"This is the first ball!"
Zong Shen slowly retracted his posture and looked at the incredulous Yukura with a smile. His tone was gentle as if he had already known that Yukura would show such an expression.
"Very strong!"
No matter how hard Yukimura tried to believe it, he had to admit that Zong Shen's ball was terrifying.
Not only was the ball powerful, but more importantly, it violated the laws of physics. It did not bounce up even after being hit by a strong force.
"Next is the second ball!"
The Zong God slapped the tennis ball onto the ground and it flew up from his fingertips.
The moment the tennis ball fell, Zong Shen jumped and swung the racket with all his might. However, the racket tilted slightly as he swung it.
Bang!
The tennis ball broke through the air, and Yukimura quickly went online.
However, just as he arrived at the front field, Yukura's eyes narrowed.
This was because he realized that the tennis ball did not fall in a straight line like a smash. Instead, it turned into a lob and rushed toward the end line.
" Body deception?!"
Yukimura gritted his teeth. He knew that he had been deceived and could only quickly return to defend.
Unfortunately, his misjudgment had already caused irreparable losses.
Pa!
The tennis ball hit the ground and bounced out of bounds.
30--0！
Zong Shen obtained the second ball!
"Amazing!"
Everyone stared at this scene with their mouths agape. They never thought that Zong Shen would actually obtain the second point so quickly.
Moreover, the second point was scored with a simple body movement.
"Divine Lord Zong is still as powerful as ever!”
Inoue Mamoru sighed as he recalled the National League last year, where Zong Shen had also shocked everyone with a single feat.
"It's impossible for brother to lose!"
A hint of yearning flashed in Tezuka's eyes. The Zong God had always been his guide.
"Is this Brother Tezuka's strength?”
Sanada felt a huge impact on his soul. Tezuka was already impressive enough for him.
However, when Zong Shen appeared, he knew what true power was.
Two consecutive balls, Yukimura did not even touch the ball.
"Continue!"
Yukimura gripped the racket in his hand tightly, his expression solemn.
He could sense Zong Shen's strength from the two balls just now.
Therefore, he did not dare to underestimate him.
Swoosh!
Zong Shen didn't say anything. He slapped the tennis ball on the ground and then raised his body. His body jumped high and his arm pressed down.
The movements were like flowing water, and they were full of admiration. The eyes of the surrounding audience lit up when they saw this.
Bang!
The moment the racket came into contact with the tennis ball, there was a dull thud, and the ball instantly shot out.
"What a terrifying ball!"
The audience gasped. They could tell the strength of the ball just from the sound.
Whoosh!
The tennis ball shot out, drawing a streak of lightning in the air. It was as terrifying as a thunderbolt.
A look of horror appeared on Yukura's face. He was about to raise his racket to return the blow, but a loud sound came from the ground.
Swoosh!
The tennis ball bounced up fiercely, and without giving him any time to react, it bounced out of bounds.
Lightning serve!
Speed up to 190KM/H, one of Zong Shen's ultimate skills!
40--0！
There was only one ball left before the agreed game.
Yukimura's expression was a little dull. He turned his head stiffly and saw the tennis ball bouncing outside the boundary. He opened his mouth but could no longer say a word.
"So fast!"
This was the only thought left in the minds of the audience.
The speed of this ball was too fast, like a bolt of lightning.
Even the runner-up of the JR Grand Meeting, Yukimura, could not react in time.
"This is the difference between junior high school and primary school!”
"Even Yukimura can't cross this threshold!”
"That junior high school boy must be very strong, or else he wouldn't be able to crush contestant Yukimura!”
The surrounding audience discussed animatedly, but as the tennis ball bounced, the originally noisy voices instantly quieted down.
On the court, Zong Shen was playing tennis, preparing for the final shot.
"Last ball!"
Yukimura took a deep breath and held the racket tightly. His eyes were fixed on Zong Shen.
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