"The elusive power of the tennis ball, and the skills that instantly froze the ball on the ground, this set of moves should have left Amadeus a little confused." Qin swallowed hard, "It's hard to imagine that such skills are not from another dimension. This Kamishiro Lan is really not simple. No wonder he can win five consecutive days on the street tennis court."
Although in people's perception, street tennis courts are more of a place for amateur tennis players.
But in fact, this street tennis court has certain special features. Occasionally, professional players will appear here, which also makes the popularity and strength of this street tennis court extraordinary.
"Tsk." Amadeus took a deep breath, and the brief frustration in his heart flashed away.
"Bang." Toss the ball, bend your knees, and smash.
His serving level is still impeccable.
"Good mentality, this is what makes it interesting, thanks." Kamishiro Lan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and hit another unpredictable changeup.
This time, the tennis ball flew lightly over the net and headed towards Amadeus.
"There is no perfect ball skill in the world. This ball skill definitely has flaws. It's impossible to figure out the power. It looks light, but it can be as heavy as a thousand pounds." Amadeus' eyes were fixed on the flying tennis ball.
The true power of tennis cannot be seen from its sound or shadow.
"If it's that kind of skill again, the real power should be the opposite of what you see. This is a light ball, I can't use too much power."
After less than a second of hesitation, Amadeus made his choice.
"Bang." However, Amadeus' expression suddenly changed after the tennis ball fell into the racket.
An indescribable terrifying force emanated from it.
"Snap." Amadeus's racket slipped out of his hand and flew several meters away.
"40-0."
"Unbelievable, Amadeus was suppressed?"
"This kid actually scored three points in a row against a professional player."
"And these three points were taken very easily!!"
The atmosphere in the entire street tennis court was boiling, with cheers and whistles ringing out.
Kamishiro Ai has conquered many audiences with her performance.
Swiss street style advocates that the strong are respected.
No matter what skin color you are, as long as you are strong, you will be applauded.
If they had some contempt for Kamishiro Lan before, now all that contempt has disappeared.
Because even the famous Swiss professional player was defeated by Kamishiro Ai.
"This is a heavy ball!" Amadeus frowned and pursed his lips in dissatisfaction. Then he bent down, took out a tennis ball from his pocket, and looked like he was going to serve the ball immediately.
"The game has just begun." Qin regained her calm expression and looked at the chief of staff beside her: "The collection of information depends on you."
The latter nodded.
Every professional team will have a staff officer like Akutsu Mitsutani who relies on data analysis.
Their control over the players' physical data and overall data is excellent and precise.
"Bang." Amadeus served again.
Similarly, Kamishiro Ai once again played an unpredictable tennis ball, but this time the ball was full of power, bringing with it a terrifying airflow.
"Since what our eyes see is no longer credible, it is better to abandon this sense that affects our judgment and feel with our ears and body." Amadeus closed his eyes.
A three-dimensional image of a tennis court immediately appeared in his mind.
The tennis ball flew through the air like a sharp arrow, stirring up the surrounding air.
"The environment we see may be deceiving, but the airflow it brings will never be. The so-called sandstorms and air waves are just factors that affect visual judgment. I have seen it! The truth about this ball!" Amadeus suddenly opened his eyes, and light burst out in his eyes.
"Swish." His body moved in an instant, stretching like a cheetah, and reached the baseline in the blink of an eye. He stretched out his arms, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and with a bang, the tennis ball flashed and came in front of Kamishiro Lan.
"Sode Shirayuki." Kamishiro Lan was not in a hurry. Talismans suddenly appeared around his body. A white light flashed, and the tennis ball suddenly soared into the sky and fell from a high point. Dazzling and brilliant snowflakes continued to fall around it.
"Here it comes, the instant-freezing skill." Amadeus immediately perked up.
"I've already thought of a way to fight back." With a loud shout, the racket left a large afterimage, and some people even saw burning sparks from the racket.
"Bang!!" With the collision of the racket and the tennis ball, it was like Mars hitting the earth.
Fire burst from the rackets, ice and snow melted, and steam filled the air.
The tennis ball instantly went through half the court, but at the same time, Kamishiro Ai twisted her body and used the ring spin to intercept the tennis ball.
The two sides immediately started an extreme confrontation.
The tennis ball kept going back and forth between the two of them, making it hard to watch.
Kamishiro Lan didn't use any skills, but he still did not lose the upper hand, and even suppressed his opponent.
"What a great player! He's worthy of being a professional player. He managed to break his opponent's skills with just a few balls." The spectators on the sidelines watched the game nervously.
"Thump, tap, tap." Amadeus ran back and forth, spinning a little while fighting back, hoping to cause some trouble for Kamishiro Lan and thus find a chance to score.
"Something feels wrong. I'm being suppressed." Looking at Kamishiro Lan who had not moved since the beginning, Amadeus' expression darkened.
"This is the territory!" After fighting back again, he found that there was a circle around Kamishiro Lan caused by the friction of the shoes on the ground.
This also means that Kamishiro Ai's legs have never left the circle, but no matter how he hits back, the tennis ball will fly towards Kamishiro Ai on its own.
"Another new skill? In that case." Amadeus pulled his right arm behind his back and pulled it out from bottom to top.
"Swish." The tennis ball immediately soared into the sky, made an exaggerated arc, and headed towards Kamishiro Ai's backcourt.
"Smart, using a lob to break the field. Amadeus' analytical ability is pretty good. He found a solution in such a short time." Qin couldn't help but praise.
"Swish." However, after the tennis ball passed through an exaggerated arc, it seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand and flew towards Kamishiro Lan.
"My domain is not so easy to crack." Kamishiro Lan smiled and waved his arm.
"The lob ball is impossible to crack." Amadeus' pupils suddenly shrank: "If that's the case."
He ran to the landing point, his feet firmly planted on the ground.
"Then I will use spin to break your skills." Amadeus' face was full of confidence.
This is also the confidence of being a professional player.
"Swish." The tennis ball flew out of the wind and spun towards the other half of the court.
Amadeus stared at the tennis ball with a smile on his face: "Run faster, the tennis ball won't fly back to you this time! Nani?!!" However, the tennis ball circled the arc again and flew towards Kamishiro Lan like a young swallow returning to its nest.
(End of this chapter)
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