Chapter 54: The Ultimate Skill of Power and Speed, Shan Chui's Struggle

Inside the left service reception area, the faint tennis mark was very eye-catching.

"What a fast serve!"

Only when the ball smashed into the wire mesh behind her did Dongfang Yamei regain her senses; compared to before, this ball's speed was more than just three notches faster.

"Deuce, 15-15!"

Nan Kentaro retreated to the baseline, making a gesture with his left hand in front of his chest.

"Leave it to me."

Their eyes met, and Dongfang Yamei immediately understood his tactic; she nodded and switched positions.

Looking at the opponent's spiky hair, Shenwei Ming's heart tightened a little; this guy's judgment in the match was extremely accurate, cannot be lax.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

He lightly pressed the tennis ball twice, a gleam flashed in Shenwei Ming's eyes, and he firmly gripped the ball in midair.

Swish!

Toss the ball and draw the racket!

When the ball reached its peak, he leapt up, his arm extending upward from behind his back, and the racket whipped out like a lash!

Bang!

A yellow light flashed across the court at extreme speed!

The angle was sharp and tricky; the ball touched the sideline, bounced, and flew out of bounds.

Whoosh!

Nan Kentaro's eyes never left the ball's trajectory; he pushed off with his toes, instantly flashing to the outside of the right sideline, his racket following close behind.

Bang!

A powerful topspin shot sent the ball soaring high over the court, pressing toward the baseline.

At the same time, Nan Kentaro's feet shuffled quickly as he rushed toward the net, and again.

Double forwards!!!

The two white-green figures at the net were like two towering green mountains, impregnable.

Thud!

He swung the racket, and the tennis ball flew back in reverse.

Seeing this formation that had won many points, Shenwei Ming remained very calm.

A gentle breeze stirred the deep crimson strands on his forehead, and the eyes beneath his bangs sparkled with confident light.

The tennis ball flew toward the net.

The two from Shan Chui remained unmoved, waiting for the right moment to strike, preparing a decisive blow.

Their gazes swept left and right; Shi Tian Tie leaned on the center line, while Shenwei Ming was running toward the right side.

"Left!"

Nan Kentaro leapt forward and swung his racket violently.

Seeing this, Shenwei Ming immediately shifted position to the left.

But Nan Kentaro's motion suddenly stalled, altering its trajectory, and his racket swung at nothing.

At that moment, a figure sidestepped behind him—it was Dongfang Yamei.

This is a time-difference attack!

Bang!

Dongfang Yamei swung her arm, intercepted the ball in midair, and sliced it toward the already empty right half of the court.

"Got it!"

The two from Shan Chui shouted loudly in their hearts.

But in the next instant, their pupils contracted simultaneously.

A black streak of light suddenly appeared on the opponent's baseline, that red hair resembling a blazing flame.

Shenwei Ming's legs crossed at lightning speed, leaving behind a trail of afterimages; in an instant he had crossed over ten meters.

My tennis—only speed is invincible!

Sonic bullet!

The racket lashed out from behind——

Bang!

A booming explosion rang across the entire court, but by the time Nan Kentaro and Dongfang Yamei heard the sound, the tennis ball had already rolled to the ground behind them.

"It's literally faster than sound."

Everyone was stunned by that ball; Qianshi Qingchun's smile vanished from her face, and she turned serious.

He stood upright, his gaze burning as he looked at Shenwei Ming on the court.

"Budongfeng leads, 30-15!"

"Referee, Shan Chui Zhongxue requests a timeout."

The two on the court had not yet come to their senses when Ban Lao, smiling, applied for a timeout; the Budongfeng players are truly full of personality, just

Placing such a singles talent in doubles—is it because they're strong enough, or is it Budongfeng's helpless move?

Tudoxiongbing returned to the sidelines, looking at Ban Lao's unchanged smile.

Huff~

The two exhaled, their trembling hearts gradually calming; yet thinking of that ball just now, their aura still fluctuated.

Seeing their condition, Ban Lao sighed lightly; after all, they had previously won too easily, lacking real experience against strong opponents.

This match should give them a good tempering.

After a few thoughts turned over in his mind, Ban Lao slowly said:

Next, focus on Shitian Tie.

After a moment of contemplation, the two bodies shuddered, their eyes instantly brightening; these eight short words dispelled the clouds for them.

Understood!

Next, they devised a several‑minute tactic, and the match continued.

Seeing the opponent's aura stabilize again, Shenwei Ming felt a hint of surprise; that old‑timer coach is quite formidable, huh.

Bang!

Without thinking too much, the tennis ball flew over the net at high speed again.

And this time, the calmed Dongfang Yamei also successfully returned the shot.

Boom!

Boom!

After adjusting, Shanchuī's offense became more fierce, and strictly following Ban Lao's instructions, they focused on Shitian Tie, each volley aimed at his left side.

Because this can block his terrifying forehand Surge Ball; after prolonged pressure, he will inevitably reveal a flaw.

Victory belongs to Shanchuī!

Once again intercepting the tennis ball, Nan Jiantaro's focus became exceptionally sharp; at such a moment, not a single mistake can be afforded.

Boom!

A clear ringing sound rang out to the left front of Shitian Tie.

You want to block the Surge Ball?

Watching the yellow tennis ball bounce up, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Whoosh—

Only seen, he unleashed a violent backhand swing, the racket whistling as it tore through the air.

Bang!

A sudden roar erupted, a yellow beam of astonishing aura piercing the court, the kicked‑up strong wind making the net tremble.

Backhand Surge Ball!

The tennis ball carrying terrifying surges grew larger in Nan Jiantaro's eyes, its dreadful aura making him tremble with fear; he could only grit his teeth and raise both hands to block it.

I can catch it!

The Surge Ball excels in force, its speed is ordinary; Nan Jiantaro can certainly receive it.

But

The enormous force nearly pushed him backward, the terrifying surge transmitting from the racket to his hands, causing a numb tingling.

Swish!

The tennis racket suddenly flew into the air, Nan Jiantaro's eyes filled with horror.

What terrifying force is this?!

40-15.

On and off the court, not a sound was heard.

Shenwei Ming's sound‑breaking surge ball, which Shitian Tie could almost launch a person into the air, has already stunned everyone.

Jiecheng Wu, sitting on the coach's chair, gave a faint smile.

Just like that, let everyone open their eyes wide to truly witness the dual extremes of power and speed of Budongfeng!

Looking at the two from Budongfeng, Ban Lao's smile flickered slightly, his eyes showing some surprise.

Afterward, he slowly said, 'Qianshi, it's time to warm up.'

Yes.

Qianshi Qingchun froze for a moment, then immediately agreed.

Although he also wanted to keep watching what happened next, he could not ignore Ban Lao's instruction.

When Qianshi picked up his racket and lifted his feet to walk out, Ban Lao's voice suddenly came from behind.

Qianshi ah, geniuses are everywhere in this world; if you let up a little, who knows, a even more formidable person might appear.

Tennis is quite interesting, right?

On the court.

The match had already firmly fallen into Budongfeng's hands.

Bang!

With an explosive bang, the racket flew into the air.

"Game, Budongfeng Shenwei Ming, Shitian Tie, 5-3!"

This match is already decided!

Thank you, reader baba.

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Today is my birthday; the update is late, I'm releasing two chapters together, plus another one—I'll write half tonight, estimate I won't finish before 1:30 AM, after that I dare not stay up late; my heart raced the day before yesterday, leaving me a bit frightened.

I'll strive to finish releasing by noon tomorrow.

I owe two chapters; I don't want to end up owing three—I'm the two‑chapter Autumn Moon, not the three‑chapter Autumn Moon! (>_<#)

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