Behind Bai Shi, the black-armored god of war with a deep and obscure aura gradually merged with him. Suddenly, a more oppressive feeling spread.

"Here, the terrible demon god of the third turn!" Ralph stared at him closely, the blue-black swirls in his eyes reappeared, and it was extremely unnatural to see Ryoma and Dudu beside him.

At the same time, behind Nadal, the blue divine light was even brighter, pouring into his body. An aura that was not inferior to the white stone permeated, and on his forehead, a blue pattern like three raindrops appeared, shining brightly, as if he had divinity.

"The Emperor of the Sea, that feeling as turbulent and oppressive as the sea." In a group of extremely tall white people, an extremely hairy young man folded his hands on his chest and commented.

He is the commander of Russia, Leonid, a fierce man like a lion.

In the distance of the crowd, a young man in his twenties watched this scene from a distance, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly when he saw that both of them had used their strength in three turns. With a movement in his hand, he picked up the small gourd pinned to his waist and poured it with a sip.

"All I need is the victor among you"

At this moment, countless pairs of eyes were staring at the two people on the field. There is no need for people to organize, the reporters have already made sufficient preparations for this showdown, and countless flashes are aimed at the two. With such a formation, no one doubts that it is the last game of the final.

"Aha!"

In the face of Shiraishi's powerful blow, Nadal's feet moved, and suddenly the sound of waves was heard. He was faster, his left hand was raised, his muscles were pricked, his body shimmered with divine brilliance, and he struck the tennis ball with a pop.

"Boom!!"

Suddenly, the ground seemed to be sunken a little, and a powerful explosion spread around him. But Nadal was unharmed. He stepped back with his left foot, focused on his waist, and slammed the ball out.

The blue electric light reappeared, and a trace of it exploded in the air, and the scattered arc scattered, snapping into the net pillar, and instantly, the mesh pillar made of alloy split out of the Dao traces.

"This" The corners of the referee's mouth twitched slightly as he sat in the main chair, but immediately recovered. Not far away, Chen Lejia sighed to Zhuang Yichu: "It seems that the referee industry also needs to buy accident insurance."

Zhuang Yichu: ""

"Boom!"

Nadal's blow was several times stronger than before, and the arc that came from it shaved Shiraishi's cheeks painfully. However, it also aroused his fighting spirit.

"Drink!"

I saw him step out, and his figure flashed in front of the tennis ball. At the same time, his silver-gray hair curled upwards, his racket was thrown out, and the gilded halberd stirred with it.

"Boom!"

The edge of the racket hits the tennis ball, and in the eyes of everyone, it looks like the sharp halberd tip has poked the tennis ball. Suddenly, a powerful storm swept out of the center.

"This level of attack?" In the rest area of the Spanish team, Torres squinted slightly. His eyesight is a little stronger than that of a person who turns three, and Shiraishi's attack seems to be stronger than when he played against Polk.

"However, it doesn't work for Rafael"

Sure enough, Shiraishi's simmering storm blow appeared in front of Nadal almost instantly. The extreme sense of danger made his hair stand on end, but he heard a whistling sound of the sea and Nadal's racket swung out.

Suddenly, it was as if the river was overturned, the sea water was overturned, and countless flowing waters appeared in front of this terrible blow. Nadal's racket turned into a curtain of water to stop the blow, and then the racket shook and threw the tennis ball out.

"Sneer"

Hydropower resonates, causing the qualitative growth of geometric growth. Tennis balls are faster, and the arcs set off are even more terrifying.

The people outside the court, the poor willpower is almost collapsed, and forcibly watching the duel between the two and three strong players is not a small drain on their spirit. Among the junior high school students, there are only a few people who have stepped into this realm who can barely watch, but it is a trick to see the overall situation with the eyes of the heart, although the consumption is not small, but it can barely keep up with the rhythm of playing.

"Whew"

The wooden hand closed his eyes, and his chest continued to rise and fall. Just watching the game, it was so difficult, he smiled silently, he wanted to try to catch up with the pace of that guy, but at this time, the gap had become a moat.

Looking at Nadal's attack, Shiraishi's eyes froze, as if there was something hidden in the speeding tennis ball.

"Snort"

Suddenly, the tennis ball got close, and suddenly accelerated and shot straight at Baishi. His pupils contracted sharply, and in his mental sense, the tennis ball turned into a spear of lightning and stabbed straight at him.

When danger hits, Shiraishi's adrenaline rises suddenly, and his body movements become extremely fast. As soon as he turned his body, he happened to avoid the attack, but he didn't end his action, turned around suddenly, and the racket was handed over to his right hand, and he used his strength to hit the tennis ball.

"Poof!"

The painting halberd that flashed with a cold light stabbed out reflexively, like a shot back from the horse, piercing the tennis ball squarely.

"Hah!"

Shiraishi shouted, his body's aura suddenly exploded, the force field collapsed, and the tennis ball was thrown out by him.

"Bang Bang Bang ---"

There was a constant explosion in the air, and this terrifying power stunned the surrounding audience. However, it was quickly accepted by them. That's right, tennis viewers are so strong in their hearts.

And watching Shiraishi not only fight back with his own attack, but also hit such a stunning blow, Nadal's eyes flashed. But it didn't match the courage that everyone expected, but he retreated outside the bottom line.

"Did you run away?" Disdain flashed in Ryoma's eyes, before, Big Brother Shiraishi was not afraid in the face of such an attack. Ralph smiled slightly: "This is a tactic!" ”

"In case you don't know, Nadal has a nickname." Du Du also chimed in.

"What nickname?" For Dudu, Ryoma is not so reserved.

Dudu glanced at Nadal, who had a strong and suppressed breath, and said softly: "Bottom line killer"

"Bottom line killer?" The Japanese team, after listening to Qian's introduction, Kirihara exclaimed.

Qian pushed his glasses and said, "That's not accurate. If it's me, I'd rather call him a 'bottom line manipulator'"

"Look, Nadal's arms are extraordinarily thick?"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded. Indeed, those hands did not match his figure no matter how he looked at them, like a pair of big pincers of a crab.

"Do you know Nadal's fight with Amadeus?"

Everyone shook their heads, when the game was over there, Japan was also playing, who had the leisure to watch the opposite game. Seeing this, he smiled and said, "Everyone knows the ending, Amades lost and returned to Switzerland." Because of that battle, Nadal broke through to three turns. ”

"But before that, the two sides were evenly matched!"

"What?" Kirihara exclaimed, and although the others didn't react so much, their faces were also moved.

The second turn is the third turn, and the stalemate with it, what kind of game is it?

Qian's face was a little strange: "Maybe you may be a little disappointed that the game was not exciting"

"I call it a rogue showdown!"

"Scoundrel?" The corners of Kirihara's mouth twitched, those two of them, why wouldn't they have anything to do with this word, right?

"Yes, it's a scoundrel, a tug-of-war that lasted for four hours!" He smiled bitterly. Perhaps, it was precisely because of the unaesthetic game that the media ranked the match between Shiraishi and Polk as the best.

Of course, compared to Polk, Amadeus is still a little worse

On the field, the game between the two also fell into a tug-of-war.

Nadal stood behind the baseline, like an impenetrable gate, and fired back all of Shiraishi's attacks. From time to time, he pulls Shiraishi to run left and right with a strong spinning ball.

However, he was destined to be disappointed.

"Huh!"

Shiraishi's body flashed, and he appeared in front of the tennis ball in an instant, his breath was deep, and the racket in his hand was swung out at the same time. In addition, it is a terrifying attack with the edge of a racket, and the power is strong!

"That's," Torres' face tightened, and Shiraishi's all-round movement made Nadal's tactics useless. He smiled bitterly: "In this case, it may really evolve into a more extreme competition."

"But, that's Raphael's forte, a terrifying monster who doesn't know where the bottom is"

Although his vision is higher than ordinary people, for Nadal, Torres really can't see where his limits are. He seems to have never-ending potential, but it is also what Torres values the most.

"This is our future Sampras"

"Bang!"

Nadal unhurriedly rolled out his racket and struck the tennis ball back, with an extremely strong spin. Shiraishi flashed in front of the tennis ball again, swinging his racket as if it was about to break it.

An unprecedented tug-of-war began

"Bang!"

“game！ White Rock! 1:0！ ”

"Bang!"

“game！ Nadal! 1:1！ ”

“game！ White Rock! 3:4！ ”

“game！ Nadal! 6:6！ Enter the tie-break! ”

Time passed minute by minute, and the game between the two also entered the white heat, and the one-hour offensive and defensive fierce battle finally came to tie seven. At this moment, the two of them were soaked in a lot of sweat, but their spirits were still full, and because of the powerful attack power, the ground had several dents in it, although it was not as terrifying as before, but it also became potholes.

"Bang!"

Shiraishi kicked a ball, and the tennis ball flew past and hit a bulge. The trajectory of the tennis ball changes instantaneously, reflecting to another place.

But Nadal was used to it, and as soon as he took a turn, he turned around and struck a blow, sweat spilling down his racket

"Bang!"

"Shiraishi! 4:3！ ”

"Bang!"

"Nadal! 17:16！ ”

"Bang!"

"Shiraishi! 33:33！ ”

The tug-of-war began again, and the two seemed to be untired iron men. The protracted attack did not make their movements tired and stiff, but on the contrary, the fight became smoother and smoother, and the two powerful auras constantly collided, rolling up the wind from time to time, blowing people's hearts full of coldness. These two guys, when are they going to fight?

Also, do they really have limits?