usatvline Chapter 812 Lin Nan VS Camus
Chapter 812 Lin Nan VS Camus
Chapter 812: Lin Nan vs Camus
There was only a loud "boom" and the whole space seemed to tremble.
Camus, who was impacted by Lin Nan's powerful aura, suddenly became chaotic and shaky, as if he might collapse at any time.
For a moment, the entire stadium was enveloped by the fierce confrontation between the two.
The people around felt as if their hearts were being tightly squeezed by an invisible big hand, making it almost impossible to breathe.
At the same time, there were constant bursts of violent vibrations in the air, which made people terrified.
Only Bismarck, who was standing in the distance, was looking at Camus with interest.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he muttered to himself: "Playing with Lin Nan, this guy is really as brave as ever..."
With Lin Nan's amazing mental strength, at the moment of complete release, the entire arena seemed to be instantly shrouded by an invisible yet majestic aura.
The air seemed to be filled with the oppressive feeling brought by his powerful aura, and every inch of space was filled with this force.
If Lin Nan releases his full strength, even QP, who is strong and known for his tenacity in the arena, will be defeated.
, under this spiritual oppression that is so powerful that it is almost terrifying, they will also fall into trouble.
At this moment, QP felt as if his body was as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and even the most basic movement became difficult.
Every movement he tried to make seemed like a desperate struggle against an irresistible force, and it seemed extremely difficult.
It was as if he was tightly bound by countless invisible shackles and could not break free.
In comparison, the momentum displayed by Leopold Camus at this moment seemed insignificant in front of Lin Nan's overwhelming aura.
The gap between the two is like a dwarf meeting a giant. Camus's momentum is just like a child playing house, and cannot be compared with Lin Nan at all.
“What a great spirit!”
Leopold Camus marveled in his heart, the voice seemed to be an emotion coming from the depths of his soul.
His face was full of shock, and his originally bright eyes were now wide open, staring at Lin Nan closely.
There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes, as if the Lin Nan in front of him was a powerful creature from another world, completely beyond the scope of his previous knowledge.
In fact, Camus's greatest strength is the spiritual aspect.
What he called listening to the sound of tennis was just an outward manifestation of his mental strength.
Because of this, he has his own unique and profound insights into the perception and use of momentum.
The tennis of love that he excels at is also a powerful derivative skill based on the spiritual level, which embodies his years of research and training in spiritual power.
Every time he performed the Tennis of Love, it was as if he poured his entire soul into the tennis ball, giving it a powerful force that surpassed ordinary tennis skills.
Ever since watching Lin Nan's thrilling competition with Tasta in the warm-up match, Camus' heart was deeply touched.
In that game, the tenacious fighting spirit and strong mental strength displayed by Lin Nan were engraved in Camus' heart like a brand.
After getting married, Camus's happy life seemed to have a positive impact on his tennis skills. He felt that his skills had undergone a new evolution.
He was full of confidence and therefore developed a strong interest in Lin Nan.
In his eyes, Linnan was like a mysterious and challenging peak, waiting for him to climb and conquer.
This is the reason why this is happening.
Just judging from the momentum, Camus could clearly perceive it with his keen perception in the spiritual realm.
Lin Nan possesses extremely strong spiritual values.
That spiritual power was as unfathomable as an endless abyss, as if it contained endless energy that could erupt at any time and bring a devastating blow to the opponent.
"How about a game, one-game winning?"
Leopold Camus raised his chin slightly with an elegant smile on his face, a smile that seemed to be a gentlemanly demeanor that came from his bones.
He said this in a gentlemanly tone, with an eager gleam in his eyes.
The light was full of anticipation and excitement for this unknown matchup, as if it couldn't wait to compete with Lin Nan on the court.
When Lin Nan heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. The desire for a tennis match was like a beast that had been sleeping for a long time.
Quietly surging in my heart.
He seemed to have seen the scene of himself and Camus' fierce confrontation on the court, and every wonderful moment of hitting the ball kept emerging in his mind.
However, he still relied on his strong willpower to maintain his rationality and said, "Private matches are not allowed, so one goal is fine. If it's one goal, there's nothing wrong with it."
As he spoke, he frowned slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of caution. After all, he was well aware of the possible consequences of violating the rules.
But in that caution, there was also a hint of expectation.
Looking forward to a short but exciting tennis match with Camus.
As the curtain of the World Championship slowly opens.
The competition on the field is like a white-hot furnace, and any path that leads to victory is like a clear spring in the desert.
It is highly coveted and fully utilized by all participating teams.
Lin Nan stood on the edge of this field full of challenges and glory, thinking to himself that he was fully aware of the responsibilities he shouldered.
We must not let the German team's years of hard work and expectations go to waste due to a momentary impulse of an individual, causing the team to lose its precious qualification for the competition.
You know, the rules of the International Tennis Federation are like a sword of Damocles hanging high.
It is explicitly prohibited for players from various countries to compete privately during the World Championships.
Once caught violating the rules, the consequences will be disastrous.
In the mildest cases, the players may face suspension, casting a heavy shadow on their careers; in the worst cases, they may be directly disqualified from competing in their country.
Especially the main captain of the team, he was the first to bear the brunt.
"Okay, one ball then."
Leopold Camus raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a confident and slightly mysterious smile.
That smile seemed to announce to the world that he was ready to take on any challenge.
"Then let's have some fun!"
Lin Nan was not to be outdone, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled back.
There was a strange light flashing in his eyes, which showed both the anticipation for this special matchup and the courage and determination of a top player.
There have always been many rumors about Camus circulating in the tennis world.
Some people say that the reason why Camus was able to bring about a wave of change in a tennis world full of top players is largely due to his unique tennis style.
His tennis is safe and graceful in an environment often filled with exaggerated power and fierce confrontation.
Even in the new world of Prince of Tennis, where exaggerated moves like "destroying the world" are often used.
It is like a fresh and unique flower.
However, in the original work, the description of Camus's strength is vague and unclear.
People only know about his revolutionary tennis style and the mysterious "love move".
In the past, many netizens who were keen on analysis boldly speculated that Camus’ ability might be another unique form of “perfect”.
It's because his love for tennis has reached the extreme, and it is said that he has reached the extraordinary level where he can listen to the voice of tennis.
As the two made their decision, they walked side by side to the empty stadium.
Bismarck saw this and leaped onto the referee's chair like a nimble cheetah, shouting, "Let me be the referee for you!"
Upon hearing this, Camus just smiled lightly and did not express any objection. That smile revealed a kind of calmness that showed that everything was under control.
Lin Nan and Camus came onto the court, walking steadily and firmly to the baseline.
"Nan, you serve the ball."
Leopold Camus' tone was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable meaning.
After saying this, he slowly moved his gaze towards the racket in his hand, as if he was staring at the most precious treasure in the world.
His eyes were full of... love, and he whispered softly: "Baby, we will have a competition later. Today is also a day of loving you. Let's fight together, okay."
"Forehead....."
When Lin Nan heard this, he felt a chill all over his body and trembled involuntarily, and even his anus tightened.
He really found it difficult to adapt to Camus's overly intimate and slightly weird behavior.
Swish -!
Lin Nan stopped watching Leopold Camus's almost perverted performance. He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and threw the tennis ball high into the air.
His racket-holding arm tensed instantly, his muscles bulging like a dormant beast.
Then he swung the racket with all his might, and it hit the tennis ball with tremendous force.
Bang!
There was a loud bang like thunder exploding out of nowhere, echoing throughout the entire stadium.
Lin Nan's muscles bulged and he looked extremely powerful.
In an instant, the temperature of the entire stadium seemed to be suddenly raised by an invisible giant hand and rose rapidly.
A giant red beam of light was like an angry fire python.
It instantly ran through the court, and with the help of this powerful force, the tennis ball shot out like a cannonball.
The ball had an extremely strong impact and rotation. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be ignited, making a "sizzling" sound.
Wherever the beam of light went, it brought up obvious flames, like a burning dragon.
Running around the stadium freely, the temperature of the entire stadium continued to rise, as if being in a hot furnace.
A red beam of light runs through the stadium
When the onlookers saw this, their expressions changed drastically.
Most of them had heard about Lin Nan's super-powerful light shot through TV footage before - super light shot? Nothing at all.
But the TV images are ultimately separated by a layer, making it impossible for people to truly feel the terrifying power contained in them.
Now, they were personally in the situation and were immediately numbed by the overwhelming sense of oppression.
Boom!
The tennis ball fell to the ground like a blockbuster bomb. The ground of the stadium could not bear the weight and was instantly covered with cracks. Those cracks spread wildly around like a hideous spider web.
You know, this playing field has not reached the professional level, facing Lin Nan's terrifying serve.
It's like a weak child facing a giant with strength as strong as a mountain, he simply can't bear it.
The hot air waves were like a raging tsunami, rushing towards us with overwhelming force, sweeping up the surrounding debris.
Those fragments were carried by the air waves and flew everywhere like small pebbles splashed by the splitting of meteorites.
The air wave swept forward in an umbrella-shaped manner over a large area, and wherever it went, everything was shaken by this powerful force.
However, Camus remained unmoved and still had that confident smile on his face.
His body began to spin, his movements light and smooth, like an elegant dancer dancing on the stage.
"Honey, here comes the ball, let's pick out a perfect waltz step."
As soon as he finished speaking, Leopold Camus suddenly turned in the air and then struck a ballet pose, his posture as graceful as a swan spreading its wings.
Just then, a pink light emanated from his racket.
The light was soft yet revealed a mysterious power.
Bang!
The tennis ball hits the racket face obediently like a tamed beast.
The magical thing is that the power that was originally strong enough to destroy everything was quickly dissolved the moment it touched Camus's racket.
The shaking of the entire stadium also stopped abruptly, as if nothing had ever happened.
"The power of love can offset everything!"
Camus said loudly, pushing the ball back gently.
The ball, which originally contained extremely powerful force, did not have the chance to show its due power in front of Camus' "power of love".
It was as if a spell had been cast on it, completely dissolving into nothingness.
"Is the power of love to resolve?"
Lin Nan smiled, his eyes full of admiration and excitement: "Camus, you really gave me a little surprise."
The tennis ball was wrapped in pink energy, like a meteor blessed by a mysterious force.
It drew a strange and charming arc in the air and flew back.
Following its flight trajectory, the surroundings seemed to be stirred by an invisible force.
Wave after wave of air surged and rolled, as if to draw everything around into the vortex of this mysterious power.
At first glance, this seemed to be just an ordinary goal, but Lin Nan had a keen intuition as a top player.
But he instantly captured the deadly threat hidden in it.
This ball contains an extremely dangerous rotation. The power of the rotation is like a turbulent undercurrent hidden beneath the calm sea surface. It is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface.
"What a strange way."
Lin Nan couldn't help but murmur softly, his eyes fixed on the tennis ball spinning rapidly in the air.
It is obvious that Camus did not use much force when hitting the ball, but the ball could produce such a strong rotation, which is really puzzling.
"Love can make anything more powerful than itself. Everything is equal, from a tennis ball to a racket."
Leopold Camus looked extremely elegant at this moment, and he slightly raised his head.
The voice was soft but clear throughout the arena, and the tone seemed to be telling a truth that the world had not yet known.
There is an unquestionable certainty in the gentleness.
When Lin Nan heard this, an interested expression appeared on his face.
His eyes narrowed slightly, with a gleam in them, as if he was re-examining the opponent in front of him.
Before this, his understanding of Camus through the attribute panel was limited to the "power of love".