boyutpedia Chapter 814 The Terrible Camus, the Escape of Lin Nan
Chapter 814 The Terrible Camus, the Escape of Lin Nan
Chapter 814: The Terrible Camus, the Escaped Lin Nan
The children jumped up excitedly, waving their hands in the air, with excited smiles on their faces;
The adults couldn't help but open their mouths wide, their eyes filled with shock, as if they had seen the most incredible sight in the world.
"Here we go again!"
Lin Nan's eyes were filled with determination and perseverance, as if they could penetrate all difficulties. He did not hesitate to increase his counterattack force again. At this moment, he had only one belief in his heart -
Defeat your opponent without caring whether the stadium will be destroyed.
The muscles in his arms bulged high, and every time he swung the racket, he brought with him endless power, a power that seemed to be able to shake the heavens and the earth.
Leopold Camus did not take it lightly.
Suddenly, the pink light on his body became brighter, like a burning flame.
That light was filled with his desire for victory and his indomitable fighting spirit.
In Lin Nan's opinion, Camus is constantly strengthening his own psychological suggestion in order to release more muscle potential.
There was a hint of determination in Camus' eyes. He knew very well that the game had reached a critical moment and a single step could make a world of difference.
“Bang!”
The stronger power of "love" is like a surging wave, enveloping the tennis ball with overwhelming force.
The red light column quickly shattered under the impact of this powerful force, turning into countless light shadows and dissipating in the air, like gorgeous fireworks in the night sky, fleeting.
The super-strong light shot containing extreme impact and rotation was once again resolved.
"I want to see where your limits are!"
Lin Nan murmured in a low voice, with a hint of provocation in his voice, as if he was issuing the most direct challenge to Camus. The sound was like a war drum ringing in the silent night sky, shocking everyone.
He swung the racket in his hand again, and the same empty beam of light appeared, but this time, it was more powerful than the previous one.
The beam of light was like a giant dragon ready to strike.
A powerful aura emanated from his body, as if he was about to deliver a fatal blow to his opponent in the next second, filling the entire arena with a tense atmosphere.
The audience held their breath and stared at the field without blinking, afraid of missing any details.
The entire auditorium was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Leopold Camus quickly sensed the crisis. A trace of panic flashed across his eyes, and he secretly groaned in his heart.
If Lin Nan's attack power continues to increase, it will sooner or later exceed his endurance limit.
This can't go on any longer! He screamed wildly in his heart.
He swung the racket in his hand quickly and used his special move - the heart-touching shot!
Leopold Camus swayed his body and spun on the spot, his whole body like a high-speed spinning top, and the power of "love" in his body reached an unprecedented intensity.
The light illuminated the entire arena, as if to swallow up everything, making people feel his determination to fight to the death.
His hair flew as he spun, sweat splashed, and every movement was full of power and determination.
It was as if he was declaring to the world his belief that he would never give up.
"It seems it has reached its limit."
Lin Nan looked at Camus' condition and shook his head gently, with a look of understanding and confidence in his eyes, as if that confidence was innate.
At present, Camus's strength is indeed good and he is considered a leader among many players, but compared with Borg and QP, there is obviously still a big gap.
But compared to Tasta, Camus is indeed much stronger.
"Forget it, I won't play with you anymore."
Lin Nan said calmly, with a hint of ease and confidence in his tone, as if the outcome of this game was already under his control.
He swung the racket in his hand again, and a milky white ball instantly appeared in front of Camus.
The ball emitted a dazzling light, instantly illuminating the entire stadium, like a rising sun, carrying endless power and hope.
This indicates that the game is about to come to an end.
The light is like the dawn of hope, shining on everyone and making people full of expectations.
white dwarf!
On the tennis court that was illuminated by the bright lights as if it were daytime, time seemed to have stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on the tennis ball that was rapidly flying through the air.
It was like a black lightning that cut through the night sky, carrying with it a fierce momentum.
At a speed that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, it pierced through the gap between Camus' rackets like lightning.
The trajectory of the tennis ball was extremely tricky, with a strange angle and extremely fast speed.
There was absolutely no room for Camus to fight back.
"What......"
Camus' lips trembled slightly uncontrollably, and the two words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
His voice was filled with undisguised disbelief.
His pupils suddenly contracted sharply, and the tennis ball that was flying away was clearly reflected in his eyes.
The expression on his face gradually changed from initial shock to an incredible dullness, as if he was frozen in time.
Looking at the tennis ball that suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost, Camus' mind seemed to be suddenly struck by a high voltage current, and he fell into a brief blank state.
And in this blank space, there was only one extremely strong thought left.
-
"run".
In an instant, his body seemed to be tightly wrapped in a layer of mysterious pink light, which was like a burning flame, emitting a strange aura.
Then, he turned into a stream of pink light and disappeared from the field in an instant at an almost crazy speed.
Only a faint breeze was left in place, which gently blew across the ground, raising a trace of dust, as if telling everyone that what had just happened was not an illusion.
Bang!
The tennis ball fell heavily to the ground, making a dull but crisp sound, and then bounced high again.
It drew a graceful yet somewhat ironic arc in the air, and finally flew out of bounds without any suspense.
The sound of the ball landing kept echoing in the empty and silent stadium. Every echo seemed to be striking Camus' heart, and it was particularly clear and harsh.
"Your strength is not bad, but just good."
Lin Nan's voice was steady and calm, like a bottomless lake without a single ripple.
He casually put the racket in his hand on his shoulder, the movement was natural and free and easy.
His eyes revealed an innate confidence and calmness, as if everything before him was under his control.
As soon as the words fell, the entire stadium began to tremble violently as if it was shaken by an invisible hand from hell.
In the audience seats around the stadium, people cried out in surprise, their faces filled with fear and anxiety.
Then, something extremely shocking happened. The stadium began to collapse without any warning.
Huge bricks and stones fell like raindrops, raising dust all over the sky, which quickly spread.
The entire stadium was shrouded in chaos.
After a dazzling white light flashed like lightning, a huge deep pit suddenly appeared on the originally mirror-like playing field.
The deep pit was like a terrifying giant mouth opened by the earth, as if it wanted to swallow everything.
On the other hand, Lin Nan, the instigator of this chaos, seemed very calm.
As if all this was expected.
He stood there quietly, his feet as steady as if rooted in the ground, his eyes without any emotion, and it seemed that he didn't care at all about scoring that point.
He was waiting with great interest to see how Camus would answer him.
However, what happened next made him open his eyes wide in shock, and the expression on his face froze instantly, as if he had been struck by lightning.
Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, Camus, who had lost the ball, seemed to have all his strength suddenly drained away, and his legs went limp.
He fell straight to his knees on the ground in despair.
His knees slammed heavily on the ground with a dull sound, which seemed like a desperate cry from the depths of his heart.
His face was full of pain and self-blame, his facial features were twisted in extreme pain, and then he held the racket tightly in his hand.
As if that was his last straw, he began to cry in pain.
"I'm sorry, baby, I couldn't help you win this one."
Camus' voice was filled with tears, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, carrying endless pain and regret.
His tears flowed down his cheeks like a flood, dripping onto the racket in his hand.
A small splash of water.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault~~~~"
He kept repeating this sentence while crying.
The cry was filled with deep regret and unwillingness, as if trying to vent all the pain in his heart.
“Woooooooo~~~”
The cries of pain echoed throughout the arena.
The sound grew louder and more shrill, as if it was about to break through the roof of the stadium and reach the sky.
The pain and despair contained in the crying made everyone present feel an inexplicable chill, as if they were in an ice cellar.
Lin Nan stood there, his face full of shock and speechlessness, his mouth slightly open.
But he couldn't say a word. He was sure that this was real crying, not fake crying, and the crying contained real emotions.
An inexplicable feeling of nausea surged in his heart. This feeling made him feel uncomfortable all over, as if millions of ants were crawling on his body.
"Damn it, what kind of pervert is this!"
Lin Nan finally couldn't help but swear. His eyes were full of disgust and aversion, as if he was looking at a monster.
His body was shaking slightly, a reaction to the nausea.
"QP, run! Something must be wrong!"
Lin Nan turned to look at QP, his face full of anxiety and beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
There was an extreme fear in his eyes.
He didn't want to stay here for another second. Everything here made him feel extremely scared and disgusted.
Lin Nan had no intention of communicating with Leopold Camus anymore.
He quickly stuffed the racket in his hand back into the racket bag, his movements were flustered and hurried, and his hands were shaking slightly due to nervousness.
Then he quickly picked up the bucket and ran away. His steps were hurried and messy, as if some terrible demon was chasing him.
Each step was very big, almost like running.
Not long after the words fell, Lin Nan and QP left the venue as fast as they could, like two frightened rabbits.
Their figures gradually blurred in the night and finally disappeared, leaving behind only the empty stadium and Camus who was still crying.
In the empty stadium, only Camus's crying voice kept echoing, which seemed particularly desolate.
Only after the two men were reduced to two black figures and completely disappeared in the distance did Leopold Camus slowly stand up.
There were still undried tears on his face, which flashed with strange light under the moonlight, making him look particularly strange.
He gently kissed the racket in his hand, the action was gentle and affectionate, as if he was kissing his most beloved lover.
There was a kind of crazy persistence in his eyes that made people shudder.
Looking at the direction where Lin Nan and the other person were leaving, Camus vowed, "Next time, my dear, believe me, I will definitely defeat them next time and avenge our love!"
His voice was firm and resolute, with a determination to never give up until he achieved his goal.
The sound echoed in the night sky, like the whisper of a demon.
...
After returning to the room, Lin Nan still felt a strong sense of nausea. It was as if he had eaten something extremely disgusting, and it kept lingering in his mind and could not be shaken off.
He sat on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands, his face full of pain.
"Was he always so disgusting?"
QP frowned, his face full of confusion and puzzlement. There was a tremor in his voice.
Obviously frightened by Camus's behavior, he paced back and forth in the room, his steps hurried and messy.
It seems that the original work's description of Camus is beautified.
A man who can play "train" with a racket is far more perverted than he imagined.
Lin Nan couldn't help but sigh in his heart that there were such weird people in this world.
"He loves tennis so much, so it's... a little weird."
Lin Nan also touched his nose speechlessly, trying to ease the discomfort in his heart.
His eyes were full of helplessness. He really couldn't understand Camus' behavior.
He leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to erase the scene from his mind.
There are two weeks left to the final.
The incident tonight was not spread. Perhaps everyone was disgusted by Camus's behavior and no one wanted to recall it.
The whole team fell into silence, as if that incident had never happened.
In the next half month, the German team gradually adjusted their game status.
They train hard every day, and the court echoes with their shouts and the sound of balls hitting the ball.
Every team member devoted himself to the training, their clothes were soaked with sweat, but they still persevered.
Lin Nan reduced his training.
He knew that simple training would not be able to further improve his strength.
He watches a lot of videos, looking for inspiration from other players' games and learning their techniques.
He spends a lot of time every day sitting in front of the TV, watching every game carefully, with a notebook in his hand filled with various tactics and techniques.