Prince of Tennis: Advent of Hyotei!

"hiss--"

In an instant, Ye Shifeng swung the racket in front of him and drew an arc.

The tennis ball, which was originally like a ferocious beast, seemed to be tamed, turning into a light and floating posture and flying towards the front court.

There was no visible rotation, but the moment it passed the net, it fell rapidly.

After landing, the power contained in it will come into play.

The strong rotation made the ball spin several times before it finally stopped.

"Hye Emperor, 1-0!"

As the referee announced the score.

Everyone finally came to their senses at this moment.

"Surprisingly, they really fought back."

"Also, what's going on with this rotation? How could it be so strong?"

"Did he completely devour my power in an instant?"

Looking at the tennis ball that stopped there, Ju Jiping's heart was filled with turbulent waves.

Then, the two sides exchanged venues.

At the moment of crossing each other, Ye Shifeng deliberately reminded: "If you have any tricks, just come at me."

Once these words were spoken, Ju Jiping felt that they were full of provocation.

In the last round, even though he had unleashed all his potential, he still couldn't score any points.

It was like a wild beast being easily toyed with by Ye Shifeng.

The entire stadium was more like a circus performance stage, and Ye Shifeng was the animal tamer holding the whip. Every hit made him feel fear in his heart.

"Damn it... How much of this guy's strength has he not yet revealed?"

"In this case, I have nothing to worry about."

As if he had made some kind of decision in his heart, Ju Jiping took a deep breath.

The animal nature in his eyes became even clearer, even with a hint of bloodthirstiness.

Ju Xing, who was on the sidelines, couldn't help but be surprised when she saw this scene.

"My brother's eyes are exactly the same as before."

"The Minister of Hyotei is really not a simple person. This is only the first round, but he has already pushed my brother to this extent."

At this time, Tachibana Kihei stood at the backcourt baseline, ready to face the serve from Ye Shifeng.

At the same time, I adjusted my mentality and still thought confidently.

"Next, as long as I win his serve, we can get back to the same starting line."

"I won't give up so easily."

After selecting the tennis ball, Ye Shifeng put another spare ball into his trouser pocket.

"It's coming, Minister Feng's serve!"

"This is the first time I've seen this in an official competition. I wonder what the Fudomine chief feels like?"

"Hey, is there any need to explain? He will definitely be scared to the point of being unable to move."

"..."

Everyone in Bingdi was talking about it and looking forward to it.

Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da...whoosh!

Ye Shifeng threw the ball high into the air.

The height of this ball is much higher than that thrown by ordinary people.

"I advise you to just stand there and don't move."

"pound!!"

A heavy sound like a thousand pounds of force pouring out.

As Ye Shifeng jumped high and swung his racket to hit the ball, the power that erupted was extremely terrifying.

In an instant, the tennis ball turned into a beam of light, producing an extremely hot friction with the air.

It whizzed past as if to ignite the air of the entire stadium.

"Boom!!"

Before Tachibana Tachibana could react, the ball had already rushed past him.

The gust of wind blew on his cheek, making him feel the speed of the ball.

And at that moment just now, he couldn't even see where the ball came from.

Even though he saw Ye Shifeng's swing and predicted the direction, his body was completely unable to keep up.

At this moment, Ju Jiping's pupils shrank instantly, and his face was full of astonishment.

"Too fast! The speed of this ball is totally unpredictable!"

"Are you dazzled? How could it be so fast?"

"Is Hyotei's minister a monster? A serve of this level is simply not something a human can do, right?"

"The speed of this serve is definitely at a professional level!"

"..."

All the players of Fudomine were frightened by this goal.

At this time, Shiba Saori on the sidelines also looked at the camera and called up the previous pictures one after another, but found that she had pressed the shutter several times.

But there was no trace of the ball, it was too fast.

Only an extremely imperceptible afterimage was left in the picture.

"Inoue-senpai, this is beyond the level of a middle school student, right?"

"I've never seen a middle school student serve at such speed."

Shiba Saori turned her head and looked at Inoue.

Only then did he realize that Inoue was also stunned and didn't notice what Shiba Saori asked at all.

He just nodded subconsciously, and then urged: "Hurry up, take more pictures."

On the field.

Ye Shifeng looked calm. Seeing that the referee had not spoken for a long time, he asked, "What's wrong, referee? Doesn't it count?"

The referee finally came to his senses after hearing the reminder.

Even he, who has officiated hundreds of matches, has been refereeing in the high school tennis world for five years.

But it was also the first time I saw someone's serve reach such a level.

"Sorry, please wait a moment."

The referee immediately used the equipment in his hand to carefully look at the landing point.

"Inbounds, 15-0!"

As the dust from this ball settled, Ye Shifeng looked up at Ju Jiping on the opposite side again.

I deliberately praised you, "You are quite obedient."

This sentence made Ju Jiping feel like a tamed beast in a circus, completely under control.

But he still tried to calm himself down.

After taking a deep breath, he said to himself, "This level of serve requires extremely high concentration and control. It is impossible to hit it every time."

"As long as there is a slight flaw, it will be my chance to counterattack!"

After convincing himself, Tachibana Kihei regained his calm expression.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Ye Shifeng threw the ball high up and said, "No matter how many serves like this, it's all the same!"

"pound!!"

The same movements, even the height of the jump, were exactly the same as before.

The power of this ball is still extremely strong, like a wave of light. The moment it is seen, it has reached the destination.

"3...30-0!"

The referee was also stuttering in disbelief at this moment.

Maybe it was a fluke that he was able to serve at such a high level once, but what about twice?

Immediately afterwards, before everyone could recover from their shock, Ye Shifeng's third goal came again.

"pound!!"

If the speed of light propagation is the fastest, then Ye Shifeng's serve at this moment seems to form a ray of light.

Tachibana Jiping was unable to react at all the moment this light appeared.

No matter how excited he was, he was unable to display it.

"ACE!"

"Hyodei, Yeshiro Feng 2-0!"

Another direct serve score, and the second game was easily won.