"Yeah, my touch today is pretty good!"

"Really? That's great."

On the opposite field, Kaidou Kaoru was like a cobra ready to strike.

His face was full of murderous intent, his knees were slightly bent, and his upper body was shaking rhythmically, ready to catch the ball and return the ball at any time.

Facing Senior Qian's attitude of "the opponent's serve speed is too fast, there's nothing we can do about losing this game", he said with a firm look: "Hiss~ No, what do you mean by 'there's nothing we can do'? What are you talking about, Senior? I don't want to admit defeat, I want them to... shut up first!!"

Inui Sadaharu served the ball at a high speed and flew towards Hyotei's front court, Meido's defensive area.

Meido Ryo ran to the landing point easily and quickly counterattacked without any hesitation.

Meido Ryo thought: I've been training with Keimitsu and Chotaro for a whole week, with their serve speeds approaching 200 mph. This level is nothing!

However, soon, unexpected ball paths appeared for the other two players.

I saw Qingxue, the ferocious guy with a green turban, kneeling on one knee with his right leg and open his hands. He caught the return ball from Meido in a strange posture. The ball actually flew out of the court, circled around the net post at an incredible angle, turned back to his own side's court, and bounced quickly.

Neither Minghu nor Feng could react.

Really,

The two had never seen such a strange angle and speed before. Before this, they had never even thought that a tennis ball would come around from the side?

The Hyotei stands were also quiet, and then people began to talk.

Atobe Keigo thought to himself: A second-year student can hit such a wonderful ball around the pole, his ability should not be underestimated.

Atobe Kagemitsu also thought so. He looked seriously at the person serving the ball. The person's physical fitness kept turning into data and entering his mind.

Um......

His muscles are firm and you can tell from regular exercise. His calf and arm muscles are tight and well-proportioned. His stamina appears to be A, his endurance A, his technique B+, but the rest needs to be observed.

However, this data...

The underworld is not much different.

The two people from Qingxue seemed to exchange something, and then the man with glasses walked to the rest bench on the sidelines, took off the wrist guard on his hand and threw it on the seat.

The black wristband fell to the ground at an almost straight angle, making a "bang" sound when it landed, accompanied by splashing dust.

There are weights added inside!

Many people have judged it.

When Qian returned to the baseline and served again, his "high-speed" serve had evolved into an "ultra-high-speed" serve. The serve was so fast that even Meido Ryo and Feng couldn't react immediately!

"30-15!"

"40-15!"

"Although the opponent's heavy serve is powerful, Senior Qian's high-speed serve is also very powerful!"

"This match is simply a serving duel, right?"

"Yes, yes, neither side is willing to give in..."

On the Ice Emperor team's bench,

Oshitari Yuushi asked, "Super high speed serve? How fast is it?"

Taki Oginosuke behind him took the initiative to say: "According to the measurement, the speed is 192 kilometers per hour."

Yuushi Oshizuka was a little surprised: "Then it's not much different from Feng who has the fastest serve in the competition..."

Next to him, the guy watching the game, Mukai Taketo, crossed his hands and supported his chin, complaining unwillingly, "Damn Seigaku!!"