0p0 Chapter 563 Status Skill? Finally took the wrong path
Chapter 563 Status Skill? Finally took the wrong path
"What happened?"
An old man with gray hair, his brows twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川", spoke to his companion beside him with a puzzled look on his face.
"Why is there such strong wind at the London Stadium? It's like a hurricane appearing indoors."
A young man opened his eyes wide and his voice was full of disbelief.
"Don't tell me a tennis ball can actually change the environment. That's unbelievable."
A lady in an exquisite suit gently covered her mouth, her tone full of shock.
Although the audience could not see the strange sights with their own eyes, they could truly feel the strong and violent wind and waves.
The strong wind blew past, making people's hair fly wildly and their clothes rustle.
Everyone's eyes revealed deep fear and curiosity, and from time to time someone looked around, trying to figure out the cause of this strange phenomenon.
"Oh?"
Beichuan stood on the court, staring at the flying ball, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.
A hint of interest now appeared on his originally calm face, as if he had discovered something interesting.
However, after he looked at it a few more times, his interest instantly dissipated, and was replaced by a deep feeling of boredom.
This is not to say that he disdains state skills. Beichuan knows the importance of state skills in tennis matches. A powerful state skill can often turn the tide of the game.
However, Jack Ferdinand is not a player who relies mainly on state-of-the-art skills.
If it were those players who mainly rely on status skills, and displayed exquisite status skills on the field, stacking them one after another, that kind of powerful force would be enough to cross a stage, which would definitely attract people's attention and make the audience excited.
However, Jack Ferdinand is a pure power player. He has always relied on his immense strength to fight on the court, and every swing of his racket is carried with overwhelming force.
In Beichuan's opinion, if such a power-type player suddenly came up with a half-baked status skill, not only would it fail to improve his strength, but it would make his original pure power become out of place.
To be more precise, Jack Ferdinand chose the wrong direction and went further and further down the wrong path.
"Captain Ferdinand."
Beichuan raised his head slightly, looked directly at Jack Ferdinand across from him, and said loudly, "Is this move of yours only sustainable for one goal?"
His voice was clear and loud, echoing throughout the stadium.
"Whether it is or not, I'll give you a suggestion anyway."
Beichuan paused, then continued, "Since it's a unicorn, why does it need this storm to enhance its power?"
A sharp look flashed through his eyes. "Even though it exists only in myths and legends, it ultimately reflects one's own strength. Why would it need anything else to enhance it? This seems like overkill."
"Honestly, it's quite impressive that you've reached the top professional level."
Beichuan's tone softened a bit, "It's just that you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. The result of taking an unconventional approach is that you've taken the wrong path."
He shook his head slightly. "Ultimately, you're nothing compared to many top professional players."
"Okay, that's it. It's time to end this game."
Beichuan slowly raised the racket in his hand, and the racket seemed to come alive in his hand.
His eyes became firm and sharp, staring at Jack Ferdinand opposite him, as if announcing to him that the game was about to end.
Before he finished speaking, Beichuan suddenly exerted force with his toes and crushed the ground.
The soles of his shoes rubbed violently against the ground, making a harsh sound, and the dust raised quickly exploded into spirals under his feet.
The dust looked like a blooming black flower, standing out on the court.
He drew the racket with one arm, his movements smooth and powerful, like drawing a strong bow of the full moon, full of power.
The muscles are tense, and every muscle seems to contain endless energy, ready to burst out at any time.
At the moment his shoulder blades relaxed, his jersey was stretched into sharp folds by his suddenly tensed back muscles, perfectly outlining his explosive figure.
At this moment, Beichuan was like a soldier about to go to war, exuding a terrifying aura.
At the same time, the originally fresh and flowing air suddenly became sticky, as if being stirred by an invisible giant hand.
There seemed to be a hint of oppression in the air, making it difficult to breathe.
The grass blades that were originally scattered around the court began to swirl rapidly in a specific trajectory, as if summoned by some mysterious force.
The grass blades were like a group of well-trained dancers, performing a mysterious dance on the court.
In the blink of an eye, a faint transparent cyclone formed in the three-meter area around the young man.
The cyclone was like a huge transparent barrier, covering Beichuan.
The sunlight struggled to penetrate the layers of air currents, casting countless flickering and flickering spots of light under his feet, like a dream or a mysterious painting.
The whole scene seems to be shrouded in a mysterious veil, which makes people fascinated by it.
The tennis ball that was about to charge violently towards the court seemed to be restrained by a powerful attraction. It suddenly trembled and hovered in the air, like a flying insect that accidentally hit a complex spider web and could not move.
The tennis ball trembled slightly in the air, as if struggling, and as if waiting for the judgment of fate.
"The field expands——"
Beichuan shouted in a low and powerful voice, his voice carrying an innate dominance, echoing for a long time in the empty stadium.
This shout was like a thunderclap, which hurt people's eardrums and the whole stadium seemed to tremble slightly at this shout.
The racket frame in his hand drew a mysterious and profound arc, plowing out a twisted trajectory in the air that was clearly visible to the naked eye.
That trajectory is like a time and space tunnel, connecting to an unknown force.
The originally chaotic airflow seemed to be cast under a spell at this moment, and instantly transformed into countless closely arranged concentric rings. Each layer of rings was rotating in the opposite direction at high speed, releasing a powerful centrifugal force.
The air flow whistled and made a sharp sound, as if cheering for Beichuan's powerful strength.
Pulled by this powerful force, the tennis ball flew quickly towards Kitagawa.
It was like a bird returning to its nest, flying eagerly towards Beichuan under the guidance of a powerful force.
Just as the tennis ball arrived in front of him, Beichuan shook his wrist lightly, and his movement was precise and swift, hitting the net just right to cut off the outermost air ring.
"Sunny Day March!"
Beichuan shouted loudly, his voice full of power and passion.
This shout, like a surging wave, swept across the entire stadium.
Following the shout, the tennis ball flew through the air at an extremely fast speed like a burning comet, leaving behind a spiral air wave, like a unique mark of its flight.