Chapter 179: Rage! Kamishiro Aoi: A Magnificent Closing



"First, we use the refraction of light to make Kamishiro Reiji misjudge the ball's landing point. In this way, the tennis ball disappears into the smoke in sight, but in fact, the tennis ball has landed at a different point and scratched his arm through the ricochet."

"Look carefully at Kamishiro Reiji's arm. It's a long scratch. It's caused by a tennis ball that quickly passed over it from bottom to top. Although it looks like a lot of blood has been shed, it's actually just a flesh wound."

"What a weird skill." Marui Bunta couldn't help but sigh.

.......

"Hiss." Feeling the slight pain in his right arm, Reiji Kamishiro took a breath.

"The most perfect work is just this." Kamishiro Lan chuckled.

"Bastard!" Upon hearing this, Kamishiro Reiji lost his mind and his pupils turned red.

"Deep power!" He served the ball angrily. But no matter how it spun, Kamishiro Ai just scooped it up and the tennis ball was easily hit back.

No matter how angry he got, no matter how hard he tried, the result was exactly the same.

"Could it be... am I really not as good as him?"

"No! I am Coach Huacun's most perfect creation!"

Reiji Kamishiro's eyes became crazy, his body seemed to have broken through a limit, and his right hand swung out a large phantom.

"Super, deep power!" With a roar, the tennis ball flew towards Kamishiro Ai like a cannonball. The moment it landed, it hit Kamishiro Ai's neck at a speed far exceeding its previous speed.

The neck is a very fragile part of the human body. If hit, it will either cause death or injury.

"Don't tarnish violent tennis." Kamishiro Ai's eyes became dangerous, and smoke was surrounding her whispers.

"Swish." A wound appeared on Kamishiro Reiji's left arm, bleeding profusely.

"Game, 2-0, Fudomine Kamishiro Aoi is leading."

Kamishiro Ai's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

When Reiji Kamishiro's tennis ball aimed at the neck, the nature of the game changed.

"Get ready for a splendid ending." Kamishiro Ai's right hand brushed across the tennis racket, and it seemed as if cherry blossoms were falling.

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