System?
Qin Feng was stunned again.
At this moment, a three-dimensional image appeared in front of him.
Name: Qin Feng
[Age: 14]
[Competition Style: None]
[Fifth Dimension: Speed 1.5, Strength 2, Stamina 1, Technique 1, Spiritual Energy 3. Total: 8.5
Ultimate Skill: Strengthened Defensive Counterattack (D)
[Personal Mastery: None]
[Title: None]
[Achievement Points: 0]
[Evaluation: A specialized player with outstanding mental strength.] He had experience in playing defensive counterattack, but he was prone to running out of stamina in the second half of the game. Therefore, strengthening his endurance was a top priority.
8.5 Fifth Dimensional Value?
Qin Feng smiled bitterly to himself.
They were both in Grade Nine, but Sanada's attributes were probably twice as high as his. As for his five dimensions, every little bit higher, the difference was very obvious. In addition, he did not have any special skills, so he was completely a blank player.
"Hey, Qin Jun."
Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts. The red-haired youth standing opposite him shook the racket in his hand and said,"Prepare to begin."
Kazuichi Inada.
The second year of junior high school.
It was said that he was a strong contender for the next main election. His tennis skills were not bad, and he was good at fast attacks. He had the nickname of Windshade.
"Yes, alright."
Qin Feng gathered his spirit and his expression became serious. He gripped the racket in his hand tightly and got into a position to catch the ball.
"That's…A western-style grip?"
"Senior Qin Feng, don't you play strength-based tennis?" someone asked in the crowd.”
"Who knows?"
"Perhaps he hasn't woken up from his afternoon nap yet?”
"Haha!"
A burst of laughter came from the crowd.
"Too relaxed."
At this moment, a stern voice sounded. Instantly, the team members 'expressions changed, and they all stood up straight.
It was Sanada, who was patrolling the area.
As the deputy minister, managing the order of the stadium was one of his daily tasks. However, as he entered the third year of junior high school and the seniors graduated, Sanada himself became a senior, making it much easier to manage.
For example, now, with just one sentence, the team members all quieted down.
"Eh?"
However, when he saw Qin Feng's grip on the racket on the court, his expression changed.
"It really is a western-style grip."
There are seven types of tennis rackets, namely the Continental Grip, the Eastern Grip, the Half Western Grip, the Western Grip, the Eastern Backhand Grip, the Half Western Backhand Grip, and the Two-handed Backhand Grip.
Each grip had its own advantages and disadvantages, but the Western grip was more suitable for strong topspin. Correspondingly, this grip was more afraid of low balls.
If Sanada remembered correctly, Qin Feng seemed to be practicing his arm muscles and his powerful high-speed swings every day.
"Is this really his first time playing?”
Sanada shook his head and ignored him. He continued to patrol the other stadiums.
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Bang!
On the court.
Rice field and a ball.
The tennis ball fell very quickly. As soon as it landed, it bounced off quickly.
“15-0”
"Beautiful!"
Cheers rang out in the surroundings.
Qin Feng was not discouraged.
Receiving a serve was not an easy task. Even professional players couldn't return every ball when they were dealing with the receiving of the ball.
"A competition isn't determined by one round.”
Qin Feng was very calm. Perhaps it was because his spiritual power had reached 3 points, but the scene in his eyes was very clear. Even now, he could clearly remember the range of the ball hitting point and the process of the tennis ball falling when he hit the ball.
Bang!
Kazuichi Inada served again.
Perhaps it was because he had succeeded in his first attack that he became bolder. This time, he aimed closer to the sidelines.
Pa!
However, the ball touched the net.
"How could that be?"
Kazuichi Inada slapped his head in frustration, while Qin Feng, who was opposite him, smiled faintly.
"He's a rash little fellow."
What he paid attention to was not only the opponent's tennis level, but also his reaction after scoring and losing points in the game.
Bang!
Second shot, the tennis ball crossed the net.
Qin Feng could clearly see that Kazuichi Inada heaved a sigh of relief. However, the quality of this second shot was far from as high as the first shot. The falling speed was slower, and Qin Feng calmly returned the shot.
Bang!
It was a light and spinning return. The tennis ball rubbed against the surface of the racket and was kicked out.
Qin Feng had used this technique countless times in his previous life. However, this was the first time it was used in actual combat.
At this moment, Kazuichi seemed to have calmed down. He was very fast and it was not difficult for him to catch up with the tennis ball. However, when he returned the ball, he felt awkward.
He endured the discomfort, held the clap with both hands, and bent his knees slightly.
Pa!
The ball was very low.
It was also Kazuichi Inada's intention to restrict Qin Feng's western-style grip. However, when Qin Feng raised his racket again, he had already changed his movements.
Bang!
With a powerful lashing, the tennis ball flew out like a bullet with the addition of 2 points of Strength. Kazuichi Inada raised his foot and gave up on chasing the ball.
“15-15”
"This…"
The audience was stunned.
"Interesting."
Outside the crowd, a handsome youth with silver-blue hair smiled."Is it like withdrawing your fist and then punching it out again?”
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