On the court, the four of them didn't have much communication, but their eyes sparkled.
Although Neon defeated the French team, Mark Weir of the American team looked extremely arrogant and did not take Chitose and Tachibana seriously at all.
Today's Tachibana is far less gentle than Fudomine. Today, he is a truly ferocious lion with a fiery temper.
Now seeing Mark Will with his eyes higher than his head, Tachibana couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.
Outside the court, looking at Mark Weir's awesome appearance on the court, Shen Wuxin couldn't help but cursed "idiot" in his heart.
It was this guy who provoked Echizen Ryoma, who later joined the U.S. team, and was instantly killed by Echizen, causing him to kneel on the ground.
He felt that this guy totally deserved to end up like this.
Soon, both sides completed the selection of sides on the court with anger, and everyone returned to their positions.
"At the beginning of the game, Chitose Chisato and Tachibana Juping of the Neon team took the lead in serving."
After the referee finished speaking, Chitose and Tachibana looked at each other. They nodded gently, and Tachibana went directly to the baseline service area.
Huh...
The tennis ball was thrown high from Tachibana's hand and flew into the air. Then his body formed an arch shape and began to accumulate strength. Then he jumped up suddenly, raised his arm back high, and swung towards the tennis ball like a hammer.
Go down.
Boom...
A perfect serving posture and a violent banging sound caused the faces of the US team players on the sidelines to change.
In the stands, in the Australian player area, Noah saw Ju Juping's serve and muttered solemnly on his face: "What a powerful serve. These neon junior high school students are a bit too strong.
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On the court, Mark, who was in charge of catching the ball for the U.S. team, looked at the shadow of the ball coming toward him. His expression suddenly changed. He subconsciously slid his feet to the left and raised his right hand to block the ball, but in the end he was not in time. The tennis ball whizzed.
With a loud sound, it passed directly by his racket, and the violent air fluctuations caused by the speed of the ball made his cheek extremely painful.
"Asshole, I'm going to kill you."
Mark Will was very angry. If he hadn't dodged the ball in time, the tennis ball would have hit him directly in the eye. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel scared.
It's just that he doesn't know that Ju Juping is so violent when he plays ball now.
Chitose Chisato on the side couldn't help but shrink his eyes after seeing Tachibana's serve. He and Tachibana often practice against each other. Usually Tachibana's serve is not so fierce. It seems that the guy named Mark Will is this time.
Tachibana was completely annoyed.
"15:0, Neon Team Chitose Chitose, Tachibana Juping scored."
When the referee reported the score, the face of the American team's Mark Weir became a little cold. He picked up the tennis ball rolling beside him, but without any reason, he lifted the racket and it was like a tangerine.
Looking at the flying tennis ball, Tachibana did not give in at all to the sudden blow. He saw his right hand suddenly stretched forward, and the cannonball-like tennis ball was directly caught in the palm of Tachibana's hand: "This is our serve, right?"
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Although Ju Juping is fierce, his academic performance is good and he can communicate with others in English.
Looking at Tachibana who had a somewhat violent tone, Chitose Chisato who was standing next to him knew that Tachibana was really angry this time.
"Just giving you the ball."
Although he was surprised that his opponent could catch the ball out of thin air at such a close distance, he still didn't put it on his body. He had always had a dislike for yellow skin. He continued to speak viciously: "From now on, I will not let him
You get one more point."
When Ju Juping saw this, he sneered: "Really? Let's wait until you receive my serve."
Looking at the verbal exchange between the two on the court, Reinhardt on the sidelines frowned. This Mark Weir was a little too arrogant.
On the court, Tachibana said no more. He threw the ball high again, jumped up like a spring, and violently swung the tennis ball out again.
Boom...
The tennis ball collided violently with the racket, and immediately the tennis ball was like an orange whirlwind, with a sonic boom sound and flying towards the opposite side like a flame.
This is a serving move created by Tachibana Juping himself, the explosive ball.
The tennis ball hit the opposite half of the court with indomitable momentum.
"The ball is moving faster."
In the neon player area, looking at Tachibana's serve, Kami Noshin nodded slightly. He still remembered the duel with Tachibana when he was in junior high school. At that time, Tachibana's serve was only about 180KM, but looking at Tachibana's current serve, he compared
Things are no longer the same as they used to be.
"212KM."
Mitsugu on the side adjusted his glasses. Although his face was expressionless at the moment, the depth of his eyes still betrayed his surprised heart.
The current national team is too strong. Players whose serving speed exceeds 210KM include Kanna, Akutsu, Sanada, and this Tachibana Kippei.
"Orange's strength has also reached the national level."
Yukimura's words were very firm, and everyone around him nodded slightly in agreement.
On the court…
"30:0, Neon Team Chitose Chitose, Tachibana Juping scored."
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As he served again and scored, Ju Juping sneered at Mark Will. Although he was not the one receiving the ball, Mark Will was the only one who provoked him.
Seeing Tachibana laughing at him made Markwell hate Tachibana even more, and was ready to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson.
"This time, I will hit your serve back. I am very sure that I will never let you score again."
In response to Mark Weir's words, Tachibana just sneered, then raised his racket and sent the tennis ball out again.
Boom...
There was another explosion, and the tennis ball flew quickly to the opposite half. Seeing Ju Juping serve again, Mark ran directly towards the spot where the tennis ball landed.
"Go back!"
The moment the tennis ball bounced off the ground, Mark turned his wrist and swung it hard at the tennis ball. This was a standard half volley.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Although the speed of tennis is very fast, as long as I experience one ball, I can see his trajectory clearly."
But soon, the huge impact from his right hand caused his smile to freeze on his face.
Pata...
The tennis ball flew directly high into the sky, and the racket in his hand also fell out of his hand and fell to the ground with a snap.
"How is that possible?"
Mark Will just stood there blankly. The blond boy opposite him, how could he be so powerful!
"40:0, Neon Team Chitose Chitose, Tachibana Juping scored."
As the referee announced the score, the audience cheered enthusiastically.
"It doesn't seem difficult to score in your hands!"
Listening to Ju Juping's provocative words, Mark Weir was stunned, and his face gradually turned red: "Asshole!"
Squeaky...
He clenched his palms tightly and looked at Ju Juping with fire in his eyes. Just a minute ago, he had vowed twice not to let Ju Juping score another point. Now, he was simply being slapped in the face. p>
This made Mark Will, who had always been proud, almost vomit blood.
Then, Tachibana once again relied on serving to score another point from the American team.
Bang...
"Game, score 1:0, Neon representative team Chitose Qianli, Tachibana Juping is in the lead."