The next moment.

Q.P's gaze became sharp.

Swing the racket.

Hit the other side of Irie Sota.

It is on the beveled corners in the opposite direction.

The tennis ball is gone.

When it comes up again.

It's already falling against the corner.

"Good shot. "

"God doesn't know the ghost. "

"This flat shot... How the hell did you fight?"

Everyone looked incomprehensible.

Boom.

But before they could react.

The vague figure of Irie has already appeared in front of the tennis ball.

But he was facing away from the tennis ball.

Coming over to the side, Yu Guang glanced at the face of the tennis ball and smiled shallowly.

Subsequently.

He swung his racket backhand down and struck the ball from between his legs to the crotch.

Boom!

The tennis ball spins on the racket net and, after disengagement, pulls an oblique arc out of the air, like an egg, and lands on the corner edge of the other side of Q.P.

"It's so showy!"

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

People like Amadeus, Reinhardt and others felt even more suffocated.

Q.P is excellent in spite of it.

But Irie is even better.

Click!!

The other side.

Q.P, who was running to the right, had a solemn face on his face.

He didn't expect that.

After stepping into the realm of the god of tennis 180 by himself.

Except for Polk.

You can still meet opponents.

"Irie plays a lot... You... Where is it sacred!"

He muttered the other party's name.

Q.P suddenly sped up to the tennis ball.

Step out.

Sudden jump.

Hold the racket with both hands.

Bombard out.

Rumble!

The bombarded ball instantly turned into a black light, and the tennis ball wrapped in it had not yet passed the net. The net was blown to the extreme by the strong wind pressure.

The sound of hunting, wave after wave, overlapped and began to become disorganized.

The aftermath of black light that sets off an endless stream of white air can be seen...... How powerful it is.

Just from this point of view.

It's hard to imagine the true power of tennis.

"Oh my God!"

"What a horrible ball. "

"It's obviously a very ordinary two-handed vertical fight, but it's better than Onijujiro's black tomahawk. "

"It's the foundation, the power of the tennis god, which has raised the basic strength of Q.P to an unpredictable height!"

The audience was amazed with solemn faces.

Onijujiro is indeed strong.

But his three realms.

But it can't be fused like Q.P.

Therefore.

is the reason why there is a big gap between the two.

Now Q.P.

There is no doubt that Polk has completely surpassed the last game!

Moreover.

Even to control such a horrific shot.

Q.P's ball was aimed at the other side of the river.

A cross between the sideline and the bottom line!

It can be said that Irie was not given any chance to struggle.

Q.P。

And I didn't lose myself because of the great power.

In the stands.

Elite high school students such as Taranta have a reverence for Q.P in their eyes.

Amadeus, Reinhardt, Zeus and others showed a strong and solemn face, but also a strong look of jealousy.

Camus's brows furrowed, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little tricky.

“Q.P..."

His brow furrowed, and he looked to the other side, "As for this ball, wait..."

Everyone looked to the other side in unison.

Swish!

A figure burst out.

It's a dark shadow that is blurred to the extreme.

The black lines that represent explosive power are constantly being pulled out.

And the vision closes.

When the shadow comes to the middle of the bottom line......

The black afterimage on his body is completely still!

Immediately.

The whole person was like a flash of thunder without special effects, and in a flash, he went to the corner.

Call!

The black shadow's eyes were calm, the corners of his mouth hooked, and the raised racket gently drew a circle backwards, aiming at the front from the front.

Rumble!

At this time, the black light just landed.

Send it in the direction of his racket swing.

This person has a lot of music in the river.

"What happened?"

Everyone was shocked, their eyes suddenly concave, and they looked at Irie Sota in shock.

Q.P exclaimed, "It's !! so fast."

Just now.

Irie's body activated instantly, but the speed was too fast, and even in his eyes, it turned into black afterimages and lines.

When you come to halftime.

The body forms at rest.

It has accelerated even further.

Irie Sota disappeared directly in his eyes.

It didn't even take a moment to reach the tennis ball.

The proof is.

Hit by his tennis god.

It hasn't landed yet.

I've already arrived at the river.

Even.

Roll the racket backwards in a circle to complete the charge.

The tennis ball is just close to the ground.

Q.P was shocked:

"Such speed and explosiveness... Is it really something that humans can do?!"

Not good!

Here comes the ball!

Q.P watched Irie hit the ball, and hurriedly put on a strict defensive position, the corners of his eyes opened, and his eyes were sharp as if they reflected the cold light, and his insight was opened to the extreme.

He is confident that he will be able to hit back the ball that Irie has come from.

After all, controlling a tennis ball is far less simple than controlling one's own body.

And if the opponent is fast, the ball will not necessarily be fast.

Irie began to swing the racket

Q.P thought silently.

Hold the ...... in your hand

"Boom-"

But from the moment he clenched the racket.

A strong white light bloomed in front of him.

It was the intense white light released by the Irie racket at the point where it attacked the tennis ball.

Burst!

Burst!

In Q.P's wide eyes, a tennis ball with white light escaping appeared on the net, but it was an afterimage.

And in front of him, a little to the left, to be exact.

There is also an afterimage of a tennis ball with white light escaping.

But neither of these is the specific position of tennis.

The whistling sound of the rear position... Hindsight came to Q.P's ear.

The ball had already passed through him.

Two afterimages he saw.

Distinctiveness is the reason why his insight is extremely good.

And in the eyes of others who have not blinked.

It's like a ......

Rumble!!!

White light!!!

Crashing into Q.P's back.

Kicking up the sky-high smoke and dust, squeezing up strong wind pressure, it exploded throughout the stadium.

Blow Q.P's short hair and coat to a mess.

The muscles on his cheeks are also constantly twitching.

It also forms a dynamic of the sluggishness that is already on the face.

....

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