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Seyfried's face also turned ugly.

No.2!

This is the word he hates the most.

The guy in front of him touched the reverse scale in his heart and made him angry!

See this.

The audience around couldn't help but become nervous.

No one expected that these two people would suddenly start fighting.

Not far away, a gray-haired boy wearing a mask and a white T-shirt was watching all this silently, with a smile in his eyes.

Chapter 398: Non-existent Weakness, Ambitious Player on the Court

Contest?!

When they saw Mu Shou and Seyfried actively distance themselves from each other, the surrounding tourists became excited.

"Wow, I didn't expect to be here and to be able to watch a tennis match. I'm so lucky."

"Yeah, one of them is a representative of the German team, which is really interesting."

"I hope this guy with glasses can last a little longer."

The spectators kept moving closer to the stadium.

Not a moment.

This place was surrounded by three layers of people inside and outside.

"Ah."

Seeing such a situation, Mu Shou couldn't help but laugh. Although he had lost control of his emotions for some reason just now, the situation before him was going according to the script he had imagined.

Just defeat the opponent.

He, Bokuto Nagashiro, would be able to become a dazzling newcomer in the eyes of everyone, making his subsequent plans easier.

"Damn guy!"

On the other hand, Sefried was so angry that his chest was about to explode. He never thought that someone would dare to attack him as a representative of the German team.

What made him even more angry was that this guy actually mentioned the number that he hated the most in front of him.

"I swear, I will make you pay the price, for sure!"

soon.

The two of them walked to the baseline respectively.

"let's start."

Mu Shou hooked his finger at the other party and smiled what he thought was a gentlemanly and elegant smile: "As a guest, you should be allowed to serve first."

"Arrogant guy!"

There was a gleam of sternness in Severide's eyes.

but.

But he didn't care about this issue.

"Since you are so arrogant, then pay the price for your arrogance!"

call.

Thoughts turned.

Seyfried threw the tennis ball up.

Then he pushed the ground hard with his feet, used the force to jump up, and quickly flipped the racket in his hand over his head and hit it forward.

Bang!

The crisp sound stirred.

The tennis ball turned into a light yellow parabola and flew over the blocking net as fast as the wind.

"So fast!"

"This kind of serve?!"

The expressions of the two junior high school students on the South Korean team suddenly changed.

It's not like they haven't seen similar serves before. Those who can hit such serves are probably the masters in the team. As for the junior high school students, unless the strongest one or two try their best, they can't do it at all.

Snapped!

And this time.

Seyfried's serve landed.

"This kind of landing point?"

Seeing that the tennis ball completely crushed the white marks on the sand, their pupils suddenly contracted.

hiss!

His moves were swift, accurate, ruthless and merciless, giving them the feeling that he was at the level of a representative of the South Korean team.

"As expected, he is a master of the German team."

Choi Yong-jun couldn't help but nod.

Li Xiuhe next to him was also very shocked. However, just as he was about to speak, his face changed as if he had seen something shocking: "Shh, this kind of racket-drawing speed?"

Bang!

Just as Choi Yong-jun was about to turn his head to look, he heard the sound of a ball hitting the ground. When he looked at the tennis ball again, it was violently flipped back.

The arc is not large, but the height above the ground is very low, and after falling, the rotation on it suddenly increases and the speed also increases accordingly.

"Change ball?"

opposite.

Seyfried frowned slightly.

He felt the fierceness of his opponent's counterattack, and couldn't help but take it seriously. But his footwork was quite good, and after seeing where the tennis ball would land, he stepped forward and swung his racket to try to catch the tennis ball.

Whoosh!

But never thought about it.

After the tennis ball bounced off the ground, it suddenly twisted its direction and shot towards him like a poisonous snake.

"what?"

Seyfried was shocked.

In a hurry, he turned his head to dodge, allowing the tennis ball to pass through his original position.

"15-0!"

opposite.

Mu Shou spoke calmly.

He slowly put away his racket, with an elegant smile on his face. This was the effect he wanted, to make the German team's No.2 behave terribly under his pressure.

Thus.

Others' attention to him will surely increase.

"Damn it!"

Seyfried was very upset because he lost the point after serving first. He was impatient by nature, and now that he was tricked by others, he became even more agitated.

"This shot."

not far away.

Seda narrowed his eyes slightly.

Seyfried was in a state of humiliation and anger, so he couldn't see it, but he could see clearly that the wooden hand's stroke was very complicated.

You know, this is not a normal court, but a sand court.

Generally speaking.

Clay courts are the most demanding of players' ball control skills among regular courts, while sand courts are more difficult to play on than clay courts.

but.

Even in this situation, Mu Shou was still able to hit such high-quality shots, which shows the high technical level of his opponent.

"No wonder he is valued by that gentleman."

Seda nodded slightly.

He might look down on other people, but he still had a lot of respect for the legendary tennis player.

and.

Seda could also sense that Mu Shou's provocation to Seyfried was not a spur of the moment act, or that he was simply influenced by his 'mental hypnosis'.

This cunning young man must have some amazing plans.

"So."

Thinking of this, Seda couldn't help but narrow his eyes and locked onto Mu Shou on the court: "Let me see what you want to do, Mu Shou-kun!"

Bang!

After losing the first goal, Sefried attacked again.

His playing style is typical offensive tennis. After serving, he actively goes to the net, trying to use his speed to dominate the game.

Bang!

but.

Mu Shou's response was also very appropriate.