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"Has this kind of power started to be wholesaled?"

Kirihara looked at Seyfried's figure with resentment on his face again...

But even if he doesn't master Tianyi, he still has a chance. He just needs to play the kind of tennis he did yesterday...

That is...a concentrated explosion!

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"I want to ask for something?"

After thinking about it, Kirihara looked at Tanegashima, his eyes flickering, "Give us two a chance to play a singles game!"

"That kind of thing...as long as the coach agrees, I have no objection..." After hearing this, Zaneshima smiled and spread his hands.

"whatever……"

Mifune glanced at Kirihara with an expression of indifference.

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At the same time... there seemed to be a tacit understanding between the two parties, and Seyfried also said to Bismarck, "I want to end it with him using my own strength!"

"But this is a doubles match..." Bismarck smiled, but then waved his hand theatrically, "It may not be impossible, but only for this round..."

"One round is enough!"

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clap clap clap!

Seyfried tapped the tennis ball and fixed his gaze on Kirihara. The next moment, his reserved light shone brighter!

"Come on! Look out, Mr. Yukimura, I will definitely defeat this guy and show off those flawless guys!"

Kirihara yelled, then concentrated all his energy and rushed towards the tennis ball!

Echizen Ryoma: "?"

Xiaojin: "?"

Tezuka: "?"

Ghost: "What does this kid...have to do with us?!"

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Bang!

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Bang!

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"It's perfect...it's so ridiculous!"

Tatata!

In an instant, Kirihara's racket struck again, hitting the tennis ball hard...

The next moment, the tennis ball flew out!

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"15-0, Neon Team, Kirihara Akaya!"

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"That guy has improved so much..."

Marui was a little shocked.

"Obviously last night, I couldn't even attack..." Echizen Ryoma thought of something and spoke quietly.

"This is Kirihara. The scary thing about him is his attention. When he focuses all his attention on tennis,

And by holding your breath and bursting out, there is the possibility of a seamless counterattack! "

Liu Renji slowly explained.

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"This guy...this guy!"

Seyfried swung the racket again and again, then got a little impatient.

But suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something!

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Swish!

The tennis ball spun quietly and was easily swatted back by him! The next moment, it flew directly from Kirihara's middle baseline!

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"15-15, Germany, Seyfried!"

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"I see, your explosion can only maintain a pulling force, which means... as long as it lasts more than ten seconds, your power will decay rapidly, and you can't stop my power at all!"

Seyfried smiled and said.

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"Oops, Kirihara's shortcomings have been seen through!"

Outside the court, Kikumaru looked solemn.

"Indeed, his concentrated burst ultimately involves holding his breath, but there is a time limit... The best state is often ten seconds..."

Liu frowned and nodded slowly.

"This means that if Chiya wants to score, he must score within ten seconds of each serve..."

Gan looked in agreement and added something.

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Bang!

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"Game, 1-0, German team, Seyfried..."

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"Ten seconds... I really wish for it!"

Kirihara wiped his sweat and picked up the tennis ball...

Then he cracked his knuckles and hit the tennis ball...

Knuckle serve!

"Your target is your knees, it's so obvious!"

Seyfried laughed, then took a step back and made a quick cut...and then the tennis ball shot up into the air.

"Drink-"

Bang!

Suddenly, a black shadow obscured his sight, and then Kirihara's body buckled in mid-air, and a volley fell quickly!

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Bang!

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"15-0, Team Neon... Akaya Kirihara!"

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"Ten seconds is enough!"

He glanced at Seyfried with piercing eyes, and then Kirihara made a handsome move with the racket!

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"It's amazing, I can win in ten seconds!"

"Come on, Kirihara!"

"Neon! Neon! Neon! Neon!"

"..."

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Bang!

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"30-0, neon..."

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Bang!

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"40-0..."

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Bang!

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"Game, 1-1..."

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"Score!"

Horio and others cheered!

"What a quick attack. As long as you persist, you will definitely win!" Katsuro said.

"That's right, that's perfect. It's truly Kirihara!" Katsuo's face was full of excitement!

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Bang!

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"Game, 2-1...German team..."

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Bang!

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"Game, 2-2..."

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Score after score, catch up again and again, and soon both men began to pant.

But compared to Seyfried, Kirihara's expression was as excited as ever!

"Taneshima-senpai, I will definitely win this game!"

The excited Kelp shook his head, and then Kirihara smiled and waved excitedly to Taneshima!

"Then leave it to you, special attack captain."

Taneshima blinked and couldn't help but smile due to Kirihara's influence.

"Come on, kneel down and bow before my explosive power!"

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"What an inexplicable guy. This is the first time I've met him..."

Seyfried had beads of sweat streaming down his forehead and his eyes were solemn.

This opponent's will is really unusual!

"Don't let your opponent disrupt your pace, just hold on for ten seconds..."

Bismarck leaned against the net and chuckled, "Ser, even if you lose, you can still be ranked second...if you win, you will be first..."

"second……"

Seyfried's eyes were full of unwillingness.

From childhood to adulthood, he has experienced a life of second place.

At an early age, his tennis talent was noticed.

However... in all competitions, without exception, he has never won first place.

Even when he was specially recruited by Germany as a junior high school student selection candidate... he was still ranked second...

Frankensteiner...another big mountain stood in front of him.

There was no other way. He tried his best to get first place...but fate seemed to be playing a joke on him.

Tezuka Kunimitsu!

Although that person came from Neon, his talent really made him jealous...

He challenges him every night and continues to push himself.

Finally... he realized that it was perfect, and was selected by the coach, and qualified to play in this semi-final...

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Bang!

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"15-0, Seyfried..."

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Bang!

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"30-15..."

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"5, 6, 7..."

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Bang!

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"8, 9, 10..."

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Bang!

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"40-30, Germany, Seyfried!"

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