If you send me to the Forehand position, I'll hit you.
If you hit me in the backhand position, I'll send you away with a twist and pull.
In the end, Su Mo 12:10 to win the third round!
"Hiss…Why does it feel like a martial arts expert is fighting a rookie?”
"Yamamoto is in the hands of this skinny kid.”
"F * ck, is our country so full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons? It's just an amateur competition. I thought Yamamoto was going to beat everyone to win the championship, but now there's a dark horse?”
"This guy doesn't look like a newbie when he plays. He has so many tricks up his sleeve. See? He's picking and pulling. I just don't play with you in the most comfortable way.”
"Cover your face and I'll believe you even if you say that this is an old Ping-Pong wily person.”
The audience discussed animatedly and were shocked.
Although Yamamoto was only sixteen years old, he was very famous.
His skills were not bad, and the Japanese national team had also deliberately nurtured him. He had once reached the fourth place in the youth league.
Many experts, even the fat father of the Dragon Country, Liu Guoliang, who didn't know how to play basketball, said that this person had a promising future.
In the end, he was turned around by an unknown young man from the Dragon Country.
The stadium became lively.
Among them, there was a fat man who was sitting cross-legged and looking down with a dumbfounded expression. He muttered,
"When did this brat become so fierce?”
"Good boy, you're playing like those old fritters on the national team.”
"But kid, do you have enough stamina? This is only the third round. You still have to win two rounds to win.”
With a shocked look in his eyes, the fatty straightened his body and watched the match seriously.
On both sides of the table.
It could be said that it perfectly displayed the different joys and sorrows of people.
Although Su Mo was panting, his eyes were bright and his lips were smiling. His entire temperament was extremely sharp.
Yamamoto was no longer as proud as before. His eyes were blank as he looked at the racket, doubting his skills.
It was too fast. He had lost seven balls in a flash.
He couldn't take it.
He couldn't fight back.
How could this be…
Yamamoto gritted his teeth. Veins had already appeared on his hand that was holding the racket.
The teacher behind him had turned pale.
They were semi-professional players, and with so many balls being chased, they could not win.
His face was almost swollen from the slap.
Looking at Yamamoto's expression, Su Mo understood that this was a sign that his mentality was about to collapse.
If the other party was really motivated and fought fiercely with him, his physical strength would not be able to support such a long battle.
However, if his mentality collapsed, then it would be a different story.
"Do you need me to give you the ball, contestant Yamamoto?”
Su Mo took the ping pong and said with a smile.
The mockery in his words made Yamamoto's face turn ashen, and he gritted his teeth.
This damned Dragon Country man!
I must beat him up today!
Ignoring Yamamoto's fierce gaze, Su Mo threw the ball high up.
The fourth round of the competition had officially begun!
The audience finally witnessed an inhumane massacre!
In the third round, Shan Mu could still take Su Mo's moves and even think about how to deal with them.，
In that case, he had already been defeated in this match.
The score was 6:0!
After that! 9:0! 11：0!
After Su Mo easily won the fourth round, Yamamoto clenched his teeth, sweating profusely and his eyes glazed over.
He was completely stunned!
"How is this possible…"
"This overwhelming momentum, fierce serve and attack.”
"He saw through all my tricks!”
Yamamoto muttered to himself in disbelief.
Even the teacher's roar could not be heard clearly.
In his eyes, there was only the square table and the blurry figure of the man opposite him.
In his mind, the training he had received in Japan since he was young flashed.
The sweaty matches, the teacher's criticism, and the expectations of his family.
And to defeat the Dragon Country and achieve the ultimate goal of dominating the entire world!
"No!"
"I definitely won't lose in such a place!”
"Losing to an amateur like you!"
Yamamoto clenched his fists and roared.
Su Mo replied indifferently.
No one on the field had any objections to Yamamoto's roar.
On the field, it was common for players to shout and roar to raise morale and focus!
A whistle sounded.
Yamamoto serves!
Ping!
A spinning short platform shot out!
This was his strongest serve technique. Although it was not lethal enough, it could force his opponent to play a short game with him. Then, Yamamoto would pull back and fight with his opponent!
Fighting was also Yamamoto's proudest skill!
Su Mo saw through Yamamoto's thoughts at a glance.
Su Mo was expressionless as he directly hit the ball back to Yamamoto's forehand position!
"Idiot!"
Yamamoto was overjoyed. He took two steps back, turned his body, and struck a beautiful smash!
And it landed on Su Mo's backhand!
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