"This game is scored by Hyotei Academy Atobe Keigo, the score is 1:0."
...
Tannhäisser from the Atomo Department has already become stronger through hard training during these days.
The most outstanding point is naturally the aspect of ball control.
Although the rotation is still violent, the ball has been able to make the tennis ball fit the ground perfectly like a zero serve.
Faced with such a seemingly unsolvable serve, Fernandez was naturally helpless.
"Interesting! Really interesting!"
Fernandez seemed to have seen a favorite toy. Atobe's ability made him suddenly become interested in being listless.
How long had it been since he had met such a powerful peer.
After switching courts, it was Fernandez's turn to serve.
As Spain's rising star, Fernandez's name is well-known in the Spanish youth tennis world.
It's just that his behavior is a bit weird, so many people stay away from him.
But his strength has been recognized by everyone.
This is also the reason why Medanore specially called him to participate in this conference.
"Let's play!"
Fernandez sent the ball up, then twisted his upper body and shoulders and moved his arms to swing out.
Peng!
As soon as an expert takes action, he will know whether it is there or not.
Atobe's eyes were also more scrutinized, and the opponent's serve was very eye-catching in terms of ball speed, landing point, and other aspects.
However, this did not stop him from winning.
"World of Ice!"
As Atobe's spiritual power poured into his eyes, a chill suddenly spread.
Huge ice crystal prisms filled Fernandez's blind spots one by one.
"Freeze it for me!"
Peng!
With Atobe's low voice, an ice crystal prism shattered instantly.
As the tennis ball flew into Fernandez's fatal blind spot, the referee's voice also rang in everyone's ears.
"Game, Hyotei Academy Atobe Keigo, 15:0."
...
"Oh? This guy's performance is pretty good."
Kimijima Ikuto's eyes lit up.
Compared to the previous players, Atobe's performance was much stronger.
Daqu Ryuji rubbed his chin and said: "Are you specializing in the opponent's blind spot? This reminds me of a person."
Byodoin's face was as usual with his legs crossed.
Although Atobe's performance is pretty good, it is not worthy of praise for Byodoin.
It can only be said that it is barely enough to see.
On the field.
Fernandez looked at the racket in his hand. The frozen feeling just now made Fernandez unforgettable.
“Come again, come again!”
Fernandez was smiling, as if the point loss just now had no impact on him at all.
Naturally, Atobe would not be polite to Fernandez.
As the president of Hyotei, he must bring victory in this game to Hyotei.
"Freeze it for me!"
欻欻欻~~
The ice crystals reappeared, and Fernandez's eyes widened.
Although his consciousness clearly saw the icicles formed by the concentration of mental power, his body was completely unable to move.
Just as Atobe shouted.
He was...frozen.
Katcha~
The tennis ball flying from the front smashed the icicle.
The referee's voice sounded again at the moment Fernandez's body regained mobility.
"Game, Hyotei Academy Atobe Keigo, 30:0."
...
Peng!
Peng!
"Freeze it for me!"
Peng!
"This game is scored by Hyotei Academy Atobe Keigo, the score is 2:0."
...
Peng!
Peng!
"This game is scored by Hyotei Academy Atobe Keigo, the score is 3:0."
...
Peng!
Peng!
"This game is scored by Hyotei Academy Atobe Keigo, the score is 4:0."
...
After gaining momentum, Atobe directly controlled the rhythm of the game.
Ball after ball hit Fernandez's blind spot.
An absolute attack on the blind spot. If Fernandez could not solve this problem, it would be impossible for him to score in Atobe's hands.
"A waltz toward destruction!"
Peng!
Atobe jumped up and knocked down Fernandez's racket with one unceremonious ball, and then jumped up with his arm a second time and smashed it down.
The sharp smashing ball showed a bullet-like trajectory, and the moment it landed on the grass, it pressed down a slight arc.
"This game is scored by Hyotei Academy Atobe Keigo, the score is 5:0."
"Both sides change sides!"
...
"Master Romeo, you must not overdo it."
The coach of the Spanish team wiped the sweat from his forehead nervously.
If Fernandez loses, the joke will be a big one.
"Don't worry, don't worry, after all, it's a win-win-win situation in three sets, not a one-set decision. The best is yet to come."
Fernandez waved his hand.
Although the situation in the first set was not good, he was not worried at all.
On the contrary, there is a sense of enjoyment in it.
After a short break, both sides returned to the court again.
The final game was played by Fernandez himself.
Peng!
Even after losing five games in a row, Fernandez's mentality remained unaffected.
His serve was the same as it was at the beginning, both in terms of speed and angle.
"World of Ice!"
Atobe's mental strength surged again, and the cold air once again froze Fernandez's feet.
Only this time, a dark shadow covered the sky above the tennis ball.
All the icicles were completely shattered at this moment.
Peng!
There was only a crisp sound, and the violently spinning tennis ball immediately rolled back to the Atobe court.
"What!"
Atobe raised his head with a look of astonishment on his face. His feeling about his opponent had completely changed.
Although his face is still the same, his breath, expression, and movements have all become that of a different person.
In the stands, Spain U-17 vice-captain Frio Roman chuckled and said: "Here he is, it's Fernandez's puppet!"
"And this time the person he mimics is you, Bian Boli."
Fernandez's exaggerated counterattack just now was only possible by one person in their Spanish team.
That is Siluba Sero Pemboli.
Bian Boli shook his head and said, "This kid is really disturbing."
They are naturally very reassured about Fernandez's strength.
"Hmph! Did you think of taking it seriously until now? It's so embarrassing!"
Medanore snorted coldly.
He was a little dissatisfied with the quality of the Spanish team's junior high school students.
Unexpectedly, even Neon's team couldn't win, and they had to rely on the people they arranged for the final decider.
This made Medanore a little unhappy.
Last year, his injury caused the Spanish team to stop in the semi-finals.
Next year's Australian U-17 World Cup Open will be Medanore's first and last chance to participate in the World Cup. He will never allow any surprises.