(I wrote it on the spur of the moment this afternoon. I don't have a copy. I'll write four chapters first and update it tomorrow.)
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Duke Watanabe slapped the tennis ball on the ground. The sound of the ball bouncing slowly rang out, and the commotion on the sidelines gradually quieted down.
Swoosh!
Duke Watanabe bent his knees and jumped as the tennis ball flew through the air. His racquet arm followed suit.
The racket pressed down heavily, and the ball shriveled under the pressure of the racket. It turned into a golden stream of light and flew across the net.
When it swept past the midfield net, a clear wave of air spread in all directions.
Duke Watanabe's serve tore through the air, his strength and speed far surpassing his peers.
"This guy's serve!"
Moonlight Egochi, who was quite talented in serving, could not help but frown when he saw Duke Watanabe's serve.
Duke Watanabe's serve wasn't fast, but the impact of the ball was strong, judging from the sound of impact and the air waves.
"Your strength is not bad, but the angle is too stiff.”
"Watanabe, I hope you won't disappoint me.”
This was the first time Ling Bing had picked up a racket and stood on the court. She was not as unfamiliar as a newbie. Instead, every move was prepared for the return of the ball without any sloppiness.
Bang!
The tennis ball bounced off the ground and was intercepted by Lin Bing's racket before it could reach the highest point.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The ball kept hitting the racket. From the side, one could see that the surface of the racket had been hit by the tennis ball and had a groove, as if it would break at any time.
Bang!
Lin Bing reacted quickly. The racket tilted slightly downward, changing the path of the ball's impact, and the force poured out.
Bang!
The moment the impact disappeared, the racket waved and the tennis ball quickly disappeared.
"What a standard hitting posture. Brother really knows how to play tennis!”
Atobe's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at the arena in shock.
A streak of golden light swept past the net and smashed into the outer corner of the side court, flying out of bounds.
Watanabe, who had thought that Lin Bing would not be able to return the attack, was still holding his racket on his shoulder. He had not expected the counterattack to come so quickly.
Bang!
The ball bounced off the ground and hit the barbed wire.
GAME! Rin Hice Atobe scored 15- 0.
Ling Bing was the first to take the first point.
"Watanabe-san, if that's all you're capable of,"
"Then I might have to end the game easily. Play well and don't disappoint me.”
Ling Bing said coldly. She grabbed the racket and turned to walk to the baseline, once again assuming a defensive stance.
His calm expression made people wonder if the one who scored just now was Ling Bing. She was too calm.
"This guy!"
The cold words woke Duke Watanabe from his daze.
Looking at her calm face, he suddenly realized that Ling Bing was different from the previous contestants.
From the return of the ball to the control of the landing point, it all showed that this person was extraordinary.
"Did he just hit back that foreigner's powerball?”
"Yes, and the speed of the counterattack is very fast. The uncle from before had to fight back with both hands.”
"There should be some technique. Didn't the ball stop on the young man's face just now?”
When they came back to their senses, the surrounding audience burst into an uproar. Everyone was surprised by Ling Bing's score.
They all knew how strong Duke Watanabe was. In the previous matches, several adults had to use both hands to fight back.
On the other hand, not only did Frost Ice manage to counterattack with one hand, but her quality, angle, landing point, and speed were also impeccable.
"Very good ball control ability. It seems that the information is wrong.”
Sakaki Taro looked at Rin Ice in surprise. As a professional coach, he knew what had happened in that instant.
The tilting of the racket blocked most of the force, and Ling Bing's control of the ball's return force was very clever, just at the moment when the impact of the tennis ball disappeared.
Therefore, the return of the ball was very fast and the landing point was tricky.
"Hmph, I was careless just now. However, it's impossible for you to score again.”
Duke Watanabe snorted coldly. The slight look on his face was replaced by a serious expression.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The tennis ball bounced on the ground with the swing of the arm. The discussion slowly disappeared, and the audience held their breath and looked at the court.
Everyone wanted to see if Ling Bing had the ability to defeat the foreigner.
Swoosh!
The tennis ball emerged from his fingertips and rolled in the air. A cold glint flashed in Duke Watanabe's eyes as he bent his knees and jumped.
The moment the tennis ball fell, the arm holding the racket waved brazenly, forming the same vertical line as the tennis ball.
Boom!
The racket crushed the tennis ball, and a powerful force was injected into the ball with a dull impact.
A golden ray of light appeared on the court. The tennis ball cut through everyone's vision and smashed heavily onto the ground.
The audience's pupils constricted. Duke Watanabe's serve was far stronger than his previous serve.
The moment the ball hit the ground, the people closer to the court could feel the obvious vibration from the ground.
The ball became an irregular oval under the crushing force. The stronger the impact, the more terrifying the rebound.
The tennis ball bounced back like a bullet, tearing through the air and flying towards Ling Bing's face.
"Too strong."
"This guy didn't use his true strength just now? What a joke. Was this a serve that a junior high school student could play?”
"It's over, it's over. This muscular youth actually has even stronger strength. He won't be sent flying, right?”
The audience looked at Ling Bing worriedly. They had thought that she could help them vent their anger, but now it seemed like it was a fantasy.
They had never seen such an exaggerated serve from a junior high school student.
Swoosh!
However, before he could finish his sentence, Ice's voice appeared at the point where the ball landed. He held the racket with both hands and waited for the ball to arrive.
The speed was so fast that almost no one could see how it moved. It was as if it had suddenly appeared from the bottom line to the midfield line.
"So fast, brother! You can't intercept this ball."
Although he was surprised by his brother's speed, Atobe quickly realized how he was going to fight back.
The impact of the rebound of the powerball was stronger than when it had just been served.
At this time, using a half strike was undoubtedly the worst method.
"Half-strike, huh? You're courting death."
Duke Watanabe revealed a mocking smile.
A return powerball should stretch the return line so that the ball loses most of its force in midair.
This was common sense!
He knew very well how much strength his ball had. Ling Bing's current actions were more like courting death.
His eyes were fixed on Ling Bing. He wanted to witness how she would be sent flying by him.
"You seem to be looking forward to me being kicked out."
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