Quarterfinals, Japan vs. Spain.

No one, including Germany, dared to underestimate this game. Leaving aside Baishi and Nadal, there are also many feared existences in the two teams. Such as Phoenix, Torres, Oni, Taneshima, etc.!

If Sanada, Jibu, Chitose and others are the stars of tomorrow, then the above-mentioned people are at the peak of their brilliance at this moment. Moreover, they have been immersed in the second turn state for many years, and no one knows what their strength is.

It is the same as two turns in different dimensions, and the gap may also be a moat.

Eyes looked at the two team members, and everyone looked grim. Suddenly, someone saw a red-haired little guy in the Japanese team looking very excited, looking at his height of less than 1.6 meters, the audience laughed dumbly.

"This little guy seems to be able to see him everywhere. However, in such a game, he obviously can't intervene, right? A white uncle teased.

"Yes! Originally, I was still thinking about how to contain such a strong Japanese team, but now I don't need to think about it! Beside him, another majestic white man laughed.

The white uncle was a little stunned, the person in front of him he knew, the junior high school representative of the Russian team. His real name is Jeff. Stanveres. He took a second look, and sure enough, it was a fighting nation in the north, two meters tall before the age of sixteen, and his speech was full of provocation.

However, he also agreed with Jeff's words. He also knows the red-haired little man, who seems to be called Kintaro or something, less than thirteen years old, but he is a member of the World Cup team of the Japanese team. In this way, Japan will face another talent shortage!

"In the tennis desert without heritage, even if the world's top geniuses appear, it is just a few drops of rain and dew, and it will not help!"

But there are also those that are valued, such as the American team.

Ralph rested his chin lightly, his eyes rolling over Kintaro. After looking at it for a moment, he smiled and lowered his head, and said to Ryoma beside him, "Echizen, this is the guy who is on par with you?" ”

If it were someone else, Ryoma might have ignored it, but the person in front of him was Captain America. Moreover, during Long Ya's absence, he had challenged the person in front of him, and the result was a fiasco! And the chill that penetrated deep into his bone marrow still frightened him inexplicably.

This is a terrifying, bottomless, scheming man!

Hearing Lovell's words, he thought for a moment and replied, "That's right! Even Kempin is not as good as him! ”

Kempin? Ralph's face was calm, but there was inevitably a ripple in his heart. Kempin. Smith, even in the United States, where genius is extremely golden, is an out-and-out genius. However, for some reason, it was brushed off

But, it's just a Kempin!

Ralph nodded slightly at Ryoma, his eyes calm. The result of this game is really important, though, it is not the most crucial. In the depths of his blue eyes, a little light flickered. If it goes well, they will get the initiative in the future!

And at this time, the list of doubles and two also appeared in the eyes of everyone.

"World Cup third round, Group 1: Japan VS Spain, the game officially begins!"

"Whoop!!

The crowd burst into dancing, and they waited for two days to see the showdown. The flag bearer kept twisting his body and waving the flag in his hand high. They're already unbearable!

"Doubles two!"

"Team Spain, Field. Costero. De Cabo, Jose. Carlos. Thordo! ”

At this time, two people walked out of the Spanish team. One is tall and thin, the other is athletic.

The former is more than two meters tall, with a faint stubble between his nose and lips, brown broken hair, and a somewhat shabby aristocratic temperament. The latter is slightly lower in height, but he is burly and muscular, and his eyes are bright and exuding fighting spirit.

"It's strong!" In the Japanese team, Yukimura looked at his opponent and couldn't help but sigh.

"Qi" beside him, Kirihara swallowed the words back from his mouth. just complained in his heart: "The minister is pretending to be deep again, why can't I see anything?" Besides, the warm-up game was the real shock! ”

At this time, the referee said: "Japanese team! ”

"Oni Jujiro, Kintaro Toyama!"

"Wow!!"

In the crowd, the fans of the Japanese team cheered loudly. But those who knew the Toyama Kintaro himself were silent, and the expressions on their faces were shocked, puzzled, and resentful

Kintaro walked in front with an excited look. The ghost behind him was not annoyed, and looked at the little guy with a light smile. He knew that Kintaro wanted to go crazy when he wanted to play. After learning that he was playing, the little guy danced excitedly for a long time.

However, the cheers at the scene gradually faded. Looking at Kintaro walking in front, the fans were stunned!

"This, this"

They no longer know how to express their feelings in words at this time, and they are angry and only bitter.

Kintaro didn't feel anything, and ran forward lively. Looking at the two 'giants' in front of him, he stretched out his hand and smiled, "Hello, my name is Kintaro Toyama!" ”

"Humph!" The strong Sordo glanced at him and ignored him.

Beside him, Decavo reached out and withdrew it with a tap. The etiquette of the nobility makes it impossible for him to be rude, however, it does not mean that he needs to tell the other person's name.

Kintaro froze, but he was optimistic by nature but did not get angry, but took a few steps back and looked at the two with a smile. After a long game, he probably guessed the other party's mind, and he should be dissatisfied with being assigned to his 'weaker' as an opponent.

He pinned his hands behind his back and clutched his racket.

The ghost stepped forward, glanced at the other party, and said lightly: "Let's choose the front!" ”

The two who were just about to report their names were stunned, especially Dekavo, although he was not satisfied with being assigned to Kintaro, but he was very jealous of ghosts. This red-haired Shura (in the Spanish ranks, the name for ghost is Shura), even if it doesn't explode, it feels very depressing.

But the other party didn't even look at them, which was a naked humiliation. A wave of anger jumped from the bottom of his heart, but he suppressed it. However, Decavo forgot that he had not bothered to tell Kintaro his name a moment before!

The referee didn't care so much, suddenly tossed the coin, caught it with both hands and slowly spread it out, and said, "It's the opposite!" ”

"Hey!"

Dekavo laughed strangely, and looked at the ghost with a playful look, as if to say, "Look, God doesn't give you face!" ”

But the ghost ignored it and turned away with Kintaro.

Looking at the backs of the two, Decavo's eyes narrowed. He is not stupid, especially since the other party is still an opponent who was highlighted by the captain, and he also knows that ghosts have a double dimension, and the strength is not as simple as 1+1!

Raising his hand, he beckoned Sordo and whispered a few words in his ear. The strong and tall Sordo kept nodding his head and locked his gaze on Kintaro.

"In the world of tennis, there are no weaknesses, only enemies!"

Standing on the tee, the ghost's eyes were bottomless, and he couldn't see what he was thinking. Suddenly, he moved his hand, threw the ball up, and then slapped it vigorously!

"Bang!" The ball was heavy, and the sound shook the surrounding audience's bodies.

On the other side, Sordo drooped his eyes, as if he were asleep. It wasn't until the tennis ball came to him that he suddenly raised his head, and the battle intent in his eyes burst out.

The racket in his hand is also full of momentum, and the moment it is fanned, it seems that a strong wind is blowing. With a bang, the ghost's serve was simply knocked back. "Crackling !!"

This ball is headed towards Kintaro, because the speed is too fast, there is a golden electric light exploding, which is very terrifying!

Outside the field, many people shook their heads and sighed with regret. Saying that the little ones have no merit in the slightest, I'm afraid they don't believe it themselves. But this ball, I'm afraid I can't catch it without strong strength

"Are you coming?!!"

Contrary to their imagination, Kintaro who saw the ball seemed to see a delicious gourmet. He took a big step and swung his racket against the ball, and when he got closer, his cheeks even felt the soreness of the electric light on the tennis ball!

However, there was still no fear on his face, only a boom, and the racket collided with the ball!

In an instant, as if he had been hit by a cannonball, Kintaro was surrounded by dust. The erupted waves of qi pushed in all directions, hitting the audience, and some people even staggered to the ground unsteadily.

"Aha!"

At this moment, in the flying dust, there was an angry shout.

Before anyone could guess, a tennis ball wrapped in red flames shot out of the dust. Purple lightning flickered all around, and a powerful force tore through the air, flickering in front of Dekavo!

"This"

De Cavo froze, he didn't have time to react, and the racket in his hand was crooked in front of his chest. With a thud, his left arm was sunk in a few minutes by the powerful blow, and the tennis ball seemed to break through the racket, spinning and almost touching his clothes.

With a scream, Decavo's left racket snapped, and one end of the racket was knocked off into the distance. Landing on the side of the chief referee, the referee subconsciously screamed, then blushed and glanced lightly in the direction of Dekavo.

As for Decavo, when he felt bad, he dodged away to avoid the blow. The tennis ball snapped past the bottom line and penetrated into the iron net.

“15:0！”

"Hiss"

The smoke cleared, revealing Kintaro wielding a racket. With a big smile on his face, he happily put his racket away. The audience outside the venue was not calm, some people rolled up their cuffs and wiped their eyes, but there was no change in front of them, and they couldn't help but gasp.

On the other side, Dekavo threw away the racket in his left hand and took the racket from his teammates with his right hand, his face gloomy. Seeing his movements, many people suddenly realized that this guy was not using his habitual hand just now.

In the direction of the Chinese team, Chen Lejia took a deep breath, shook his head and sighed: "Invisible pretending is the most deadly!" ”