The Prince of Tennis Perfect Tennis

"Um..." Trace Department was speechless for a while, and then said loudly: "Of course you want to fight, are you ready to indulge in Ben...My beautiful skills? Lin."

"A big man who uses the words'beautiful skill' which makes a lady is wrong. I misunderstood it. In fact, are you a woman?" Wei Yilin teased, defining the uncle of the department in one sentence. Above the identity of the pseudo-mother.

"Um..." The trace department felt a tightness in his chest, and he felt depressed and wanted to vomit blood.

Is this kid infected by the little witch?Why do you always find it difficult with my uncle!

Ruobu thought silently that he would simply stop doing so many garish things, or he would be despised by Wei Yilin again. This game would not need to be played. Even depressed would make him lose all his fighting power.

"Just start!" Tracebu said helplessly.

"That's right, how good a simple game like this is, and making so many boring things is a waste of time and life." Finally, after "education", Wei Yilin slowed down. When he reached the bottom line, he said: "Looking at you so depressed, let you serve in the first game."

After that, Wei Yilin signaled the referee that the game could start.

"Punch~~~!"

The people of Qingxue looked at Wei Yilin with smiles at Jing Wu, the minister of the Ice Emperor where he was "education". They never thought that Wei Yilin could be so funny.

"The match begins, singles, Qing Xuewei Yilin VS Bingdi Jibu Jingwu, in the first game, Jibe Jingwu serves!"

The referee, who was signaled by Wei Yilin, immediately announced the course, and he had waited a long time.

"My uncle doesn't need you to let it." Hearing the referee's voice, Trace Department held the sentence into his mouth depressed, and reluctantly took the tennis ball to the left serving point.

"My uncle will definitely beat you, Lin!"

Picking up the tennis ball, Jibu quickly adjusted his state, and his desire for victory exploded without restraint. The words of Wei Yilin did not affect him in the slightest.

"Not bad!"

Wei Yilin praised in his heart, but said indifferently: "Let's wait and see!"

"it has started!"

Trace Department solemnly reminded Wei Yilin that the mentality of playing just now disappeared completely, and the faint aura spread from Trace Department to make Wei Yilin's heart startle.

Throw the ball, jump, hit the ball!

With the sound of "Bang!!!", Trace sent the tennis ball out, no matter the power or speed, the hearts of everyone watching were shocked.

Just looking at this powerful serve, it can be seen that the strength of the trace department is definitely not to be underestimated.

However, for this kind of serve, Wei Yilin curled his mouth in disdain, and moved quickly under his feet, allowing the Qingxue people to use a very familiar trick.

"Perfect counterattack!"

"boom!!!"

At the moment when the track department just landed, Wei Yilin's return shot had already returned to the half court where the track department was located, and the distance and speed of the ball was definitely a height that was beyond the reach of anyone.

"15-0"

"No matter how many times I watch it, I think A Lin's trick is really surprising." Jumaru muttered.

"That's right! Regardless of timing, movement, or power, this return is the perfect return for a throwing serve, a perfect return, and a well-deserved name." Dashi sighed in agreement.

"Is it a perfect counterattack? Lin, if you don't see it in person, this move is really unbelievable." Tracebe said lightly, and didn't feel the slightest panic when Wei Yilin broke a ball.

"Tentative?"

Wei Yilin knew it, with a faint smile on his face, and confidently replied: "If your serve is only to this extent, then it is unceremonious to say that I will win this game!"

"Really?" Trace Department also showed a smile, threw the ball forward, and smiled: "What about this trick? Can you still use your perfect counterattack?"

As soon as the voice fell, the trail jumped up, using his powerful wrist power to cut and strike out from high to downward.

At the same time, when he landed, Trace Department did not forget: "This trick was prepared for Tezuka. Now, let me try it on Lin you!"

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Chapter Twenty-Three vs Trace Department (Part 1)

"Really?" Trace Department also showed a smile, threw the ball forward, and smiled: "What about this trick? Can you still use your perfect counterattack?"

As soon as the voice fell, Trace Department used his powerful wrist power to cut from high to low.

At the same time, when hitting the ball, Tracebe did not forget: "This trick was prepared for Tezuka. Now, let me try it on Lin you!"

As soon as the voice fell, the orange + colored tennis ball turned into a beam of light and shot towards Wei Yilin!

The speed of the ball is very fast, even if it is still a little bit behind Wei Yilin's "Yiyong", but it is definitely not far off!

"this is......"

"That trick?"

Everyone in the Ice Emperor glanced at each other, and they all saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Wei Yilin turned a deaf ear to what Trace Department said, fully activated his insight, and carefully watched every move of the tennis ball.

"Falling point: bottom line, ball speed: 189 kilometers per hour, rotation speed..."

Thinking of this, Wei Yilin's heart shuddered, and secretly said a bad cry.

I saw that after Trace's serve landed precisely on the bottom line, it turned out to be like a non-two Yan flashing back. It almost never bounced, slashed parallel to the ground, and fell behind Wei Yilin.

And Wei Yilin, standing motionless, didn't seem to react at all.Because facing this serve, even Wei Yilin couldn't think of a way to crack it for the time being, so he simply didn't catch the ball at all to save energy.

"15-15"

"Sure enough!" The Ice Emperor knew it in their hearts, and it was indeed the serve they had seen, the service that the trace department had been training so hard.

Different from the calmness in their hearts, the Qingxue people can't conceal the surprise in their hearts, because this serve, no matter how you look at it, is so similar to the non-two Yan flashback. The difference is that one serves and the other is. Just hit the ball back.

And, to a certain extent, the serve of the trace is more advantageous than the unique Yan flashback, because the serve must be received after the tennis ball has landed, and the return of the ball does not wait for the tennis ball. Land and hit the ball directly.

"Good serve!"

Wei Yilin gave a heartfelt compliment. What Qingxue people can think of, he can naturally think that he has not thought of using the spinning racket that he often uses that contains the profound meaning of Tai Chi, like cracking the Yan flashback Crack, but with a heavy load, the timing is too difficult to grasp at such a high speed.

Moreover, even if it can pull a certain distance, it may not be able to return the ball. After all, the speed of the ball is too fast. Wei Yilin is a human, not a god, and it is impossible to easily crack any ball skills.

"Is it just good?" Tracebe said dissatisfied: "Don't you indulge in my beauty... Uh, under the skills?"

"Don't be too narcissistic!" Wei Yilin said lightly: "It's just a serve, it's not worth my intoxication."