The audience was silent and the pins could be heard!

In the crowd, Torres was also stunned. He didn't notice that the track was hitting the tennis ball back, and even thought that the opponent was forcing the killer blow away. He stared at the trace twice, then lowered the brim of his hat, silently remembering the name 'Keigo Jibe' in his heart.

Outside the venue, a reporter's assistant suddenly ran over and whispered a few words in his ear. The reporter was stunned for a moment, and then a fiery light burst out in his eyes. He touched his chin and smiled:

"Big news!"

He looked into the eyes of the traces, as if the gluttonies were looking at the peerless delicacy. Keigo Kibe, the only son of the top executor of the Kibe Foundation, and the person most likely to inherit the family business in the future, actually appeared at the U-17 World Cup!

"This is not inferior to the news of the collision of two super geniuses!"

When the other reporters next to him saw him like this, they were immediately anxious, and the other party must have gotten some terrible news. At this time, their assistant also rushed over and whispered in their ears.

Suddenly, a pair of green eyes aimed at the trace, wishing that the blow just now hit him squarely.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his back, turned his head sideways, and saw that the reporters were eager to swallow him. He smiled dumbly, thinking that Mitchell had been seen by them in anger before, and had found his background.

He didn't care, though.

"This is my tennis, it's Keigo Keibe's tennis!"

Putting away his racket, he walked towards the river not far away. This person is the guide on his tennis road, without the other party's previous explosion, he may have sunk now and changed into another personality.

The breeze blew, and the morning sun shone down on their faces. Irie didn't speak, just smiled and nodded, with an unconcealed tiredness in his eyebrows, and a weak look.

He was stunned as he reached out his hand to him. Suddenly, the trace turned into a fist and punched Irie in the chest.

"Senior! Your acting skills are superb, but now it's the main competition! ”

He unceremoniously exposed Irie, he couldn't see through it before the breakthrough, but now, every action and every small reaction of Irie was telling him the real situation. The weakness of the other party is faked.

Breath can be disguised, expressions can be performed. However, the rate of pores opening, the nerve response at the corners of the eyes, and the amount of sweat secretion cannot be controlled. This is human instinct.

Irie put away his smile and looked deeply at the eyetracks. Just now, he had a feeling that he was almost being seen through.

On the other side, Ivanov's face turned pale and pale, his left fist clenched, and his gaze at the trace seemed to devour. Tipsarevic looked up and down the tracks, the faint mental feeling disappeared, and the other party seemed to be covered with a black veil, which he couldn't see through.

"Has there been a breakthrough, then, what kind of effect is it?"

His eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking

"The game continues, the Japanese team serves in the river, and the game ends!"

Slapping the tennis ball in his hand, Irie glanced at Tipsarevic on the other side. Without hypnosis, what tricks does the other party have? Moreover, he also wanted to know what the awakening of the trace department was!

"Smack!"

He hit the tennis ball over, not fast, but also standard, and couldn't find the slightest fault.

Ivanov also calmed down, looking at the ball, he made up his mind, and after making sure that there was nothing weird, he swung his racket vigorously. He didn't hit the trace again, but found the gap between the two.

Irie didn't move, because the trail was closer to the ball. More importantly, he wanted to observe it up close and see the name of the Trace Mystery. Stomp on!!

Without hesitation, he moved his feet and moved quickly towards the tennis ball. At the same time, there was a colorful light circulating in his eyes. In the senses of both eyes, the flow of time slows down, and the opponent's movements become extremely slow.

He lifted his racket, his eyes widened suddenly, and every nervous reaction of the two people on the other side was clearly reflected in his mind. With a leisurely smile, the racket was swung out.

"Absolute Blind Spots!!

Bang!

The tennis ball is hit, and it takes only two or three seconds to run from the track to the time it hits the tennis ball. I saw that the blow passed through the gap between the two people on the opposite side, gently brushed the ground, and snapped on the barbed wire not far away.

“15:0.”

The audience outside the arena watched intently, and the players around them also nodded. There was no mud and water, and it was very decisive and subtle in its volley.

"Gollum" Ivanov swallowed hard, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Tipsarevic had a calm face, and his eyes were gloomy as he watched the tennis ball rolling over. Just now, he saw the trajectory of the tennis ball, but his body was helpless, so he could only stiffly watch the tennis ball pass by.

"Have you found my blind spots?"

In his heart, he was shocked by the progress of the Traces. Finding a dead end is different from a real dead end, because of the gap in strength, the 'dead end' found by a low-level person may just be an illusion, and it is a 'flaw' deliberately exposed by a high-level person.

And just now, he was really unable to move. If he insists on forcibly catching the ball, I'm afraid his arm will be useless.

"Another genius? Hey! There are so many geniuses in Japan."

Tipsarevic, 17 years old. Because of the civil unrest, my parents died in the war. From an unknown person, he has gradually grown into a person who talks about tennis training camps in Serbia.

Awakening to a different dimension at the age of sixteen, his strength is a mystery. It is known that almost every player who has played against him has an aversion to the racket and has since said goodbye to tennis.

A formidable player.

He glanced at Ivanov beside him and said in a deep voice: "Ivan, go all out!" ”

When Ivanov, who had a fierce face, heard this, he couldn't help but feel excited, and his eyes were half confused and half fanatical. The pupils dilated in circles, as if they were enchanted, and the aura around the body became disordered and frenzied.

"What is this?"

Irie's eyes froze and he noticed that something was wrong. Ivanov is in a precarious state right now, but he looks at Tipsarevich and sees that his expression is calm and has no intention of stopping.

He didn't say it, thinking that the Ministry of Traces should have found out as well. However, this is a good thing, only the idiots who have no reason in strength, for them, have already won half the way.

"Bang!"

This time, Irie was no longer polite and suddenly hit a goal. The ball was extremely fast, and there was another acceleration in mid-air. With a whiff, the tennis ball crosses the service line and hits the sideline with precision.

But Tipsarevic is not a simple person, and this kind of serve alone cannot score directly from his hands. He looked at the direction of Irie's shot and suddenly picked up speed, and moved quickly to bring out the afterimage of the debut and face the tennis ball.

With a bang, I saw the tennis ball flickering, and the trajectory was unpredictable towards the track.

Whoosh

The sound of the tennis ball rubbing against the air flickered left and right, and it was impossible to distinguish it clearly. But the colorful light in the eyes of the trace department is revealed, and the trajectory of the tennis ball becomes clear.

The opponent used a special technique to make the tennis ball constantly change its position up, down, left and right. However, the trace smiled, as long as the trajectory was clear, no matter how complicated the trick was, it would be like that.

However, when he swung his racket and wanted to use his 'true eye' to see through the two opposites, his face changed slightly.

The aura around Ivanov became distorted, and he couldn't lock the opponent's movements through the frenzied aura. The person on the other side has lost his mind, and the next move of others is not clear, so how can he see through the traces.

And Tipsarevic's aura is as dark as an abyss, isolating all prying eyes.

His mind was spinning rapidly, and he quickly made a decision in his heart. Without further hesitation, he slipped his racket firmly into the tennis ball and threw it hard behind Ivanov.

"Hey!"

Seeing the movement of the traces, Tipsarevich suddenly smiled and suddenly shouted: "Let's go!" Ivan! ”

Bang!

Ivanov's eyes flashed red, and he suddenly jumped up on the ground. And under the influence of his great power, the grass is dented. A few flashes of struggle flashed across his face, but it quickly faded into a sinister smile, the smile on his face as sinister as the other's.

He stretched his body, condensed the strength of his whole body on his right hand, aimed in the direction of the track, and suddenly buckled the racket.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the surrounding audience subconsciously blocked their ears and looked at the ball in horror. Is the person who played this ball still human?

Crackling!!

The electric light around the tennis ball exploded, and even produced a dark black substance, constantly reducing the surrounding space. In the tennis center, it was a little red, and the corners of his eyes jumped straight when he saw it, and he finally knew Tipsarevic's methods.

The right foot of the trace took a step back, and the strength of the whole body was also condensed in the right hand, as if to force the next step.

"Hurry back !!"

A loud shout sounded, and before the trace could react, he saw a black shadow appear in front of him. Then, he felt a force that frightened him, dark and unpredictable!

Rumble!!!

A dazzling white light flashed in front of his eyes, and he subconsciously closed his eyes. Then, only an earth-shattering loud noise was heard, and a rolling wave of air came from the surface, pushing him back a few steps.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw an obscure figure, gradually dissipating in the light. Under the figure, Irie held the racket and looked at the other side coldly.

At the same time, Irie took a ball from Ivanov's full body strength and went in the opposite direction, aiming at the ugly-looking Tipsarevic.

"Ivan!!" Suddenly, Tipsarevich shouted the name of Ivanov, who had been out of strength.

"Whew!"

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Ivanov, who had already lost his strength, stood up tremblingly, and rushed in the direction of Tipsarevich with red eyes.

Bang!

In the light, only the sound of violent collisions was heard. Then, a figure flew out, smashed into the barbed wire, and the whole person was deeply trapped.

"Ivan!!"

A heart-rending voice rang out. Tipsarevich's face was distorted, and he staggered towards the iron net.

Trace's expression was complicated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Hey" At this time, Irie turned around. His face was indifferent, and he was a little mocking: "Dirty means, but this kind of acting is really not simple."