Tennis: Bind Longma at the beginning, double the return

"The irregular serve from before?"

Sanada muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the tennis ball, "Why does it feel so much faster? Maybe too fast."

The tennis ball rushed past like lightning, passed through half the court in an instant, and rushed straight to the baseline.

However, Sanada's keen observation allowed him to detect something strange: "But why does the position where it bounced seem strange to me?"

According to common sense, if the serve is successful, the landing point of the tennis ball after rebounding should be consistent with the serving point.

But this time, tennis deviated from its normal trajectory, as if controlled by a mysterious force.

"If there's no loss, then serve. Otherwise, the serve point should be consistent after the ball bounces. This guy is really interesting!"

Sanada pondered this in his mind, becoming more and more curious about Boris Jeffers's serving skills.

At this moment, the tennis ball hit the ground hard and flew out of bounds like a wild horse.

Sanada swung his racket, but could only watch it pass by him and miss.

"Boris Jeffers scores, score 15-30."

The referee's voice echoed in the court, announcing the winner of the point.

Sanada frowned slightly, realizing that the speed of his irregular serve could be further improved, which undoubtedly caused him some trouble.

"It seems the speed of the irregular serve can be improved. This is a bit troublesome!"

Sanada whispered, a hint of solemnity in his voice.

However, before he could recover from the frustration of losing points, Boris Jeffers's provocative voice came from the opposite field: "Sanada Genichirō, are you ready for defeat?"

These words were like a sharp sword, piercing Sanada's heart.

He gripped his racket tightly, his eyes blazing with anger, and responded, "Don't be so arrogant, Boris Jeffers!"

Before he finished speaking, the tennis ball flew into the air again and rushed towards Sanada like a cannonball.

boom--!

Bang bang——!

Boris Jeffers's shot was like lightning, so fast that it was almost impossible to see the trajectory of the ball.

With his hit, the score came to 30:30.

Immediately afterwards, there was another crisp collision sound - bang!

Bang bang——!

Boris Jeffers once again delivered a super-speedy, irregular serve.

The speed and angle of this shot seemed to be completely beyond common sense.

However, at this moment, Genichirō Sanada moved.

He ran towards a seemingly empty space as fast as lightning.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared like a ghost where the ball landed, blocking the ball's path.

The racket in Genichirō Sanada's hand moved slightly, as if drawing an invisible trajectory in the air.

Then he swung his racket violently and smashed it hard into a seemingly empty place.

boom--!

There was a dull thud, and the tennis ball suddenly flew back as if it were under a spell.

The ball was as fast as lightning. After passing through the net, it fell quickly and bounced back at an extremely fast speed, drawing a strange arc and flying straight out of bounds.

"Ok?"

Boris Jeffers was slightly stunned when he saw this.

He obviously did not expect that Sanada Genichirō would fight back in this way, and was a little at a loss for a moment.

However, before he could react, the tennis ball had already flown out like an arrow, sticking close to the ground, and passed through the boundary like a flash of lightning.

"nice shot!"

There was a burst of exclamations from the sidelines.

Genichirō Sanada's shot was perfect in terms of speed, angle and strength.

"Did you use the Black Dragon Slash to lower the ball's rebound height the moment it bounced?"

Boris Jeffers marveled inwardly, "It can be applied to such a detailed level."

Although Boris Jeffers was not surprised by Genichirō Sanada's skill, he had to admit that the shot was indeed very beautiful.

Before the match, the entire arena was filled with a tense atmosphere, and the audience's heartbeats seemed to beat with the players' breathing. In this silence, Boris Jeffers suddenly broke the silence. His voice was low and powerful: "Sanada."

Genichirō Sanada's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, locked tightly on Boris Jeffers. The atmosphere between the two men suddenly became tense, as if a storm was about to break out.

"It's time to end this farce." Boris Jeffers' words revealed a sense of determination. His body leaned forward slightly, exuding a strong aggressiveness.

Genichirō Sanada showed no sign of weakness. He quickly adjusted his posture and prepared to meet Boris Jeffers' attack.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The clatter of ball and racket echoed across the court, signaling the start of a fierce match. Boris Jeffers was like a ferocious beast, each shot imbued with power and ferocity that left the crowd in awe.

However, Genichirō Sanada's defense was also exceptional. He moved flexibly and accurately returned every ball.

As the game progressed, the score between the two sides was closely tied, and it was difficult to determine the winner. The audience's emotions were also aroused, and their cheers and encouragements rose one after another, and the entire stadium was immersed in a warm atmosphere.

Genichirō Sanada began to gradually change his playing style. His playing style became more and more sharp, and every shot was as fast as lightning, catching people off guard.

Boris Jeffers did not back down. He continued to exert his powerful offensive power and did not give Genichirō Sanada any chance to breathe.

boom-!

GAME! Genichirō Sanada scored, tying the score at 2:2.

boom-!

GAME! Boris Jeffers quickly counterattacked and scored again, making the score 3:2.

boom-!

GAME! Not to be outdone, Genichirō Sanada scored a brilliant shot to tie the score at 4:4.

The game entered a white-hot stage, and both sides tried their best to decide the winner at the last moment.

boom-!

GAME! Boris Jeffers's score gave him a 5-4 lead, and match point arrived.

Twenty minutes passed in a flash, and the game finally entered the deciding round.

This intense showdown saw a thrilling exchange of blows between Sanada and Boris Jeffers.

However, despite Sanada's full efforts, his suppression power was always slightly inferior.

Boris Jeffers' strength should not be underestimated. Coupled with his personal outburst, many of Sanada's techniques have gradually been adapted by the opponent. The originally powerful and powerful rotation is difficult to sustain and may dissipate at any time.

“Hu…Hu…”

Sanada's breathing became a little rapid, and his expression was no longer as cold as before.

Faced with Boris Jeffers' fierce attack like a storm, Sanada began to feel powerless and unable to cope.