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"It shouldn't be that simple..."

Outside the stadium, Camus frowned slightly and watched Shiraishi's movements.

The next moment, Shiraishi's body flashed again and moved again...

Bang!

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An afterimage flashed again, and then the tennis ball that was hit back by Tristan was smashed back by Shiraishi again!

And this time is different from last time!

Moro, who was receiving the serve, didn't even have time to counterattack, and the racket was knocked out...

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"Game, the first set is over. Neon representative team Shiraishi Kuranosuke and Kimijima Ikuto won, the score is 6-3..."

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"Won! Great!"

"Shiraishi!"

"Shiraishi!"

"It's so perfect. Shiraishi doesn't have any blind spots at all. With one against two, he doesn't even lose!"

"..."

Outside the stadium, many spectators looked at Shiraishi and then burst into amazing cheers.

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"As expected, hahaha, so what if the French team is ranked third, they still lost to us, they are indeed Shiraishi!"

Horio also stood in front of the auditorium, constantly cheering.

"There's still one game left. As long as we win... doubles two, we can win the game!"

Katsuro nodded heavily.

"It's strange, have any of you seen Sakurano... I obviously said I would arrive in a while, but it took so long..."

Kosakada scratched his head, a little worried.

"Isn't she lost?"

Katsuo thought.

"I'm going out for a while, call me during the game..."

Ryoma also caught a glimpse of Ryuzaki's absence, and then found Miyashita to speak.

"Well, leave early and come back early, and bring the person back intact..." Miyashita smiled meaningfully.

Ryoma: "..."

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"The second set begins. In the first game, the Neon team representative serves..."

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clap clap.

Two minutes later, Shiraishi took care of Kimijima's injury and then walked onto the court again.

Now... Kimijima's injury situation is not optimistic.

The knee was completely swollen and it was almost difficult to support the right leg. It had been massaged by a doctor and had improved slightly.

But still couldn't fully participate in the game.

Therefore, Shiraishi knows that he can only rely on himself in this game.

However, he was not worried and showed an unparalleled confidence.

Even if it was one against two, he believed that he would never lose!

……

clap clap clap...

Bang!

The tennis ball was pulled by Shiraishi, and then quickly shot towards Tristan...

Round table whipping!

The light yellow tennis balls kept intersecting and soon turned into a circle!

Among the five dimensions, Shiraishi can also specialize in skills, so this move is even more tricky and faster than before!

Swish!

Tristan jumped up and swung the racket...

However, the next moment the racket was emptied, the tennis ball flew out like an afterimage and bounced out!

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"15-0..."

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"Come again!"

Facing Moro, Shiraishi smiled at the corner of his mouth, then made a half-bow jump, and used all his strength to hit the tennis ball vigorously!

呲呲呲!

In an instant, the tennis ball exploded in the air, and then flew away from Moro's racket! !

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"30-0..."

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"The gap is too big. Shiraishi can strengthen his power to '7', while Moro's power is only '5'..."

In the waiting area outside the venue, Edgar Delacroix frowned and said.

"Then...then you won't lose, right?"

Jonel San George is petite, wearing round glasses, and his small face is full of worry.

"Based on the overall situation, the chance of winning is indeed less than 50%..." Camus nodded lightly.

"It's over, it's really time to eat..."

Oshowaru scratched his head.

"Why are you having a feast? Don't learn so many outrageous words..." Edgar glared at the other person speechlessly.

Although he is French, he likes ninjas and Eastern culture...

It’s so inconsistent with their art…

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Bang!

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"Game, 1-0, Neon Team... Kuranosuke Shiraishi..."

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Bang!

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"Game, 2-0..."

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Bang!

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On the court, Kimijima swung the racket several times, then stepped aside again.

He now has no power to fight back at all, and in order to avoid being taken as a weakness, he doesn't show off too much...

Just be a good tool for hair extensions...

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"Game, 3-0..."

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"This won't work. Baishi's strength far exceeds ours..."

"Yes, we must find other ways..."

"Kimijima is a flaw, but without Kimijima's Shiraishi, it will be difficult for us..."

"..."

On the rest bench, Morrow and Tristan were panting from exhaustion.

Compared with them, Shiraishi looked relaxed and comfortable, and could not tell how tired he was...

"By the way, I told you about a possibility before, do you remember it?"

Suddenly, Morrow looked at Tristan eagerly.

"You're talking about..." Tristan thought of something.

But he quickly shook his head, feeling that it was unlikely, "No chance... that's not tennis..."

"How will you know if you don't try?" Moro glanced at Bai Shi solemnly, "Besides, the result can't be any worse..."

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"The game continues with Dimody Moro of the French team serving..."

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Swish!

Morrow, who had regained his energy, seemed to have regained his confidence and resumed his pose.

Then he quickly dropped the racket while the tennis ball was falling!

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"Morro! Moro!"

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"It's useless. Now the spirit of the two of you can no longer affect me..."

Shiraishi pulled his arm and then swung the racket again.

Then the tennis ball turned into afterimages again, flying out like discs!

"It's now……"

Tristan and Morrow looked at each other, and then their bodies crossed again.

Then the two of them moved at the same time, posing and hitting the tennis ball!

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"I see, because they often pose for photos together, these two people have almost the same feelings..."

Inui Sadaharu spoke slowly.

"It's really good to return tennis in this way..." Mitsugu nodded, "But there seems to be something missing..."

"There is indeed something missing. Connecting minds is not the goal. Perhaps, they are pursuing a realm beyond mind-to-mind communication!"

Miyashita said with a smile on his face.

"That is……"

Many people around were stunned.

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Swish!

Tristan's racket misses...

However, Moro behind him found the right angle and instantly caught the tennis ball...

Immediately afterwards, the two switched positions again and quickly shot the tennis ball out.

Tatata!

Shiraishi quickly dodged and picked up the tennis ball again!

Although he was one against two, his physical strength was not consumed too much after the specialization of his physique.

This ball... has special strength!

"You must block it!"

Tristan raised his head and glanced at his father in the audience, and then pushed forward again!

At the same time, Moro seemed to feel something and raised his head.