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

Chapter 649: The Dark Devil Whispers, Runs Away Without Fighting

Obviously.

The topic of "master level" mentioned by Beichuan was like a sharp thorn that pierced his heart and stimulated him a little.

Mansfield Alva gave Beichuan a bitter smile with a hint of excitement, and that smile was full of bitterness and self-mockery.

His brows were tightly furrowed, the corners of his mouth drooped, and his eyes flashed with deep jealousy and powerlessness, as if expressing his envy of Beichuan's talent and his helplessness in his own inability to reach such a height.

"This."

Beichuan shrugged lightly, his tone relaxed and casual.

"I can only say that I was young and frivolous, and a little willful."

"The more others want me to do something, the less I want to do it. Maybe you could call it rebellion."

He spread his hands, with a meaningful smile on his face and a hint of cunning in his eyes.

In fact, things are not exactly as Kitagawa said.

In the world of tennis, the road after the Masters level is full of unknowns and challenges, and the Grandmaster and King levels are waiting to be explored.

Beichuan is not a reckless person. He knows that he needs to be cautious in every step.

Since he chose to embark on this path, he was determined to achieve the ultimate. After all, he had the experience of time travel and a magical golden finger, and he did not want to waste these unique advantages.

At this moment, Beichuan seemed to come back to his senses from his thoughts.

For him, participating in the Sydney Cup Professional Challenge does have a sense of willfulness and rebellion.

Mansfield Alva listened to what Kitagawa said, and he stood there in amazement, stunned.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide, and shock was written all over his face.

Although he knew in his heart that the young man opposite him was pretending to be so, it was undeniable that he did have the ability to do so.

This caused tens of millions of points of mental damage to this veteran professional player who had been fighting in the world of tennis for many years. His inner defenses were completely broken, and his original self-confidence collapsed in an instant under the impact of Beichuan's words.

After a long time, Mansfield Alva let out a long breath, as if he had finally accepted this cruel reality.

He adjusted his expression and continued to ask Beichuan with a poetic melancholy look.

"If possible, I'd like to know how you were able to reach the Masters level that countless tennis players dream of at this age."

There was a hint of expectation in his voice, as if he hoped to find a glimmer of hope that he could succeed from Beichuan's answer.

"Well, I can only say it's a gift. In short, it's innate."

Beichuan still answered with a calm smile, his expression without any ripples, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

In fact.

Just now, when he saw Akutsu and Alexander Amadeus among the audience, his eagerness to end the conversation and focus on the game instantly disappeared.

Obviously, from the expressions and states of the two men, it can be seen that they have encountered veteran professional players and have been forced to leave the stage in disgrace.

That's why at this moment, Kitagawa was here casually answering Mansfield Alva's boring questions.

However, Kitagawa's overly sincere answer completely broke Mansfield Alva's defense again.

His body trembled slightly, his face turned pale, and he almost fell into a state of depression.

From Beichuan's words, he understood that it was so easy for the other party to reach the master level at this age, and this ease was like a heavy mountain, which made him breathless and speechless.

"That's about it, uncle. If you keep on talking, the referee will probably get angry."

"Besides, you and I don't seem to be that familiar with each other, so there's no need to talk so much."

Beichuan looked at the chattering Mansfield Alva and felt that this uncle was a little too talkative, so he interrupted him and stopped him from asking further questions.

Although his tone was calm, it contained a hint of impatience.

After hearing what Kitagawa said, Mansfield Alva no longer had the heart to continue the game.

He complained with a wry smile, his voice full of helplessness.

"What's the point of fighting?"

"When you reach the master level, which of those top professional-level guys can give you a headache?"

"Not to mention that you have now truly entered the master level."

"Although I'm 25 now, I'm still young. I don't want to lie in the ICU of a hospital for several months during this golden time."

As he spoke, he shook his head, his eyes full of fear and retreat.

It was obvious that Mansfield Alva did not think he was very stubborn.

Compared with Kitagawa, although his age is definitely the golden period in the world tennis, facing Kitagawa who has already entered the master level, he clearly knows that he has no chance of winning.

If we go to compete with Beichuan at this time, if we get injured, the consequences will be disastrous.

During this period, if he stayed in the hospital for a while, his status and ranking in the tennis world would definitely plummet.

Even if there are no hidden dangers left by then and he returns to tennis, he will probably not have the chance to enter the top of the ATP rankings again because of the delay.

It can be seen how terrifying this situation is for athletes.

"Don't be like this."

"Senior, you are at least a veteran top-level professional. You can even be called a half-step master."

"And I'm the captain of the Swiss U-17 team. I have to communicate with players like you so I can give my teammates some pointers when I get back."

"Don't you really want to experience the master level?"

Beichuan looked at the decadent Mansfield Alva and began to persuade him earnestly.

His words were like the devil's temptation, his tone was extremely sincere and his eyes were full of expectation.

However, even such sincere words sounded painful to Mansfield Alva.

Indeed, as a veteran top-level professional player, if he can experience the master-level state, it will be of great benefit to him in entering the master level.

But there is gain and loss. Since he chose to come to the Sydney Cup Professional Challenge, a rookie competition, to gain points, it means that he does not have much confidence in his own talent.

In his opinion, competing with Beichuan would do more harm than good and it was not worth the risk.

"Sir, I am not an innocent person. Don't choose to harm someone."

At this moment, Mansfield Alva felt helpless. He only felt a slight pain in his internal organs, as if he was stung by Beichuan's words.

In front of Beichuan, he couldn't pretend to be cool, nor could he match his strength, and his talent was even more incomparable. The other person even wanted to use him as a material to improve his experience. This feeling of falling from heaven to hell made him feel so miserable that he wanted to die.

At that moment, Mansfield Alva strode towards the sidelines, his steps hurried, as if he wanted to escape from this humiliating place as soon as possible.

Anyway, we are already in the semi-finals. Although I didn’t make it to the semi-finals, I still got a certain amount of ATP ranking points for reaching the quarter-finals.

Although the expected amount was not reached, it was still a sure win.

If he continued to tangle with Beichuan, he was really afraid that he would not be able to control himself and fight with the other party, because comparing oneself with others can really make people angry to death.