"Now we will start the singles match between Kamishiro Ai from Fudomine and Atobe Keigo from Hyotei Academy. The match begins."
"The serve is from Hyotei Academy's Atobe Keigo."
"Pah, pah, pah." Atobe hit the tennis ball, took a deep breath, and his eyes were more focused than ever before.
He has an innate insight and can detect the opponent's weaknesses through the details of the game.
This is also what he relies on in this game.
"Swish!" Tobe threw the tennis ball, bent his knees and jumped up, raised his arms, stretched his body, and slammed the racket down hard.
"Bang!"
In a flash, the tennis ball flew over the net, hit the ground hard, and bounced up.
"What a fast speed!! Is this the strength of Hyotei's captain, Atobe Keigo?" There were exclamations from the sidelines.
This simple serve perfectly demonstrates power and speed.
"So fast." Kikumaru rubbed his eyes. He couldn't see clearly at all and his eyes were sore.
However, facing such a serve, Kamishiro Ai only took half a step back, scooped the ball lightly with her right hand, and the tennis ball immediately went into the racket obediently, turned into a stream of light and flew back to Atobe's half of the court, even faster than when it came.
Staring at the speeding tennis ball, Tebe lowered his body slightly, his eyes stern, and carefully observed the rotation and trajectory of the ball.
"It's an ordinary topspin ball." After making the judgment, he took a step forward, slightly pressed the racket in his right hand, and hit it hard towards the landing point.
"Bang." At the moment when the ball and the racket were about to touch, a wonderful airflow suddenly appeared around the tennis ball, and the rotation suddenly changed, nimbly passing over the racket, hitting the ground and flying out of the court.
"15-0."
The whole audience was silent.
"This is..." Atobe frowned.
"The eighth way of binding: rebuke." Kamishiro Lan said with a smile.
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