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Another simple return shot, and Garp won the game. He smiled and looked at Luffy across the court, and then looked at Redman and Polk.

26 "You must be the head coach of the German U-17 training camp that kid Dorag mentioned, right?"

Garp's words made Redman walk forward quickly and shake hands with Garp with a smile on his face.

"Yes, it's me. I didn't expect to meet you. I wonder if I can take a photo with you later, Mr. Karp?"

Redman's fan-like behavior made Cap unable to stop smiling.

"Hahaha, no problem, after all, Luffy is planning to enter the tennis world. Although Dragon and I have some influence, it's not that useful in the tennis world. So I still have to ask you to take good care of him in the future."

After a few pleasantries, Cap and Redman walked into the living room.

With the departure of Garp and Redman, only Polk and Luffy, who was sitting on the ground resting on the other side, were left on the tennis court.

Looking at Luffy who fell to the ground exhausted, Polk came to his side out of curiosity.

"Hello, are you Luffy?"

Polk greeted.

Polk's words made Luffy, who was originally resting with his head down, raise his head and look at Polk. There was some confusion on Luffy's face.

"I'm Luffy, who are you, uncle?"

Uncle?

When Polk heard Luffy's address to him, he instantly felt a little unhappy. He knew his own situation. Polk was very aware that his face looked a little mature. When he went to various countries to participate in competitions in the past, he was often misunderstood.

But he is really just a child who is not even 18 years old!

"...I'm not some uncle. I'm Polk from the German U-17 training camp. I heard from Coach Redman that Mr. Dorager asked him to get you recommended by the German U-17 training camp to enter the professional game."

"Do you know anything about professional competitions?"

Polk quickly moved past the topic of age and onto tennis.

"Absolutely not!"

Luffy said confidently.

"Huh? You want to become a professional player without even knowing about professional competitions?"

Polk looked at Luffy with some confusion, as if he wanted to confirm whether the other party was joking.

"Hehehe, if future opponents know all the information, it would be too boring to embark on such a journey again."

"Every game is a new adventure, that's what makes the game fun."

Luffy said with a smile that he preferred the unknown to the known because the unknown could bring surprises.

"Is this so"

Polk frowned and didn't comment on Luffy's thoughts.

As an elite tennis player from the German U-17 training camp, Polk, or the tennis philosophy pursued by the German U-17 training camp, is undoubtedly to win through solid foundations, accurate intelligence, and efficient competition.

Therefore, he did not fully approve of Luffy's behavior of completely discarding the information.

But there are thousands of paths in tennis. Everyone has different beliefs, talents, and abilities. Naturally, everyone is free to pursue whatever philosophy they want.

Moreover, maybe Luffy's strength is already strong enough that he can still handle it with ease even if he abandons the information.

After all, Luffy's father, Dragon, was able to allow Luffy, who had such an idea, to enter the professional tennis world. This is enough to prove that his strength is extraordinary.

"Care to play some balls?"

Porco was extremely interested in Luffy who held such an idea. Was he arrogant or did he really have such strength? He would know everything after a fight.

"Huh? You play tennis too?"

Hearing what Polk said, Luffy looked over with excitement.

"That's right, and I'm also a professional player. Since you've decided to enter the tennis world, 580, then we're destined to be rivals in the future."

"Playing a game now can be considered as a preview of the future."

Polk said.

After hearing what Polk said, Luffy immediately jumped up happily, but he did not pick up the racket. Instead, he went to the rest area, picked up some fruits and food and started eating them. While eating, Luffy also looked at Polk.

"Want to eat some?"

Polk frowned again.

"Are you refusing to compete with me?"

"No"

Luffy shook his head.

"So you're eating like this? Are you sure you can still perform at your best if you eat like this before a competition?"

"Don't worry, this is nothing. It's just to replenish the energy I lost playing basketball with Grandpa."

Luffy waved his hand, signaling Porco to rest assured.

However, seeing Luffy getting more and more excited as he ate, Porco was really worried. Fortunately, at this moment, a voice came from behind him.

"Don't worry about him, that's the special talent of the Monk family."

Chapter 913 Luffy and Polk, the most free and standard tennis

"Don't worry about him, that's the special talent of the Monchi family."

Hearing the voice, Polk turned to look at the person who came. It was an old man with purple hair, wearing a pair of sunglasses, and an extremely strong build.

"Grandpa Zefa"

Seeing the person coming, Luffy greeted him and then turned his attention to the food.

On the other side, Porco, after hearing Luffy's address to Zephyr, immediately started to recall, wanting to know who this person was. Since he could have dealings with the Monkey family, he must not be a simple character.

But unfortunately, Polk couldn't find any information about this person after searching his brain.

"I happened to be here recently, and I heard from old man Garp that you were planning to enter the professional field, so I came to see you."

Zefa came to the recliner and sat on it without hesitation.

"You were a kid who couldn't even walk steadily back then, but now you're about to start your real life. So, how does your father, Dorag, plan to help you enter the tennis world?"

"Humph, it's not like what Garp did back then, kicking him out of the house and not caring about his life or death, right?"

Zefa snorted coldly.

His words aroused Polk's curiosity. After all, although Dorag's sport was not tennis, he was also a legend. Polk really wanted to know what kind of story this legend had.

"Also, the guy over there, if I remember correctly, you should be the active professional tennis player Polk, right?"

After talking to Luffy for a few words, seeing that Luffy's attention was all focused on eating, Zefa had no choice but to turn around and talk to Porco.

"I'm Polk...Excuse me, you are~"

"Me? My name is Zefa. I used to be a coach, but now I'm just an old guy."

In response to Polk's question, Zefa waved his hand and did not elaborate on his situation.

After hearing Zefa's answer, Polk nodded, and at the same time took note of the other party's situation in his heart, preparing to check it in detail after returning to U-17. He had a hunch that this person was definitely not a simple person.

"Mr. Zefa, you just said that it was the special talent of the Monkey family. What is it?"

Polk looked at Luffy curiously as he kept eating. Now he realized that something was wrong. After all, Luffy had not stopped at all from the beginning until now.

"For other people, it takes time to digest food, but for the Monchi family, the speed is accelerated by who knows how many times."

“Almost immediately after eating, the food that has entered the stomach is digested.”

"This is what makes the Monchi family's big eaters so special. Of course, this isn't a big deal. What's more important is that the digested food provides energy for their exercise."

Zefa said.

As Zefa finished speaking, a look of surprise appeared on Polk's face.

"In other words, when they participate in sports, they can recover their physical strength infinitely?"

“It’s much more than that.”

Zefa smiled and glanced at Polk, but did not elaborate on what else he wanted to say.

Although Polk was a little curious about this, he did not ask any further questions. He was a professional tennis player, and Luffy was also going to be a professional player in the future. The two might become competitors in the future.

In this case, it is very reasonable for people to hide their information.

On the other side, Luffy, who was finally satisfied after eating for a long time, stood up and looked at Polk with an excited smile on his face.

"Uncle, let's have a competition!"

"...I'm not an uncle, I'm about the same age as you!"

Polk struggled to correct Luffy, but the other party clearly didn't intend to listen, so he could only pick up the tennis racket with an indifferent look on his face and stand opposite Luffy.

"You serve first."

He signaled Luffy to serve first, and then Polk got into a posture ready to receive the ball.

At the same time, Zefa on the side of the court also sat up straight.

"In that case, I won't be polite. Hehe, look at my pistol serve!"

With a dull thud, the tennis ball shot towards Polk like a bullet.

Looking at the speeding tennis ball, Polk raised his eyebrows. Just from the data shown by this serve, Polk could see how powerful Luffy was. With this strength, he would have no problem making it to the first team of the German U-17 training camp.

boom!

Polk, with an expressionless face, came to the right position and swung his racket to return the ball. Every move he made was natural and there was not a single flaw.

At least in the eyes of Zefa who was watching the fight, Polk's counterattack was perfect.

"A philosopher on the path to victory? I have to admit, even though the media often fabricates news and distorts the facts, at least they're pretty good at coming up with nicknames."

Zephyr commented.

Polk's tennis is like a peerless painting or a flawless sculpture, precise, efficient, and full of beauty.

No wonder the tennis world has such a high opinion of him.

"This is interesting. What will happen when the most standard tennis ball meets the most free tennis ball?"

Zefa looked at Luffy on the other side with a smile on his face.

Compared to Porco's flawless movements, Luffy is at the other extreme.

Seeing Polk's return, Luffy even jumped towards the landing point of the tennis ball.

When he reached the right position, Luffy swung the racket violently and returned the ball in a posture that made Polk look uncomfortable all over.

"Rocket launcher!".

Chapter 914: Nonsense Tennis Style, Shocked Polk

"Bazooka!"

"whip!"

"Spinning bomb!"

"Tomahawk!"

"Big windmill!"

"..."

After fighting with Luffy for a few minutes, Polk's face became visibly dissatisfied.

Compared to his own movements which were standard enough to be put into a textbook, Luffy's movements were completely disorganized. He just did whatever he remembered. Some of the movements even seemed more physically demanding to him, but Luffy still did them.

In addition, every time Luffy returns the ball, he always shouts out a word loudly. Different words correspond to different returns, which proves that Luffy is not shouting randomly.

All of these things came together in Polk's mind to form a not-so-good image of Luffy.