With such a fast smash, it was very difficult to counter it in the backhand position. Even after going on stage, it would only be a poor quality ball.
Yamamoto could continue to smash!
This was his way of killing!
Facing this ball, Su Mo didn't even need to take a big step, he just twisted and pulled the ball back to the table.
Yamamoto, who had been waiting for the ball to go up the stage, never thought that Su Mo would actually come back with a backhand smash!
In a panic, he flew to save the ball and pounced on the table.
However, after the ball landed on the table, it suddenly spun, passed the racket, and smashed into his face.
"Hey!" Su Mo clenched his fists and shouted!
This was the sound of an athlete venting after a good serve!
"Hiss…"
"This ball is too classic."
"Hahahaha, catch the ball with your face."
"Hey, do you think Yamamoto's face is counted as a connection?”
"I'm dying of laughter."
"Humiliation! This is…"
"Yamamoto is going crazy."
After the audience in the stands saw the ball, their expressions were extremely interesting.
Many people could not help but laugh.
In the history of table tennis, it was rare to play such an insulting ball.
However, Su Mo had beaten him out.
Many people looked at Yamamoto eagerly, wanting to see the expression on his face.
Yamamoto's face was red as he clenched his fists and looked at Su Mo with gritted teeth.
His mind was buzzing.
The stinging pain on his face kept reminding him that he had used his face to catch the ball.
Compared to the embarrassment, Yamamoto found it even more difficult to accept.
Su Mo's every move showed that he had seen through his serve!
He had seen through his logic.
He knew that I wanted to fight, so he deliberately gave me the chance to fight and then defeated me in the place I was most proud of.
At the thought of this, the awkwardness had long been thrown to the back of his mind. What replaced it was a fear that Yamamoto himself did not realize.
In front of Su Mo, he seemed to be completely naked, completely exposed!
"The Dragon Country is not a place where you can do whatever you want!”
"Understand?"
Su Mo warned and his eyes narrowed.
Yamamoto's expression turned extremely ugly.
After losing the game, everything would be false.
Next.
It was Su Mo's turn to serve.
Yamamoto had been completely defeated by Su Mo after that shot.
His body swayed, and he didn't even look like he was catching the ball.
In Su Mo's eyes, this guy wasn't even catching the ball, he was dodging it.
What the hell!
On the field, Su Mo hated people like this.
He did not look like he was playing basketball.
He might as well go home and raise pigs! What table tennis!
How dare he call himself a table tennis player!
Ping!
Su Mo, who was gradually getting into the zone, exploded!
With a powerful smash.
Su Mo's voice sounded in Yamamoto's ears.
"You're not good with your fists!"
"I can't do anything!"
"Loose footsteps!"
"Slow reaction!"
Chop, twist, pull, all sorts of scoring methods were used by Su Mo.
Accompanied by his angry voice.
The entire stadium was silent.
The current score was also 10:0!
The last ball!
Even if his body couldn't take it, Su Mo would use this move to end the match!
He used to rely on it for a living, and it was also the side spin that his opponents regarded as the greatest threat!
It was described as a side spin and a burst of white light flashing in front of him, ending the match!
Yamamoto could no longer describe the scene in front of him.
He widened his eyes and his entire body trembled, trying to capture the trajectory of the ball with all his might.
The trajectory of the ball was too predictable.
However…
This speed was too fast!
No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to catch up to the ball that was almost as fast as a ray of white light!
Yamamoto could only watch helplessly as the ping-pong ball flew past his eyes and into the distance.
Then, together with the ball, they fell to the ground at the same time and smashed heavily.
The racket in his hand also flew out.
Yamamoto panted heavily. He lay on the ground as if his soul had been severed. His eyes were unfocused.
Until he heard footsteps.
She raised her head and saw the devilish man looking down at her with his racket in hand.
He subconsciously took his racket from Su Mo.
The other party's words entered his ears.
"Actually, we were neighbors.”
"If you need it, I can give you a round.”
Su Mo smiled and raised his fist.
This was a competition etiquette.
After the game, the athletes from both sides needed to punch each other to show the sportsmanship of friendship and competition.
However, Yamamoto looked at Su Mo's outstretched fist and couldn't reach out for a long time.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, but his eyes were still in a daze.
Clearly, he had not recovered from his defeat.
Su Mo was no stranger to this.
Had he completely lost all hope?
He shook his head, withdrew his hand, and turned to leave.
He didn't feel anything.
The Dragon Country's tradition of giving up the ball was to avoid a situation like Yamamoto's, which would make the scene ugly. They couldn't even do their post-match etiquette.
"Yamamoto!"
As soon as Su Mo left, Yamamoto's teacher walked up and pulled him up from the ground.
"Teacher…"
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