He hoped he could become that unique individual!
"Achoo..."
Ren-ou, who had successfully brought the score to 3-1, suddenly sneezed, which surprised him greatly.
What's going on? Why am I sneezing today?
The wind in the stadium was blown by him, not blown on him.
So~
"Who's been talking about me behind my back again? Ugh, it's so pointless. All they ever do is gossip!"
After muttering to himself, Niou looked up and saw the extremely anxious looks on the faces of the two people opposite him. Well, actually, their overall expressions weren't too bad, but he figured that since they were social, they were probably anxious.
After all~
They haven't even sold their weapons yet, and he's already pulled ahead 3-1. If Kijuro joins the fray, the score will become even more lopsided. In the next round, if neither of them uses their ultimate moves, he'll be the ultimate winner.
That's probably why you're so anxious inside, and it's involuntarily showing on your face.
"Are you two ready? If you are, I'm about to serve!"
It was Niou's serve again. Niou's serve looked ordinary, but its power had been witnessed by the two opponents and the spectators around the court throughout the match. This guy's serving style was like a hidden needle, each move deadly. It looked harmless, but it was actually very ruthless!
"careful--"
Jonah nodded quickly, his eyes fixed on the tennis ball. He rushed to intercept it the moment it fell, while Edgar followed behind him to prevent any further mishaps.
Their fears were entirely correct. The tennis ball began to bounce back in another direction the very next second after hitting the ground. If Edgar hadn't arrived in time, the ball would likely have hit the ground anyway.
Once the ball lands, they will lose it, which will be the first low score!
Everything is heading towards the worst possible outcome, the worst possible ending.
"Bang!"
But the moment the tennis ball was hit, both of them breathed a sigh of relief. In a sense, they had finally solved this guy's serve. Every serve after that had a corresponding direction and method. It was really great.
When people are happy, they can't help but want to relax, and once they relax, they fall into a new trap. In their happiness, they didn't see the mysterious expression on Niou's face.
Puri~
It was familiar to him, but completely foreign to the two people opposite him, and it just popped out like that.
"Oh dear, you're getting too excited—" A golden glint flashed in Renwang's eyes. To be honest, he really didn't want to say this, but these two guys were just too carefree.
How can you be so careless? The two of them huddled together and received the first ball. So what if they did? The tennis match has only just begun, it's not going to end right now. Shouldn't the next reaction after receiving the ball be to quickly create distance and continue defending?
We should prevent him from hitting the ball back.
So what are these two suddenly so happy about? They're celebrating a little too soon, sigh!
"Bang!" Another cold, merciless sound of air being torn apart rang out. Although the two of them quickly returned the attack, they missed the optimal moment. The tennis ball inexplicably began to fall prematurely, and then that was the end of it.
Bang!
15-0.
The score was taken so easily.
This is the beginning of the game. In the short time it took to retaliate, the first point was taken.
Such situations have occurred before, but these situations all indicate that at the beginning, neither side had a clear comparison or understanding of the other's strength.
So what's going on now? They know each other very well, not to mention how long the previous matches lasted, just look at the present—
This is already the fifth game of the second major game!
So~
"Why have the tennis statistics changed again? They're different from before!"
Jonar scratched his head in frustration. As the one on the team who needed to make calculations, he noticed that Niou's swing posture had changed slightly at the moment of impact.
These slight changes caused a huge difference in the power and direction of his serve, including the final landing, which also resulted in the same outcome.
But... I understand the principle, and it's correct, but how do I break it down?
Their eyes were only on the tennis ball, and they didn't have time to observe Niou. Even if that person did observe him, it would be in vain.
The person opposite me changed their posture and direction in the next second. It was as if no trouble was found, no problem or flaw was found.
Seriously!
Jonah gritted his teeth. This guy really knows how to shatter all their traditional notions of tennis and their understanding of what makes a person strong at crucial moments.
"We've never had this much trouble even when fighting the captain. Why is it that when we fight this guy, all we feel is pain and anxiety?"
They weren't like this before. Now they are like this entirely because of what Niou thinks. But there are some things that can't be said. What exactly are they saying? Are they saying that they can't beat Niou?
No—the competition isn't over yet, how can we give up so easily? This isn't like them usually; they can't just give up like this. They have to keep going, but what can they use to keep going?
This is too difficult!
"If you don't know what to hold on to, just grit your teeth and keep going. Although there's a big gap between us, it's not like there's no chance we can get points!"
Edgar sighed and turned to Jonal, who was furious and whose eyes were filled with despair. "Do you want everyone here to think that we can't beat them at all, that we don't even have a chance to fight them?"
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