Chapter 752 Another Tree Broken

Branson was still worried about Xiao Peng when he saw Xiao Peng turn sideways again and hit the ball back to Rose with his forehand grip. The ball was so fast and low that Rose had no reaction at all and it passed by him.

Before Ross could recover from the shock, Xiao Peng looked dissatisfied: "Damn it, the angle of the return topspin ball is different from the angle of the return flat ball. This ball is out of bounds."

The return tennis ball landed near Rose's feet, and it was out of bounds.

But Branson and Ross were both shocked by Xiao Peng's return!

Karlovic's serve speed is 251 kilometers per hour!

When serving, a player can focus all their energy on the ball, creating such high speed. But Xiao Peng didn't serve, but instead returned it with a forehand. But Branson and Ross were both experts! Branson was a longtime tennis enthusiast, otherwise he wouldn't have built a tennis court on his island, and Ross was a former professional player. Both of them could tell at a glance that the ball was definitely traveling over 250 kilometers per hour! No! It could be over 300 kilometers per hour! Because Ross didn't react at all!

How could such a hasty return be able to produce such speed? What kind of power does Xiao Peng have?

Branson suddenly remembered what the butler told him: Xiao Peng said that he broke a tree with a tennis ball. He now began to doubt whether it was true!

However, Xiao Peng looked dissatisfied: "Rose! Keep serving! That ball went out of bounds! I need to learn how to get the ball back in bounds. I need to find the angle to return the ball! Just like that ball! Your serve is much better than that ball machine!"

Ross was a little confused: "Oh. Oh."

After he responded twice, he suddenly came to his senses. Why did he agree to Xiao Peng's request?

"Damn it!" Ross cursed inwardly, feeling insulted. He was a former professional tennis player! After all, he was one of the top 100 male tennis players in the world. That was only possible because of the hard training he'd received since childhood.

And now, a novice who had practiced with a serving machine for a few days could return his own ball so easily? And he even compared himself to a serving machine? He almost wanted to punch Xiao Peng!

His expression turned serious, and he took out another tennis ball from his pocket and bounced it on the ground. This time he threw the ball high up, and then used all his strength to hit a high-speed ball!

Although his serve wasn't as ferocious as Roddick's, and he was now retired, his ball speed was still around 220 or even 230 kilometers per hour, a speed that amateur tennis players couldn't handle. Furthermore, the ball landed not just where it had landed, but to the inside of the court! This prevented Xiao Peng from hitting his forehand return.

Xiao Peng's reaction was even more astonishing. The moment Rose hit the ball, he suddenly began to move, arriving precisely near the ball's impact point. He then lashed the ball with his backhand grip. With a thud, the ball landed just inside the court! Rose was completely stunned; he again failed to react! This backhand drive was even faster than his previous forehand!

Even Branson on the side was stunned. Is this a human's return?

Xiao Peng still looked dissatisfied: "No, I didn't get back to the position I wanted this time! Ross, one more! Serve like this! Returning a ball like this is the best way to serve! That ball serving machine won't work at all!"

Rose was completely stunned this time. He swore to God that he hadn't let up on his serve! He was already surprised that Xiao Peng had caught it, but the fact that Xiao Peng could return it in this way was even more terrifying: he had played professional tennis for so many years and had played against top-ten players in the world, but no one had ever returned the ball in this way and at this speed!

Is this an amateur who has only played tennis for a few days?

Xiao Peng's expression became excited: "Rose! Keep serving, keep serving! Let me practice a little more, I think I've found the trick. Rose, if I return the ball, you have to hit it back too. Isn't tennis a two-way game? You can't just serve the ball to me and then not receive my ball!"

Rose wanted to curse after hearing this, "I want to return your ball, too! But your ball is always fast and deep, pressing the baseline. How can I return it?"

At this time, the applause of "pa pa pa pa" eased Ross's embarrassment. It was Branson who was applauding.

"Xiao, you've truly impressed me," Branson said. "Believe me, as a tennis enthusiast with over sixty years of experience, even if my skills aren't top-notch, I do have some good judgment. If you can keep up that return, you'll win every Grand Slam title. I can't think of many people on this planet who could handle that return."

"Huh?" Xiao Peng was bewildered. "No way? A Grand Slam title is so easy to win? I don't think I have what it takes to win a Grand Slam yet, do I?"

Branson and Ross were both visibly upset after hearing this. Finally, Branson said, "Xiao, modesty is a virtue, but excessive modesty is annoying. I couldn't even follow your return just now!"

Xiao Peng waved his hands and said, "I'm really not being modest. After all, I can't even serve right now! I've only tried returning the ball, not serving!"

Ross was confused after hearing this: "Are you really a beginner?"

"Really." Xiao Peng nodded and said, "Your serving posture just now was very cool. You just tossed the ball high up and hit it, right? I want to try it too! Is it like this, tossing the ball with your left hand?"

Ross nodded subconsciously.

Xiao Peng tossed the ball high with his left hand, then swung his racket at the tennis ball with all his might. Branson and Ross stared wide-eyed to see what kind of serve he would make, but the result was...

The racket missed!

Xiao Peng looked a little embarrassed: "This is much harder than it looks! I'll try again."

Ross could tell from Xiao Peng's serving posture just now that Xiao Peng really couldn't serve and was a complete amateur! He swung his racket before the ball even reached its highest point!

He was even a little jealous now. Looking at the level of others after just a few days of practice and then looking at himself after so many years of practice, why was the gap so huge? Could it be that all his years of hard work really couldn't compare to this thing called "talent"?

"Mr. Xiao, don't be too anxious when you swing the racket when serving. Wait until the ball falls before swinging the racket. This way it will be easier to hit!" said Ross.

After hearing this, Xiao Peng said, "Rose, thank you so much! Please take a look at my serve and help me correct it!"

He threw the ball high up, and just as Rose had said, he waited for the ball to fall and swung his racket hard to hit it. This time he actually hit the ball, but...

With a loud bang, a palm tree broke.

Oh, it hit the tree again!