Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 463: The Combination of Spirit, Energy, and Spirit: The Essence of the Composite Power Chain

What Akutsu said does make sense.

Now is the training stage. If you are not willing to even try it yourself, even if your overall strength is not damaged, such training will hardly have any practical effect.

Besides, if there really was a simple and applicable method, Coach Brand would not let everyone waste time trying it.

"Hehe~" Beichuan said softly with a gentle smile on his face. His voice was like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing through everyone's hearts.

"Senior Henry, it's better to understand it yourself than to be taught by words and deeds."

“If you don’t have a deep understanding of your body’s functions, even if you master the method, it won’t be effective.”

He paused, then changed the subject and continued, "On the surface, this training is about helping everyone master the technique of blowing down targets, but in reality, it's about improving everyone's control and understanding of themselves."

"I don't think Coach Brand will let us keep practicing this until the U-17 World Cup tournament starts."

"So don't be too anxious."

As soon as Beichuan finished speaking, Henry Nobel III's face suddenly turned red, like a ripe apple.

He realized that, as Kitagawa and Akutsu had said, it was unrealistic to expect to achieve success in one go after only a few attempts.

After all, you can't be too hasty in doing anything, otherwise it will easily backfire.

As the old saying goes, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. If you are not careful, you will get your mouth full of blisters.

"Henry~" Pete Lambiel's slightly teasing voice sounded slowly, and his short hair fluttered in the breeze.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and he said to Henry Nobel III: "I'm looked down upon~" There was a hint of gloating in his tone, as if he was deliberately provoking him.

After saying that, he ignored Henry, turned around, and continued to concentrate on his own practice.

Peter Lambiel may not be the most dazzling player in the Swiss U-17 training camp, but his performance in training at this moment is particularly eye-catching.

Every time he swung the racket, it was as if he was fighting a fierce battle with the air. The muscles in his arms were tense and relaxed, full of power.

The waves he created were not only much bigger than those created by Henry Nobel III, but he also made progress much faster than the two muscular players, Albert Federer and Randy Pugu.

The waves created by his racket were like surging waves, constantly hitting the mini shooting target in front of him, making people around him look at him in astonishment.

“…” When Henry Nobel III heard what Pitt said, he was stunned and his face turned red and white.

A hint of embarrassment and unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he had no way to refute it.

After a brief silence, he took a deep breath, said nothing more, lowered his head, and continued to practice hard.

He gripped the racket tightly, his arms trembling slightly from the force, sweat dripping down his cheeks, dripping onto the dry ground, and disappearing in an instant.

He secretly vowed in his heart that he must master this skill as soon as possible.

For a moment, the entire training ground was once again filled with the rhythmic sound of rackets swinging.

The players were all immersed in their own practice, constantly trying and adjusting, and everyone was eager to make a breakthrough in this difficult training.

It is worth mentioning that Beichuan successfully met the requirements on the second attempt.

At that moment, the entire training ground fell silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

Beichuan stood there with a calm expression, as if what he had just accomplished was just a trivial matter.

But his achievement was undoubtedly like a blockbuster bomb, which caused huge waves in everyone's hearts and brought invisible pressure to everyone.

Everyone was surprised and impressed, and at the same time, they were more eager to improve their own strength.

At this time, Brand, who was dozing off nearby, opened his eyes slightly after hearing the sound of a series of mini shooting targets falling. A hint of subtle surprise and a unique sense of pride flashed in his eyes.

I was amazed at Beichuan's talent and comprehension ability, and proud that I could discover such a good seedling.

However, he quickly regained his composure and did not show his inner emotions too much.

Around dusk, the sky was dyed orange-red, and the sun gradually set, covering the entire training ground with a layer of golden afterglow.

Brand, who had had a good sleep, slowly got up at this time. He stretched his body and his joints made a "cracking" sound.

Yawning, his voice still full of sleepiness: "Oh~ Oh~ The whole day has passed so quickly."

As he spoke, he rubbed his sleepy eyes with his hands, "It's true that people get old. After not moving for a long time, their bodies feel like they are rusted." He sighed with a helpless smile on his face.

"In that case, I'll give you some pointers." Brand's tone suddenly became cheerful. "By the way, it will also allow us to get off work on time." As he spoke, he walked towards the center of the training ground.

After a pause, Brand's expression instantly became serious, his eyes revealing an unquestionable majesty:

"But if after my instructions, someone still can't finish it before the end of tomorrow."

He paused slightly, his eyes sweeping across the faces of every player, "Then don't blame me for kicking him out." His voice echoed in the training ground, as loud as a bell, allowing everyone to hear it clearly.

As soon as the words fell, everyone stopped what they were doing as if they were under a spell.

All of a sudden, everyone looked at Brand intently, their eyes full of anticipation and nervousness.

Everyone understood that Brand's next guidance might be the key to their breakthrough.

Seeing this, Brand smiled slightly, with a hint of confidence and pride in his smile.

He picked up a racket and walked briskly to the place where ten mini shooting targets were placed.

"Do you know why you never get the point?" he asked, his voice low and magnetic. "First of all, to do this, you must be at the national level or above." As he spoke, he tapped the ground lightly with his racket, making a crisp sound.

"Secondly." Brand paused, his eyes sweeping across everyone's faces, "Do you think you have truly exerted your compound force throughout the entire day of swinging the racket?" When he said this, he deliberately paused to give everyone time to think.