked at his coach.

The coach sighed: "For Gu Yang, are you paying too much attention to it?" ”

The Holy Son of the Jibu blinked his eyes a few times, thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Coach, please believe me, one failure is not enough for me to admit that Gu Yang is better than me!" ”

After that, the Holy Son of the Jealousy Department walked quickly to the field, and every step he took was extremely firm.

"Hey, the Holy Monarch of the past has become what he is now, I don't know if it's good or bad?"

On the field, the Holy Son of the Sacrifice Department stood in front of the stage, and the figure of Gu Yang lingered in front of him.

"Sooner or later, I'll fight you!"

As soon as Fischer got off the field, he saw the Holy Son of the Taboo Department walk to the front of the stage again, which was called a depression.

"Schelle, you're not in a hurry, the time hasn't come yet, you can take a few sips of the powder first." The coach reassured that he had no intention of giving any guidance.

The disparity in strength is too great, and no amount of guidance is of any use.

After taking a few sips of the potion indiscriminately, Fischer sighed deeply: "Coach, I'm leaving!" ”

"Schelle ......" the coach sighed helplessly.

Fischer looked like a death row prisoner walking to the execution ground at this moment......

"Do you know that you are going to die?"

The last ball of the second game, there was no suspense, and the holy son of the Jibu beat Fischer in seconds.

Nima, when can you use the word second to win when you play table tennis, although it is a bit exaggerated, but it also indirectly highlights Fischer's helplessness and sadness.

It's really miserable, this is the second round, this is just the beginning, it's not good to meet anyone, but I met the holy son of the taboo department.

Even if you meet Gu Yang......

Uh, forget it, it is estimated that the end of meeting this guy will not be much better, and the first and second in the world table tennis world today have been contracted by these two evenly matched guys.

In the third game, it seemed that he learned about the progress of Gu Yang's game, and the holy son of Jibu also accelerated the speed of killing Ficher.

At 11:2, Fischer fainted in front of the table crying.

In the fourth game, the holy son of the bogeybe did not give the audience a little suspense, and easily killed Fischer 11:1 and won the second round of the game.

"It's a pleasure to play against you!" After shaking hands politely with Fischer, the Holy Son of the Taboo Department left.

Fischer is alone in the same place, happy to your sister, Holy Monarch, if you don't pretend to be forced to die.

As soon as he left the competition area, Fischer finally eased up a little, and ran into Gu Yang, who had returned victoriously.

"The game is over?"

"Hmm."

"Go back and rest, look at your tired appearance, this game is not easy!"

Win? Young Emperor, what are you kidding me, do you know who my opponent is?

I finally came to my senses, and you still poured salt on my wounds, and the boat of friendship capsized without explanation.

Looking at Fischer's departing back, Gu Yang was also embarrassed, recalling what he had just said, Gu Yang coughed dryly.

"Don't blame me, I'm still thinking, with your strength, how can you lose?"

When you meet that guy from the Holy Son of the Taboo Department, blame you for your bad luck!