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At the end, his tone couldn't help but become meaningful.

"The match is best of three sets."

On the high chair, the referee confirmed the status of both sides and nodded, "First set, Atobe serves, game over!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

The words fell.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Jibe.

Snapped!

Suddenly.

He grabbed the tennis ball.

Under the direct sunlight of the midday sun, Atobe threw the tennis ball high into the air. Then, his body leaned back like an arch, with the racket in his hand at a 90-degree vertical position to the ground.

Swish swish! ! !

at the same time.

There were blue, green, red and purple lights flashing in Atobe's eyes. Finally, his gaze was completely focused on the tennis ball that reached its highest point in the air.

call!

In an instant.

Tsuchiya moved.

His body quickly returned to its original position, like a spring compressed to the extreme. At the same time, the racket in his hand flew towards the tennis ball in mid-air at an astonishing speed.

Bang!

The crisp sound of hitting the ball sounded.

Atobe's serve flew out at an astonishing speed. Some players who didn't observe carefully enough couldn't even see the exact trajectory of the tennis ball.

"So fast!"

"Is this a super high-speed serve?!"

"As expected of the Minister of Hyotei, he actually came up with such a trick right at the start!"

The high school students were very surprised. They thought that Atobe would test the opponent first, but they didn't expect that the opponent would hit such a powerful serve at the beginning.

Bottom line.

Irie, who received the serve, seemed very calm. Although the opponent's serve was fast, he had already caught the specific trajectory.

If you want to fight back, it's just a matter of moving your wrist.

Snapped.

however.

When the tennis ball landed, Irie's eyes changed quietly. He was surprised to find that the tennis ball, which should have bounced at a certain angle, slid along the ground instead.

Chi Chi

Looking at the long trail left by the tennis ball on the ground, everyone subconsciously widened their eyes.

"Liar, liar, right?"

"This is outrageous! This is a serve from a junior high school student?!"

"So, is this the value of Minister Hyotei?"

Atobe's Tannhauser serve won countless awe-inspiring looks. The game had just begun, and the opponent had already used such a trick. It was hard to imagine how amazing the next game would be!

Bang!

"30-0!"

Bang!

"40-0!"

in a blink.

Atobe scored 2 more points and got the game point. Looking at Irie on the opposite side, he didn't move at all after serving three times, as if he was stunned and hadn't woken up yet.

Bang!

soon.

Atobe hit the 4th serve.

The tennis ball, traveling at an extremely high speed, quickly flew over the blocking net and landed accurately towards Irie's backhand side.

Just looking at the tricky angle of this serve, even if there are no subsequent changes, it would be difficult for the opponent to fight back.

“That was a really powerful serve.”

At this time, Irie smiled and shook his head and said, "But, Atobe-kun, it's best not to use the same trick more than three times in a row, it's easy for others to see through it!"

Swish!

The words fell.

Irie suddenly started, lowering his body, and the racket slid forward almost brushing the ground. With a bang, under the shocked gaze of the junior high school students, he broke Atobe's serve.

"Fought back?!"

Feng looked surprised.

He didn't expect that the other party would see through Atobe's trick so quickly. Such insight was too terrifying.

If even Atobe's Tannhauser serve is like this, his new heavy artillery serve will probably not be immune.

This moment.

Feng suddenly felt powerless.

No matter how well he serves, if his basic strength cannot keep up, it will be difficult for him to deal with opponents at the U17 level. Unless his serve can break through the limitations and reach the realm of [super-fast dimension] like Ochi.

"Sure enough, we still need to work harder."

Bang!

but.

As Feng's thoughts turned, the sound of hitting the ball rang out again. As if Atobe had already determined the direction of Irie's return, he hit back in advance, and in front of everyone's astonished eyes, he knocked the racket out of Irie's hand.

"what?!"

The racket slipped out of his hand, and Irie Maru showed a look of shock on his face. He looked up in panic, looking at the figure leaping up in disbelief.

"Immerse yourself in my beauty!"

midair.

Atobe stretched his body naturally, with a confident smile on his face, and swung his racket: "Waltz towards destruction!"

Bang!

Immediately.

Atobe smash lands.

Irie felt as if he was struck by lightning and instinctively opened his mouth wide.

"Game!"

"Atobe, 1-0, swap positions!"

"Atobe!"

"Atobe!"

"Atobe!"

Off the field.

Karaji and Taki Oginosuke took the initiative to call out Atobe's name and cheer him on.

This soon spread to other people, including Kirihara from Rikkai University, Zaizen from Shitenhoji, and others, who also joined the team.

then.

The momentum of the Atobe's shouting became louder and louder, and the surrounding high school students were stunned. They couldn't imagine how these people did it. There were only 30 or 40 people, but the effect of their shouting was comparable to that of 200 or 300 people.

In an instant.

The venue of the U17 reshuffle match seemed to have become the home court of Atobe.

"As expected of the Hyokui's minister."

Kimijima nodded and smiled, "To be able to serve as a minister in the same era as that person, this person does have a considerable degree of leadership ability."

"Yes."

Maori and Hara Tetsuya beside them also nodded in agreement.

Although to some extent, Atobe's behavior seemed a bit too arrogant, but the fact that he received so many responses just proved his personal charm.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

After that, the game continues.

It was Irie's turn to serve, but Atobe's offensive showed no signs of weakening. He quickly launched an attack and firmly took control of the game.

Bang!

"Game!"

"Atobe, 2-0!"

Bang!