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"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Why, tennis hasn't told you how to beat me yet!"

As the competition became more and more intense, Soji Hata took the time to ask Camus cheerfully.

Camus also smiled lightly, and his eyes were as warm as water, with a love that can make people melt.

"Don't try to challenge the tacit understanding between me and tennis. You won't understand our relationship."

"Peng!"

"Really? Although I don't understand your relationship with tennis, why don't you give it a try?"

As he said that, a flash of sharpness flashed in Bantian Souji's eyes.

"Try to see if you can understand my goal!"

"Huh~~"

In an instant, everyone in the entire stadium felt the flow of wind. With Souji Hatada at the center, a terrifying storm was gradually gathering.

Camus' eyes narrowed.

Are you about to take action?

Ever since watching Souji Hata play, Camus attached great importance to Souji Hata.

"My lover told me that you are very special, and I am also looking forward to a battle with you, so I placed myself at No. 3 in the singles, just to experience your strength, Souji Hatada!"

Camus thought of this and his eyes were extremely focused.

"Just come over here!"

"Peng!"

Hata Souji hit the tennis ball with a sharp stroke.

With the blessing of the strong wind, the tennis ball seemed to be hidden in the howling wind, and the ball was overpowered before it even arrived.

Overwhelming, no blind spots!

Camus' expression remained unchanged, his eyes did not waver at all, and he faced the strong wind calmly.

The racket in his hand is lying in front of him.

"Break this wind for me, my love."

Then a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he waved it out violently.

"call!"

Just like the waves hitting the rocks, Camus is a solid and unshakable rock. The racket in his hand snaps vertically, as if it has cut out endless sharp edges, breaking through the heavy wind pressure, revealing the tennis ball hidden inside.

Looking at the tennis ball showing its true appearance, Camus smiled faintly.

"I finally meet you."

There was gentleness in his careful movements, as if a gentleman was caressing delicate flowers.

"Peng!"

When the racket hit the tennis ball, Camus suddenly showed an unexpected expression, and at the same time, he smiled as if he was admiring a rose but was pricked, showing a reasonable smile.

"You are indeed very extraordinary!"

After a dull word of appreciation, Camus raised his arm and the tennis ball flew high into the air.

At this moment, Soji Hatada jumped into the wind with a confident smile on his lips.

"Didn't your lover tell you to be careful with this ball?"

Surrounded by the breeze, he is indescribably free and freehand.

Faced with Souji Hatada's teasing, Camus did not panic at all and still wore an elegant smile.

"How do you know? She didn't tell you?"

Humph! Then give it a try!

Hata Souji smiled and dunked the tennis ball down hard.

"call!"

It was like a tornado falling from the sky, clearing all obstacles in front of the tennis ball.

Is it this surprising resistance again?

Camus' thick golden ponytail was blown high, but he stood on one foot, as if he were weak and boneless, and began to dance with the wind.

The wind, which was originally so strong and unrivaled, was unable to make it take even half a step back.

The fallen Souji Hatada opened his eyes slightly. This guy was using the power of the wind to fight against the wind. The racket in his hand seemed to give him guidance, and he avoided most of the wind that hit him while waving.

"This is the power of love."

After persisting, Camus looked at the tennis ball in front of him, smiling, as if dancing, soft and natural, hitting the tennis ball smoothly and smoothly.

"Peng!"

Camus' movements seemed slow and gentle, but the tennis ball he hit was very strong and fast, and the timing was perfect, aiming at the gap where Souji Hatada's feet were about to fall.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as it landed, the tennis ball had already flown past Souji Hatada.

This guy is really not simple.

Hatada Souji and Camus briefly looked at each other. In both sides' eyes, there was no relaxation in thinking they had won, or the unwillingness to fall short, but rather admiration and caution for each other.

My lover told me that you will not lose so easily.

Under Camus's indifferent eyes, the figure of Souji Hatada who was looking at him suddenly became illusory, and then, without any audience reacting, the figure of Souji Hatada suddenly appeared in front of the tennis ball.

The audience opened their mouths in surprise and looked at Souji Hata in disbelief.

"He was obviously not in that position before!"

"Can you catch up with me like this? That's amazing!"

"I didn't see him move at all!"

Irie Kanata smiled and said: "Is it fast? I think Bantian seems to have waited a little longer."

Tokugawa Kazuya nodded.

"I think he probably did this on purpose to confuse his opponent."

Oni Jujiro calmly shook his head.

"It's a pity that in front of Camus, these little tricks are ineffective."

Toyama Kintaro raised his arms and cheered: "No matter what! Go ahead! Souji!"

I have deliberately pressed down the time to this point, but it still doesn’t make you take it lightly!

Out of the corner of his eye, Souji Hatada stared at Camus who was still maintaining a defensive posture on the opposite side, feeling both regretful and happy at the same time.

It's a pity that I couldn't defeat Camus, but I'm also happy.

However, while admiring it, Mr. Hatada also felt deep pressure.

Camus deserves to be the captain of the French team, ranked third in the world.

It was also the strongest opponent that Souji Hata faced in the World Championship.

So powerful that it seems invulnerable.

Souji Hata has not felt this pressure for a long time!

【Wind Wheel Stands Two】

"Whoosh!"

It's like a spear thrust out.

The speed of the tennis ball increased again, and the strong spin flew towards Camus.

"Honestly, it was a pretty strong goal."

Camus sighed with emotion, and the pink light around him became even more brilliant.

Soft, gentle and intoxicating.

Standing on one foot, dancing lightly, the racket seems to turn into a soft ribbon, wrapping the tennis ball, containing and transforming all the force and rotation on it, and then...

"Whoosh!"

It's really difficult.
To be continued...