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"The game continues, Atobe Keigo serves..."

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"Germany, Germany!"

"Bismarck, Bismarck!

"Come on, Bismarck! We will win—!"

clap clap.

After a brief rest, Atobe gently turned the tennis ball in his hand a few times, and then threw it upward...

whoosh...

The tennis ball rolled down with backspin and quickly landed on Bismarck's court!

Tannhäuser serves!

"useless!"

Bang!

Bismarck's eyes narrowed, and then he dropped the racket, and then picked up the tennis ball with a gap of 0.1 centimeters below the tennis ball.

"Don't forget me."

Irie Kanata gave a faint smile, then jumped up and suddenly jumped into the air.

"Towards the weeping dance!"

Bang!

The tennis ball flew toward Seyfried.

"That move?"

Seyfried lowered his eyes, then held the racket tightly with both hands and faced him directly with his body.

This time he made up his mind to fight back all the tennis balls from these two guys!

However, the next moment, the tennis ball flashed faintly in the air and flew directly around his body...

"15-0, Neon Team..."

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"I'm sorry, the crying dance music is exclusive to Atobe-san, so I can't type it..."

Facing Seyfried, Irie suddenly blinked aggrievedly.

Seyfried: "..."

"Play with peace of mind and don't underestimate your opponents..."

Bismarck's eyes were heavy.

Seyfried couldn't count on anything anymore, and he didn't dare to be careless here.

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Bang!

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"30-0, Neon Team..."

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Bang!

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"15-30..."

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Bang!

"I saw it, come back!"

Another move from Tannhäuser served, Seyfried's eyes narrowed, and the moment the tennis ball bounced slightly off the ground, the racket flew so fast...

Then the tennis ball was backhand!

"Well done..."

The light in Irie Kanata's lens flashed and he whispered.

The next moment, he turned his racket and quickly dropped the tennis ball towards Seyfried's back!

Lob!

"give it to me!"

Bismarck stepped forward, then came behind Seyfried, and quickly dunked the lob ball down with his backhand...

However, the next moment, his expression changed.

Because of the angle, he is currently behind Seyfried...

Because of this, his next counterattack will create a blind spot!

"Give it to me... freeze it!"

Swish!

Atobe's eyes flashed, and then Seyfried's bones appeared in his eyes.

The next moment he cut the racket against the front side of the "skeleton"!

Super short ball!

The tennis ball bounced in front of Seyfried, then fell to the ground, motionless...

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"40-15, Neon Team..."

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"What's going on? The Neon team is ahead again... The German team is not really going to lose..."

"I bought that the German team will win——!"

"That Seyfried, he can't catch such a simple ball, he must be playing match-fixing!"

"..."

Outside the field, seeing the German team falling behind again, the audience who cared about the German team couldn't sit still and started talking one by one.

Especially the shot just now.

Seyfried's performance was really poor.

Not only did he block Bismarck's counterattack with his body, he even had enough time to hit back that ultra-short ball, but he didn't even react...

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"my body……"

On the court, Seyfried gritted his teeth and looked at Atobe.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to say that Atobe was indeed very powerful.

In the moment just now, he instantly felt the dead end of his bones...

My body can't move at all!

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"Come again..."

Atobe's eyes flickered again, then he locked onto Bismarck and swung the racket again!

It’s still the Atobe Kingdom!

"I've told you before that you can't see through my blind spots!"

Bismarck smiled disdainfully and suddenly moved his body.

Then he directly forcibly broke Atobe's blockade and swung the racket quickly and accurately!

"That's not necessarily the case..."

Tatata!

Irie quickly locked onto Seyfried's flaw, then caught the speeding tennis ball and slowly lifted the racket upwards!

Lob!

The tennis ball was still hitting Seyfried’s back!

"You still want to do this?"

Seyfried's face darkened, and then he quickly ran backwards, chasing the tennis ball.

Since Bismarck's catching of the ball will be affected, he should do it himself!

This time, he won't let Atobu and the two have any chance!

hum!

The racket flapped and hit Atobe again...

However, the next moment, Seyfried was stunned again.

His bones seemed to be stuck, and the tennis ball flew out from the blind spot of his bones in an instant!

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"Game, 4-2, Neon Team, Atobe Keigo, Irie Kanata..."

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"I'm so sorry, my target has never been you..."

Atobe looked at Bismarck quietly, and then slowly spoke.

Relying on his tacit cooperation with Irie, no matter how Seyfried fights back, it will be affected...

And as long as Bismarck fights back, they will create conditions for the next blind spot!

Unless Seyfried isn't on the court.

Otherwise, Bismarck would never be able to get rid of this blind spot.

Bismarck: "..."

"You bastard, you actually treat me like a weakling!"

Seyfried frowned, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead...

From the anger and shame at the beginning to surprise and unwillingness... until now, all he felt was loss.

In this doubles match, he was really at his wits end.

"Now, there is no point in being anxious... just finish this game with peace of mind..."

Bismarck didn't say much, threw the tennis ball to Seyfried, and waited quietly for the opponent to serve.

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Bang!

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"15-0, German team, Bismarck..."

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Bang!

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"15-15..."

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Bang!

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"Game, 5-2, Neon Team..."

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"Game, 6-4, Neon team wins!"

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In the next few minutes, Bismarck single-handedly pulled back two more games, but in the end he could not change the final outcome.

Under the constant attacks from both sides, Seyfried's defense line collapsed thousands of miles...

The spectators outside the stadium were a little unbelievable when they saw the German team losing like this...

"What are the backgrounds of those two guys... actually defeated Bismarck..."

"Although it's a coincidence, it's really surprising..."

"Atobe, Atobe—!"

"..."

"Well done, but although you won by luck, the final result will not change in any way..."

After the end, the two sides walked to the center of the court and shook hands. Bismarck said calmly, "The victory in the warm-up match will eventually belong to us, Germany..."

"Is it?"

Atobe smiled, with a noncommittal look on his face, "I'll be waiting for you then..."