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"Oh!"

"Oh!"

With this continuous pulling, Seyfried could clearly feel that Beichen's return speed began to slow down!

"It seems that my method worked!"

Seyfried thought excitedly.

off the field.

Some middle school students started to speak:

"This is Seyfried's signature tactic. He once said that the best offense is defense. As long as he doesn't take the initiative to attack, he won't reveal any weaknesses."

"And he keeps looking for his opponent's weaknesses so he can deliver a severe blow in an instant!"

"It looks like he has found his rhythm."

Bismarck curled his lips and said disdainfully:

"Stupid, look carefully again, who has found the rhythm?"

Bismarck said this.

Everyone began to observe carefully.

really.

Upon closer inspection, I realized something was wrong.

Although Beichen's return was getting weaker and weaker, but...

His range of activities became smaller and smaller.

Originally, the distance he needed to run was about four or five steps, but gradually, it was reduced to two or three steps.

And now, he almost stood still, only taking a step occasionally.

On the other hand, Seyfried.

The defense was indeed very good, but every time they had to run all over the court and use a lot of strength to return the ball.

And the most puzzling thing is.

Every time he returned the ball, it flew naturally to where Beichen was standing as if it was attracted by a magnet.

"What's going on here? Why did Seyfried hit the ball towards Beichen? What's the difference between this and feeding the ball?"

Everyone was stunned!

But Seyfried has her own troubles.

Feed the ball?

How can it be!

He is not a fool, how could he feed the ball to his opponent in such a competition?

In fact, he didn't understand it either.

I clearly wanted to hit the ball towards the sideline, but how did it inexplicably fly towards Beichen?

Once or twice, he thought it was a mistake.

However, this has happened dozens of times in a row and it can no longer be explained by mistakes.

But in just three minutes, he was sweating profusely.

His golden hair was no longer flowing, but was wet with sweat and stuck to his scalp in a mess.

"Is it because... his return ball has a unique spin?!"

at last.

During the continuous ball returns, he guessed the reason.

But the more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt Beichen was.

Theoretically, there is only one way to do this.

That is, when hitting the ball, Beichen applies corresponding rotation to the ball.

After you hit the ball, the ball will produce corresponding spin due to the previously added rotation, which can make the ball automatically return to a position within one step around you.

But, no matter what, it only works in theory!

Can Beichen really accurately calculate the angle and strength of the ball's rotation and make the tennis ball return to him at will?

How much experience and extraordinary ball control does this require?

but.

Looking at Beichen's leisurely manner, he had to believe that all this was true.

"Even if it's really possible...I...I will never give up easily!"

Without any hesitation.

Seyfried gave up his best defense and used all his remaining strength to launch a powerful attack! !

off the field.

Looking at Seyfried who changed the rhythm of the attack, Bismarck touched his chin and said:

"This kid is not stupid. He knows that if he continues to defend, Beichen will only wear him down... But it seems that such a desperate resistance will only make Beichen laugh."

On the field.

Seyfried was like an indestructible cockroach, he chose to attack stubbornly. Although he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, his clumsiness was kind of cute.

Beichen almost laughed out loud and said:

"Without a response strategy, giving up defense, which is your best skill, and rashly choosing to attack is a big taboo on the court."

"Oh!"

"You didn't know how to adjust the swing angle, and your intention was too obvious. I knew where you wanted to hit it with my eyes closed."

"Oh!"

"They focus on the front court, but leave the back court wide open. They are eager to win, but fail to be meticulous. Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

"Oh!"

"You have too many questions!"

Every time Beichen said a word.

He used a little more force to return the ball, and Seyfried's face became uglier.

Under the continuous, tidal-like bombardment, his arms had lost all feeling and he could only swing the racket numbly.

When Beichen said the last sentence, "There are too many problems", finally.

This ball suddenly burst into a bright golden tongue of fire!

Countless tiny light particles spread out all over the sky, and the entire space was shrouded in white light!

"That is!"

The tennis ball seemed to have turned into a golden flame that burned everything, stirring up a strong wind and rushing towards Sefried!

"That's... a light shot?!"

Every single spectator in the audience was horrified. The momentum from that ball was so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe just by looking at it!

"Get out of the way!"

Someone couldn't help but remind him.

Seyfried himself was so frightened that he stood there in a daze.

This gorgeous tennis ball flew over, at that moment.

He actually had the thought that he was going to be completely destroyed, to the point where he couldn't even move! !

"Bang!!"

There was a loud bang.

Everyone quickly covered their eyes.

After a few seconds, everyone slowly took their hands away.

only saw.

Behind Seyfried, there was a ball pit with a diameter of half a meter, and the rubber floor gave off a few whiffs of burnt odor...

Hiss! !

The whole audience gasped.

Is this still playing tennis?

This is killer tennis!

Especially the junior high school students who are new to the training camp.

No one could have imagined it.

Seyfried, who was invincible in the youth training camp, was crushed so cruelly and ruthlessly.

The overwhelming strength displayed by Beichen completely conquered them.

The high school students were not surprised by this result at all, because they were as ignorant as Seyfried back then, and were also crushed.

"If I'm not mistaken, the move just now was... "Light Strike: Flame", right?"

Bismarck put away his cynical look and asked seriously.

QP nodded.

"That's right. Only Beichen can perform this kind of light shot."

Light hitting can be seen as the threshold to becoming a world-class player. Many people can perform it, but if you can add your own understanding to light hitting, it will be different!

Even he didn't dare to respond rashly to the "Light Ball·Fluorescent Flame" that Beichen had just hit.

Bismarck shrugged and said:

"I can only hope that this kid hasn't suffered any psychological trauma from the beating..."

On the field.

Seyfried stood there in a daze, his mind blank.

Leitru stepped forward to smooth things over and said:

"Okay, Seyfried, return to the team. If Beichen hadn't shown mercy, do you think you would still be standing here?"

that's it.

Seyfried was helped down by several students.

Beichen didn't take defeating Seyfried seriously. After all, countless people had been defeated by this so-called genius.

After arranging today's training targets for the high school students, he said to Retru:

"Coach, please come with me."

Leitru followed him to the office, and Beichen took out a bound document from the drawer and handed it over.

"This is……"

Retru simply flipped through a few pages and was amazed!

This is actually a tennis teaching book.

Although the format is still a bit rough.

But the content is all-encompassing, basically breaking down the principles of tennis and explaining them in a popular way, and it is easy to understand, which is very consistent with Beichen's personal style.

It can be said that all tennis instruction books on the market can be crushed into pieces in seconds. Once published, it will be in great demand!

"This is the teaching outline I compiled over the past two years. I named it "Elements of Tennis Geometry."

"I will be able to finish organizing it in a month at most, and then you can use it to guide the team members."