Amadeus immediately pursued the ball with the sharp reaction of a professional player, raised his racket, and turned around to pull the ball back.
However, his heart had already been shaken.
What a joke, what kind of step is this, it can actually appear out of thin air at the landing point.
This is definitely not an illusion of teleportation achieved by quick steps, but a real movement in space.
This is actually related to the pace of space? !
Who is this guy? How could he touch the realm of space?
This is not the level a street tennis player should have.
"This is incredible! How did this guy teleport? Did his body twist a little bit and then appear at the spot where the tennis ball landed?"
"How can this kid be so strong?" The group of people who originally wanted to watch the professional players beat up Kamishiro Lan were speechless.
"Space step?! This is the first time I see such a step. Is this kid a member of some national team? If he is Asian, could he be from Japan? That's impossible. Although Japan's tennis level has been improving in recent years, it is still relatively weak." Qin frowned and felt a sense of uneasiness in her heart.
The landscape of the World Championship is becoming increasingly blurred. Although the Swiss team ranks second in the world, in fact, the entire World Championship is undercurrent, with unknown geniuses emerging in various countries.
From a pessimistic point of view, it would be great if the Swiss team could maintain second place this year.
If Kamishiro Aoi could be brought into the Swiss team, it might be a rare card.
"Is this all a professional player can do?" Kamishiro Lan sneered disdainfully, his eyes suddenly flashing with a hint of ruthlessness.
"Croon, gray cat!"
"It appears, this guy has weird ball skills!!" exclaimed the audience.
During these few days, Kamishiro Lan also showed part of her Shikai.
The unique chanting language and the strange ball skills that followed were very impressive.
"Swish." Kamishiro Ai slid one foot backwards, stretched out his right arm, and his muscles bulged slightly. A faint mist seemed to appear at the scene, lingering in everyone's eyes.
"Bang." As Kamishiro Lan swung his arm, the tennis ball drew a beautiful arc and was suddenly swallowed by the mist in mid-air.
The thick fog dissipated, obscuring everyone's vision. They could only vaguely see two figures on the court.
"Here it comes, the gray cat, the tennis ball turns into mist and hurts people at the same time." The scene exclaimed.
Gray cat is the skill that Kamishiro Lan has used in the past few days.
"A tennis ball turns into mist? Humph, you are just being mysterious. The tennis ball will never disappear." A strange color flashed in Amadeus' eyes, and then he snorted coldly.
He immediately retreated and took a defensive stance.
The perfect switch between offense and defense is Amadeus' tennis style.
Faced with the unknown, he was able to adjust his mindset and respond calmly.
Once he finds a flaw, he will launch a violent attack, leaving the opponent breathless.
"The eyes can deceive, but intuition cannot." He closed his eyes first, and when the fog swallowed him, he suddenly opened his eyes and swung his arm through the fog.
"Bang."
A crisp sound was heard in the originally empty fog, and then a yellow light was seen bursting out.
Gray Cat was cracked?!
There was cheering at the scene.
"It's still more interesting to play with professional players." Kamishiro Lan raised his eyebrows slightly, used instant step to reach the landing point of the tennis ball, raised the racket and chanted the Shikai Yu.
"Look up, help."
The sound of the ball hitting the target that echoed throughout the stadium exploded from the racket, and the tennis ball immediately flew away with a terrifying gust of air.
The rubble on the ground was swept up wherever it passed, and the sound was so loud that it was eye-catching.
"This is it!" Amadeus' pupils shrank and he immediately ran towards the place where the tennis ball landed.
His legs took big strides, as agile as a cheetah, and he caught up with the tennis ball in the blink of an eye, and his right arm twitched violently.
From the momentum of the tennis ball, it can be seen that the power of this return ball is very strong, so you must use strength to counter it.
However, when the tennis ball fell into the racket, the expected feedback made Amadeus change color slightly.
"Bang." The tennis ball flew back at a high speed like a sharp arrow, passing through a huge arc angle and hitting the wire mesh.
"15-0."
As the score was announced, Amadeus' eyes were dazed for a moment.
"Why is a tennis ball so light?" He couldn't help but feel puzzled.
He is already a mature professional player who can find solutions to any difficulties in a short time.
But this strange return ball made me feel a little confused.
"It looks like a heavy ball, but it's actually a light ball? Why is it so weird? The speed of the tennis ball is so fast that the air waves it brings up even swirled up dust. Logically, it should be a heavy ball, but why did it fly out directly after hitting the racket? It's like the weight of the tennis ball has changed out of thin air."
Amadeus frowned, his brain thinking quickly about all the problems that came to his mind.
“What a strange skill.”
"Amadeus actually suffered a loss." There were several tennis experts on the street tennis court, and they also figured out the trick.
But the laymen started to shout: "This can't be a fake Amadeus!"
"Huh." Amadeus took a deep breath and lowered his body slightly.
No matter what, it is an indisputable fact that the opponent scored a point against me.
You must take it seriously.
"Pa pa." Amadeus slapped the tennis ball with a stern look in his eyes.
Tossing the ball, smashing the ball, the movements are smooth and done in one go.
"The speed is pretty good." Kamishiro's blue eyes lit up, he stretched out his right arm, and the corners of his mouth had a faint arc: "But, after all, it's just a grain of rice."
"Help."
"Swish." This time, the tennis ball was like a nimble elf, drawing a beautiful arc and slowly flying towards Amadeus.
"High lob? No, I have to be careful." Denying the first judgment that popped into his mind, Amadeus stared at the tennis ball, trying to find a flaw, but he didn't see anything unusual.
His intuition told him that this ball was not easy.
"Bang."
“This power!”
“Damn it!!”
Amadeus immediately held the racket with both hands, his arms trembling slightly. The impact of the tennis ball made his strong muscles tense, and he hit the tennis ball back while roaring.
"Understand it, Sode no Shirayuki."
"Ciwu, Bai Lian."
Snow burst into the sky, and as ice and snow filled the air, the tennis ball suddenly condensed in Amadeus' half of the court, emitting a hint of deep chill in the summer heat.
"30-0." The referee's voice trembled.
"What a skill, what a ball!" U17 head coach Qin lay on the wire mesh in a state of disbelief, his pupils trembling.
"What kind of autumn is this?!" Amadeus couldn't hide his shock and looked at Kamishiro Lan.
"Who is this man?"
(End of this chapter)
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