Chapter 11
Atobe Keigo tightened his grip on his racket. It was indeed his mistake just now.
His experience in the competition had led him to make the wrong decision.
However, Lin Bing's words reminded him that tennis was a scoring game, not a smash game.
"I'm sorry, brother. I was anxious just now, but I'm not easy to bully.”
The last sentence was recited in Atobe's mind.
He knew very well that his advantage was not the speed ball, but his insight.
All humans had weaknesses, and he firmly believed that he would be able to find Ling Bing's weakness.
Swoosh!
The tennis ball was thrown high, and Atobe swung his hand to serve!
The ball's landing point, speed, and angle did not change much from the previous ball. Ice swung her hand to pull the ball back and quickly rushed to the front of the net.
"Go online? Was he trying to control the advantage point again, brother? You underestimate me!"
Atobe looked at Rin Hice speechlessly, then he rushed toward the net and threw a short ball.
"I won't underestimate anyone, including you."
Ling Bing said calmly. Facing the incoming tennis ball, she blocked it with her racket in front of her chest.
When the tennis ball hit the surface of the racket, it lifted the tennis ball into the air.
He wanted to see how strong Atobe was and if he had developed the Rounddance of Destruction.
"Good opportunity, then I won't stand on ceremony!”
Atobe raised his head in excitement. He bent his knees and jumped, his body taut like a bow.
"This is my newly developed ball technique,'Rounddance Toward Destruction'. Feel its power!”
Swoosh!
When the tennis ball flew to the same level as his body, Atobe poured all his strength into the racket.
The racket-holding arm pressed down with all its might and hit the tennis ball fiercely.
Bang!
A dull sound of collision rang out.
The tennis ball became oval after a few powerful strokes. It pierced through the air like an arrow leaving a string and shot straight down.
"Go and get the first point for me! The Rounddance of Destruction!"
The passionate words echoed throughout the arena along with the sound of the beating.
The tennis ball pulled the golden tail and pierced down, aiming straight at the ice racket.
Bang!
A heavy force poured into the face of the racket, and his arm felt numb, but it was enough to surprise Ling Bing.
"Good heavens, the power of the current round dance has such a strong impact. Unfortunately, it's not enough."
There were many ways to resolve a smash, and the most convenient and effective one was to slice the ball.
Most of the force was transferred through the friction of the racket.
With the racket face tilted downward, the impact of the ball quickly weakened, and soon it became an ordinary flat ball.
It was also at this moment that the arm holding the racket exerted strength again, and the tennis ball disappeared into the half court.
When he reappeared, he was already rolling behind Atobe.
Bang!
GAME! Ice scored 30- 0.
The Dance of the Shattered Wheel was disintegrated by the ice before it could make a second smash.
"It was indeed a good smash. He wanted to smash my racket to the ground and score a second smash.”
"That's a good idea, but have you ever thought about how you would save the ball if I hit back on the first smash?”
Ling said coldly.
The power of the Rounddance was self-evident, but it also had a fatal weakness.
It required the user to jump very high and find a position to hit through the excellent vision of the high altitude.
Once the opponent's racket left, the ball would fly back in the form of a lob, giving Atobe ample time to prepare for the second smash.
However, the smash was countered, and the ball flew back quickly. Atobe couldn't land in time and could only lose points.
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"The weakness of the Rounddance?"
Atobe's expression turned ugly.
The smash skill that he had just developed was broken by Ling Bing in just one move, and his weakness was seen through.
At the thought of this, he couldn't help but clench his grip on the racket.
"Like I said, it's a very good smash. Ordinary people can't hold the racket at all.”
Ling Bing looked at Atobe and said indifferently.
His Physical Strength was Level 4, which was one level higher than Duke Watanabe. How could Atobe's strength be able to shake him?
However, if a random person of the same age were to face the round dance, Atobe's smash would have a significant effect.
"Humph!"
Atobe snorted coldly.
He knew that his brother was telling the truth, but it was a newly developed ball skill after all. It was cracked before it could unleash its power.
No one felt good about it.
Swoosh!
Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Atobe threw the ball into the air.
He bent his knees and jumped. The moment the tennis ball fell, the racket swung down quickly.
Bang!
The crisp sound of a hit echoed as the tennis ball flew across the net in a straight line and hit the outer corner.
His speed was very fast, his angle was tricky, and his foundation was very solid.
Atobe, who had just served the ball, did not stay idle. Instead, he took a step forward and rushed toward the tennis ball.
This time, he had to grasp the position with the best view first.
Bang!
On the other side, Ling Bing took a step to the left and swung the ball back.
At this moment, Atobe was already standing in front of the net. He waved his racket without hesitation and took the initiative to attack.
The racket was swung at the tennis ball that had just crossed the net.
"Your courage is commendable."
Ling Bing muttered.
Just as the tennis ball hit the racket, Atobe's heart trembled.
The strength of the ball was beyond imagination. The first time the racket intercepted the tennis ball, his body could not help but retreat.
The tennis ball exploded with a strong impact.
"Serves and volleys are indeed a good method, but when faced with the suppression of the powerball, you have no buffer space at all.”
Ling Bing said coldly.
"Ah!"
Atobe roared at the sky, trying to push the ball back.
He had never thought that Ice's serve would be so powerful.
The power of the ball was very exaggerated, and the impact was even more terrifying than an ordinary powerball.
At the very least, it was the one with the most exaggerated impact force among all the powerballs he had faced.
Level-4 Physical Strength was similar to an adult.
"Go back!"
Atobe placed his other hand on the racket and exerted strength with both hands.
Bang!
In the end, the tennis ball flew back with a dull crash.
However, Ling Bing had already appeared in front of the net and sent the ball into the backfield.
Atobe, who was temporarily exhausted, could not chase the ball at all. He could only watch the tennis ball roll out of bounds.
Bang!
GAME! Ice scored 40- 0.
Break point!
"I'm so disappointed, Atobe. This is your strength after coming back from England.”
Ling Bing said indifferently, her icy blue eyes slowly turning.
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