"Peng!"

The tennis ball rushed straight towards Kirihara Akaya's abdomen. Kirihara Akaya quickly moved the racket horizontally to block his abdomen. Although he caught the tennis ball, the huge impact still made him feel uncomfortable!

"Peng!"

“And then there’s the wrist!

!”

Kintaro Toyama jumped into the air and slammed down the tennis ball.

"Peng!"

The tennis ball hit Kirihara Akaya's wrist accurately, and Kirihara Akaya's hand softened in pain, and the racket in his hand flew out.

When Atobe saw this ball, he raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly.

“It’s pretty good.”

"15-15."
Chapter completed!