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"Let's start the feast of wailing!"

Without any nagging.

The short-haired green-haired Wodie threw the tennis ball in his hand directly into the air.

Then he jumped up and swung the racket in his hand with a sickly expression.

"Bakalo sea snake serve!"

Bang!

Accompanied by a burst of collision sounds.

The tennis ball seemed to have turned into a huge sea snake at this moment, rushing towards the opposite side with a certain arc.

In a trance.

It seems that the fangs stained with purple venom and the bloody mouth can be seen.

"Oh."

"Do the players of super-large tennis clubs have to show their skills directly?"

"It's really messy~"

However.

Faced with such a serve.

Masaharu Niou was quite relaxed and complained softly.

At the same time.

The figure flashed and appeared at the landing point of the tennis ball.

As the tennis ball bounced, the whole person turned from the front to the side.

With both hands holding the racket, he prepared to swing the racket.

"One... two... five... six..."

"Seven!"

After counting down to seven quickly.

The racket face directly hit the tennis ball head-on.

Bang!

In an instant.

The malicious attack was broken by it.

"Sea snakes are also snakes."

"Hit the snake at its weakest point."

Yagyu Hiroshi adjusted his glasses, and his calm words were full of irony.

It's not that this move is not strong.

On the contrary, if this ball is swung without grasping the timing.

It will definitely hit the person swinging the racket behind the racket.

The most terrifying thing about sea snakes is not their bite force, but their nerve poison.

As long as this ball hits the body, the person hit will gradually lose control of his body like prey, waiting to be swallowed by the predator.

That's why.

The best swing time to catch this ball is undoubtedly the key.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably avoid it.

But Niou Masaharu, who has super dynamic vision, is different.

"Hooked!"

The corners of the blue-haired Barbie's mouth slightly raised.

Then he sprinted towards the net quickly.

Whoosh!

Bang!

Just as the tennis ball just passed the net, the racket in his hand also smashed down with great force.

Tap~

Chichi~

"Really?"

In an instant.

Yagyu Biroshi, who had been wandering in the area in front of the net, has appeared here.

The whole person holds the racket with both hands.

Put it behind his neck with a slight sideways rotation.

The glasses reflect the flashing light, and it is like a golf swing.

"Laser beam!"

Bang!

The smash, which had not yet shown its power, was shot directly to the opposite corner.

"Valid ball!"

"0-15!"

"Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School scores!"

In the first collision, Niou Masaharu and Yagyu Hiroshi scored a point.

"This time the prey is really full of energy."

For the loss of this ball, the short-haired Wodie was not angry, but became more and more excited.

"I can't wait!"

"Pain, despair, wailing, twitching..."

The blue-haired Barbie held the racket in her hand more and more tightly.

The muscles on her arms were tense and bulging, and the veins were winding.

"I really lost to you, Barbie."

"In this case, I can only slaughter it with a little bit of dining etiquette."

Wodie smiled grimly.

The tennis ball in his hand was thrown up again.

He served the ball as quickly as before.

"Bakalo Sea Serpent Serve!"

The moment the morbid voice fell.

The tennis ball seemed to turn into a huge sea snake again.

However.

Just when it passed the net.

This ball suddenly changed!

To be more precise.

This time there was no sea snake at all.

It was a deformed dragon covered with scales.

In other words, the seven-inch swing was completely inapplicable.

"Ouch~!"

"How despicable."

"But this trick is really crude."

Masaharu Niou did not swing like before.

Instead, he held the racket with both hands, as if holding a long sword, and faced the ball directly.

In the blink of an eye.

Masaharu Niou was no longer there, and replaced by Genichirō Sanada.

"Move like thunder!"

The next moment.

Bang!

The racket in Genichirō Sanada's hand also collided with the tennis ball that was shot at him.

In an instant.

Countless lightning bolts burst out from the point of contact between the two.

Deep blue instantly became the main color of the stadium.

Amid the crackling sound.Thunder slashes the evil dragon!

Sizzle!

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye.

A flash of lightning flashed out directly.

The speed was so fast that it made people feel a tingling sensation on their scalp.

Snap!

A scar appeared directly on the cheek of the blue-haired Barbie with a slicked-back hair.

Bright red blood flowed out from the wound.

Looking at the phantom of ‘Sanada Genichirō’ from Niou across the street, he reached out and touched the wound.

Then he put the bloody finger in his mouth.

The next moment.

“A treasure! A treasure!!!”

“What a mouth-watering taste!”

He instantly became extremely fanatical, and his posture was like a pervert who would cross the net and swallow Niou Masaharu alive.

“Valid ball!”

“0-30!”

“Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School scores.”

Looking at Barbie’s appearance, the referee on the podium couldn’t help feeling sick.

He even had a tendency to vomit.

"I want to send them to a mental hospital."

After a few seconds of silence.

Yagyu Hiroshi said quite seriously.

"Yeah."

"Too neurotic, can't be played with, but may cause trouble."

At this moment, Niou Masaharu, known as the 'most terrifying fraudster on the court', gave up the idea of ​​playing with the other party.

If he continued like this.

Instead, it was like injecting 'stimulants' into the other party continuously.

Once the critical point is reached.

Then it's really time to 'serve the table'.

The next moment.

"Minister, is it okay?"

Niou Masaharu asked Kitagawa loudly off the court.

"Take it easy!"

"It's very harmful to your health."

In response, Kitagawa grinned and agreed directly.

For the two people in front of him, he understood why the Nibelungen Tennis Club wanted to kick them out.

Not just a sick pervert.

More importantly, they will play themselves to death at any time.

You know.

When people are excited or injured, their bodies will produce a lot of adrenaline.

Under the stimulation of this hormone, they will show strength, speed, reaction, etc. far beyond the normal state.

But everything has its pros and cons.

If you stay in this state of high excitement for a long time, your life span will not only be greatly shortened.

It is more likely to lead to functional death.

To put it bluntly.

These two people are simply on the road to death.

Who knows when they will be dead.

For such an existence, no tennis club is willing to waste time and invest manpower and material resources.