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"Game, 3-0..."

Competition venue...

Maoli swung the racket, then lay down on the ground, bubbles coming out of the tip of his nose...

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"Score again! What happened to that guy?"

"He actually used many unreasonable postures to defeat Edgar's 'technical tennis'!"

"It's bad!"

"..."

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"As expected of Senior Maori, Dream Tennis is really strong..."

Kirihara clenched his fists, and after speaking, he slowly glanced at Atobe and Miyashita...

Although Hyokui also has a "Dream Tennis", in his opinion, the gross profit is still much stronger!

"Yes, once he enters the state, his concentration will quickly increase and he can instantly judge the opponent's movements and ball type!"

Phoenix said slowly.

"But...the coaches found through scientific investigation that Maori seemed to be in a deep sleep..."

Jia Zhi Fengduo opened his mouth and said.

"It is precisely because I am in a state of deep sleep that I have no distracting thoughts..." Miyashita said with a smile, "With his naturally relaxed body, he shows concentration beyond the limit. He is worthy of being a Mori senior!"

The state of the sixth sense has allowed Maori to ignore Edgar's "wonderful theater".

This can be regarded as a different kind of restraint.

Of course...Maori is not without any flaws!

After Miyashita finished speaking, he glanced at Jonnar.

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"Are there any guys with backbone in the Neon Team..."

On the other side, on the rest bench...

Edgar raised his hands, put the racket under his arm, and glanced at Mauli.

Then he smiled to himself and said, "However, a situation like the one where he was won five consecutive games just now will never happen again!"

"E...Edgar..."

Suddenly, Jonard came to Edgar's side, his face turned pale, "Yes...I'm sorry..."

"Didn't the data be collected?"

Edgar looked at Maoli and said in a deep voice.

"Do not……"

Jonard glanced timidly at Mitsugu opposite him, looking a little pained, "Yes...my data has been overloaded..."

"What do you mean?"

Edgar was stunned.

Can data be overloaded? This is the first time he has heard of it!

"As expected of Mitsuya-senpai, your data intrusion seems to have almost taken effect!"

Suddenly, Edgar saw Maoli yawning and stretching opposite him.

"He has a strong sense of prevention...but he finally succeeded..."

Mitsuya looked at Jonnar with a faint smile, "Now that the data has been abolished, you can't even transmit data for Edgar, right?"

"I……"

Jonnar's round little face was full of panic.

"Data intrusion?"

Edgar looked at Maoli solemnly.

"That's right, for senior Mitsuya..." Maori said with a smirk on his lips, "Data is his weapon!"

Both are "data tennis", there are also weak and strong...

As Liu's "teacher", Mitsuya can even use data and instill it directly into Jonnar's mind!

In other words, although Jonard has been collecting data, he has collected invalid and messy data!

"I see……"

Edgar narrowed his eyes.

The next moment, he suddenly looked at Jonnar with ill intentions and said, "Then there's nothing we can do!"

"Ah...no, don't..."

Jonnar couldn't help but take a few steps back and looked at his companion timidly.

"Come on, soon!"

Swish!

Edgar instantly took out some pen and ink.

"Okay... okay, as long as the French team can win, even if it is ugly, there is nothing we can do about it..." Jonard looked aggrieved, "Please, you must make it look better..."

"Do not move!!"

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After a few strokes of sketching, Jonard's momentum suddenly changed, his short hair flying in the wind... his momentum became wild!

"Hahaha, if you are really a data expert, then try giving me some data again!"

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"Hey, Jonard's momentum has changed!"

“I don’t feel like a person anymore!”

"Edgar...how did you do it!"

"..."

Outside the court, many people suddenly exclaimed when they saw that Jonard seemed to have changed.

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"The game continues..."

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Bang!

Jonard threw the tennis ball vigorously, and then swung the racket wantonly!

"No, his data has completely changed?!"

Mitsugu was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, the tennis ball flew away from the court with astonishing speed...

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"15-0! France!"

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"Come again!"

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Bang!

Another ball swing...

Immediately afterwards, a powerful force directly knocked Mori's racket away...!

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"What's going on? Why has the style of play changed?"

Outside the court, Horio looked confused and his eyes widened.

Seeing Mouri and Mitsugu continuously counterattacking, he thought he had an opportunity.

I didn’t expect it to turn around again so quickly!

"It just took some dye, and the result was..."

Katsuro and others also looked puzzled.

"The French team...is really not that simple. They are indeed the No. 3 strong team!"

Oishi exclaimed.

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"Those paints are a form of hypnosis..."

On the other side, Camus seemed to be explaining or muttering to himself, "It is precisely because of his trust and admiration for Edgar that this magic can be reproduced in Jonard..."

"Magic... is as powerful as ninjutsu!"

There was a trace of yearning in Doron's eyes.

Then he thought of something, took out a few ninja darts, and kept scanning the people under the palace...

He doesn't know who his opponent is... He can't wait...

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Bang!

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"Game, 1-3, France!"

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Bang!

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"Game...2-3!"

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Bang!

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"Game, 4-3...the French team wins this game!"

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"Oops, I didn't expect the other party to be hypnotized!"

Yukimura said helplessly.

"In the qualifying group stage, they didn't use it at all..." Inui Sadaharu pushed up his glasses and frowned, "Relevant data must be obtained again!"

"Even if it is obtained, the effect will not be very great..." Irie thought for a moment and shook his head, "Edgar may have more than one kind of hypnosis. For intelligence gathering players, this is the most difficult to deal with. Yes, if there are others..."

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Bang!

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"The angle of incidence of the ball is 32 degrees, and the initial velocity is..."

"No, it should be 33 degrees...the tennis ball has been given an extra spin..."

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Bang!

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"Flat-hitting tennis, the force is controlled at...wait, the ejection angle of the tennis ball changes subtly..."

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Bang!

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"Game, 5-4, French team..."

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"call……"

Mitsugu corrected the data in his mind again and again, and then looked at Jonnar warily.

But the next moment, Edgar approached his companions again and took out the dye from Jonard's back...

"It seems that you have collected almost all the data?"

He waved his hand, and then a ghost makeup appeared on Jonnar's face, "But that's just in vain... My doll can be dyed in any color!"