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The next moment.

Bang!

Plop!

"Ah!!!"

The blue-haired Lee Hyuk-jae, who was so high and mighty not long ago, hugged his good hand and wailed.

Cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

His eyes were gradually filled with bloodshot capillaries under the stimulation of pain.

His body was shaking involuntarily.

And the reason for all this was.

The ball hit his wrist firmly.

"How... is this possible?!"

"How could that guy perform my skill 'Ghost Kill'?"

Looking at his teammates who were screaming like dead dogs, the purple-haired Park Jun-ha was dumbfounded.

He never believed that the black-skinned bald guy on the opposite side would have the talent and ability to perfectly replicate it with just one look.

If that were the case, he didn't think the other party would be willing to play doubles.

On the side of the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School representative team.

"No way?!"

"When did Senior Kuwahara become so powerful?"

Kirihara Akaya asked with his eyes wide open, somewhat incredulous.

If it was Kitagawa, he could accept it without thinking.

But the opponent is the iron wall defender of Rikkai University High School.

He is a counter-attack player.

It is really hard to understand that this ability appears in the opponent.

"Perfect bounce?"

"The bounce in the game? Or the rebound ball?"

At this time, Niou Masaharu raised his eyebrows slightly, trying to grasp the key point.

"Is it the bounce I understand?"

"Yes, it is a bounce that can block the enemy's attack and bounce all the damage back."

And this also triggered the receiving antenna of Kirihara Akaya, who loves to play fighting games.

The two of them talked to each other.

"Kirihara has found his own way..."

Yanagi Renji wrote it down in his notebook and praised softly.

"However, I'm afraid that Kuwahara can't do a perfect bounce at his current level."

"Moreover, this defense-to-offense move should also put a lot of pressure on the arm."

"There is a gap between game mechanics and reality after all."

Sanada Genichirō subconsciously glanced at Kitagawa and analyzed it.

No doubt.

Jackal Kuwahara was able to develop in this direction, and Kitagawa must have helped him.

"It's indeed not perfect enough."

"You know, receiving the ball is essentially about dealing with the speed, power, and rotation of the tennis ball."

"And the bounce requires grasping an excellent timing point."

"Then give excessive force and swing it out in a very short time."

"It's very brainless, and it also tests willpower and physical strength."

Nodding, Kitagawa slowly spoke.

Of course, there is another point, that is, the bounce depends on the opponent.

If the opponent uses a ball that exceeds his tolerance limit, the result is that the racket is pierced.

If the opponent only hits the ball with skills, it is useless.

However, it is still quite useful to deal with violent tennis players who are almost as strong as you.

Compared to Rikkai University.

The crowd watching was relieved instantly.

"It's really their own fault! I wanted to attack the opponent from the beginning, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

"It's much smoother! The rainbow head is fine, but the ghost howling is annoying."

"It's what he deserves! He's so insidious at the age of 15. He will definitely be a super male pest in the future."

"......"

Bursts of grumbling words kept reaching the ears of those people in Yokohama Suilan Junior High School.

After listening to the translation, the people on and off the court were directly furious.

They are indeed the bottom players in the Nibelungen Tennis Club, and they have even reached the point where they can be kicked out at any time.

But even so, they are players of a super large tennis club that is one of the top three in the world.

At this moment, being humiliated like this, they are almost furious.

"Park Jun-ha."

"Don't worry about that rubbish, just kill the kid on the other side!"

"If you can't do it well, you will bear the consequences!"

The next moment.

The red-haired and black-skinned Galka shouted directly at Park Jun-ha on the court.

As soon as the words fell.

The purple-haired Park Jun-ha on the court suddenly looked up at Marui Bunta and the jackal Sangyuan on the other side.

The sinister look was no longer concealed at all.

"Bah!"

"Stop howling for me."

"Take the racket and roll aside!"

Then he spat at the blue-haired Lee Hyuk-jae who was rolling on the ground and cursed.

"Oh, oh~"

"You are so embarrassed~"

Pop!

As the sound of bubbles bursting rang out, Marui Bunta chuckled and threw the tennis ball into the air.

"Then..."

"Next, please enjoy the performance of the idol king!"

As soon as the opening remarks fell.

Marui Bunta served directly.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye.

The tennis ball went directly to the blue-haired Lee Hyuk-jae who was hanging one arm and holding the racket.

"Asshole! Catch the ball!"

Already furious, after seeing Lee Hyuk-jae trying to dodge the ball.

Park Joon-ha gnashed his teeth and yelled.

It was just the pain in his wrist, coupled with the awkwardness of using his hands, even though the blue-haired Lee Hyuk-jae was not far from the national level, he did not hit the ball back over the net.

Instead, he hit the ball into Park Joon-ha's face.

"Error ball!"

"Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School scored."

"30-0! "

The referee on the platform blew the whistle to announce the result.

At the same time.

The whole audience fell silent.

Then.

The whole audience burst into laughter.

As for the two people, they were all stunned.

Then one of them was completely furious, and all kinds of trash talk were crazy to his teammates.

Boo~!

"Take advantage of his weakness~"

With a slightly playful smile, Marui Bunta blew a bubble by himself, and then took out a new tennis ball and prepared again.

"Yeah."

The jackal Kuwabara responded solemnly.

But just when Marui Bunta was about to serve.

"Enough!"

"I've had enough of your bullying!"

"Go to hell! "

Huh!

Bang!

Lee Hyuk-jae, who had been bombarded with trash talk, threw the racket in his hand towards the purple-haired Park Jun-ha's head like a madman.

Instantly, a streak of bright red fell to the ground.

Bang~

The blood-stained half of the racket fell to the ground.

Park Jun-ha looked at Lee Hyuk-jae, the lackey who used to be respectful to him, with an unbelievable look on his face.

He never thought that the other party would do such a thing.

Then he fell directly to the ground.

The eyes were filled with unwillingness and anger alternately.

Not long after.

A small pool of blood formed on the ground.