"Bang."
After a ten-minute seesaw battle, Kamishiro Ai hit back again, and the tennis ball fell on the baseline like a yellow beam of light again. This time, Atobe, who kept running back and forth, failed to reach the ball.
"40-0."
As the referee made the announcement, Atobe remained stunned.
He turned his head stiffly, only to find that there were only two ball marks at the baseline, one at the bottom corner on the left and right sides.
"No...no way." Atobe looked at Kamishiro Lan with shock on his face.
"The points where the tennis ball landed were the ball marks at the bottom left and right corners, which means that from beginning to end, the ball he hit only landed at two points. He was able to control the ball so amazingly with that kind of racket."
"Not only that, but I was constantly catching the ball in an uncomfortable position while running back and forth. His control of the ball and the amount of spin he applied were horrible."
Tachibana Yoshihei, who possesses national-level strength, also saw all of this.
"Kamiyo's strength is still so unfathomable. Can a middle school student really play this level of ball control?"
"Atobe's return speed is not slow, and the ball speed is also very fast, but Kamishiro can not only hit the top and bottom spin ball that affects Atobe's return in just a few seconds, no, even in just one second, but also adjust his own position. He returns the ball in the most comfortable posture and perfectly controls the landing point of the ball!"
At this time, the tug of war on the field is still going on.
Kamishiro Ai was like a precise tennis machine, constantly hitting the ball to the left and right corners.
Atobe fell into a deep passive situation.
The fight lasted for more than ten minutes.
A light breeze blew, rustling the leaves.
Just when everyone thought that Tezuka was about to lose, Tezuka suddenly jumped up with an evil curve at the corner of his mouth.
"I see it, I see it, your blind spot!" It seemed as if several icicles fell from the sky and pierced around Kamishiro Lan's body.
"Bang." The tennis ball was like an arrow shot from a bow, turning into light and shadow and flying towards the half of the court where Kamishiro Lan was.
The tennis ball fell to the ground, but Kamishiro Ai's body remained motionless as if frozen.
"Kamiyo, your blind spots are all clearly visible." The corners of Atobe's mouth curled up slightly.
However, he saw Kamishiro Lan showing a gentle smile and a magnetic voice.
"Hey, Atobe, the blind spot you saw doesn't exist."
The icicle suddenly shattered.
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