Chapter 8
Swoosh!
The sound of the racket breaking through the air reverberated. Watanabe fell into a momentary daze.
The racket missed!
The tennis ball shot out and hit the barbed wire with an ear-piercing sound.
The ball slowly rolled to the ground.
"I still haven't been able to intercept it."
Watanabe's face was pale, and his arm that was holding the racket hung limply. The blow to him in just two games was greater than the blow he had encountered since he was young.
Four consecutive Tang Huaiser serves, with no intention of finishing the ball at all.
GAME! Rin Hice Atobe scored 2- 0.
Lin Bing easily took her serve.
"That foreigner couldn't return the serve at all.”
"Doesn't that mean that he won't lose points in that youngster's serve game?”
"Correct! With his current score, as long as he could win his serve game, the young man would win the match.”
The audience looked at Ling Bing excitedly. The arrogant foreigner had finally been punished, and the person who punished him was a young man of the same age as him.
Duke Watanabe clenched his fists tightly. He was at a disadvantage, so he had no right to refute these people's words.
"Big brother!"
Cole Watanabe looked at the arena worriedly. She had never seen her brother at such a disadvantage in her life.
"Moonlight, this person will be Frost Monarch's leader.”
Sakaki Taro said calmly.
"Leader, huh?"
Yue Zhiyue's pupils constricted and his mouth opened, but he didn't know what to say.
He knew that he might not be able to defeat Ling Bing with his strength.
"It's time to change the scene. Why are you still standing here?"
Lin Bing walked up to Watanabe and said coldly.
"You…"
The cold words snapped Watanabe back to his senses. He turned his head and was about to say something when he saw the pair of eyes that contained a thousand-year-old ice. It was as if they wanted to freeze him.
"I'm actually afraid."
Watanabe's heart trembled and he subconsciously clenched his fists.
Unable to say anything, Watanabe turned around and walked to the opposite side.
"Whoosh!"
Taking two breaths, Watanabe readjusted his state of mind. The match was not over yet, and he still had a chance.
In the third game, Duke Watanabe served.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Watanabe slapped the tennis ball on the ground and deliberately delayed the serve to give himself more time to adjust his mentality.
The bouncing sounds were orderly, and the anxiety in his heart gradually calmed down because of this orderly sound.
Bang!
He swung his hand to serve the ball.
It was still a powerball. The moment the ball was released, it exploded with air currents and dust clouds swept up.
The ball dragged out a stream of light and smashed into the outer corner.
"Your strength is only so much.”
"You'll have to stay put for the rest of the competition!”
" Let's go!" Ling Bing said slowly. His eyes trembled slightly, and the surrounding temperature quickly dropped.
A thin layer of ice extended from the ground to Watanabe's feet, and a bone-chilling cold covered his entire body.
"This is…"
Watanabe's face paled. A familiar feeling surged into his heart, and dozens of icicles fell from the sky.
Pulled!
The sound of shattering rang out!
Before he could see how Ling Bing retaliated, the golden pillar of light pierced through an icicle in front of him, and his entire body stiffened, unable to move.
The tennis ball landed and flew out of bounds.
Bang!
GAEM! Ice scored 15- 0.
...
"What happened?"
"Strange, although his counterattack is very fast, it shouldn't be to the extent that he can't counterattack, right? Look at his dazed appearance.”
"The situation is very similar to the first game. It's definitely not as simple as we thought. There must be something we don't know.”
The first time was an accident, but the second time was worth pondering.
Although Duke Watanabe was being suppressed by Ling Bing, his strength in the previous match was obvious to all.
It was impossible for Watanabe to make such a serious mistake. The ball was right in front of him and he did not return it.
"Another blind spot?"
Yue Zhi Yue Guang clenched his fists, his heart filled with shock.
With his outstanding dynamic vision, Watanabe did not notice the movement of the ball at all when he saw Atobe return the tennis ball. His eyes were still focused on Rin Ice.
This return completely blocked Watanabe's perception and vision. He did not realize that the ball had returned.
"World of Ice, such a skill was actually developed by a junior high school student."
"No, school hasn't started yet. Strictly speaking, Atobe Rin Hice is still a primary school student!”
The more he thought about it, the more shocked Sakakataro became.
Bang!
GAME! Ice scored 30- 0.
In the same situation as the previous ball, Duke Watanabe stood in a daze after serving the ball. He did not even realize that the tennis ball flew past his feet.
It was clearly a hot day, but the surroundings were cold and gloomy.
"Who are you? Why do you have such strength?”
The proud Watanabe felt deeply defeated.
This time, he had lost. He had completely lost.
The power that Ling Bing had displayed was far above his own, and that bone-chilling feeling had left a shadow in his heart.
Watanabe couldn't resist at all.
Ice World!
Bang!
The tennis ball hit Watanabe in front of him. He could only watch as it bypassed him and flew out of bounds.
The icicles around him were like the base point of his ice seal. Every time an icicle broke, he would be frozen for a longer time, unable to find a way to break it.
Bang!
GAME! Rin Hice Atobe scored 3- 0.
.....
Bang!
GAME! Rin Hice Atobe scored 4- 0.
.....
Bang!
GAME! Rin Hice Atobe scored 5- 0.
In less than ten minutes, the match came to an end.
As the competition time went by, the duration of each freeze increased.
The power of the Ice World did not weaken. Instead, it continued to grow stronger.
"Damn it!"
Feeling the chill recede, Watanabe tightened his grip on the racket in his hand.
He did not even manage to score a single goal in five games.
"Is this your strength? Atobe Rin Hice, who are you?”
Watanabe raised his head in a daze, looking at Ling Bing's indifferent eyes and falling into despair.
"It's the last round. Feel your failure. Watanabe!"
Ling Bing threw the tennis ball into the air, a sharp light flashing in her eyes.
Bang!
Tang Huaise serves!
GAME! Rin Hice Atobe scored 15- 0.
"Isn't this Tang Huaiser's serve faster?”
"It must be. I didn't even see how it crossed the net. It must be a monster!”
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