For Yun Haotian's provocative gaze, Wang Feiyu's gaze did not fluctuate in the slightest.

It seems that his mood has not been affected in the slightest.

In fact, his purpose has been achieved.

That ball, Yun Haotian was able to receive it, which was completely expected by Wang Feiyu.

Through the high and far ball in the backcourt, he clearly realized how big Yun Haotian's defensive range was.

It's outrageously big!

Badminton courts are known to be rectangular.

An athlete's defensive range is roughly centered on himself, and then expanded into a circle according to his defensive radius, which is almost equivalent to his defensive range.

And what kind of situation was Yun Haotian just now?

When he received Wang Feiyu's ball, the person was in the right front of his court area, close to the position in front of the net.

But Wang Feiyu's ball hit the left back of Yunhao's Tianchang area, close to the bottom line.

That's a diagonal!

The rectangle is rectangular with the shortest adjacent angles and the longest diagonals, which is known to all.

What a terrifying defensive range.

It can be said that as long as Yun Haotian wants to, his defense has no dead ends!

This is the real purpose of Wang Feiyu's ball!

"The temptation is over." Wang Feiyu said in his heart: "Next, it's time to really exert your strength!" ”

Yun Haotian's ball is also a high and far ball in the backcourt.

And Wang Feiyu already knew it in his heart, and he was ready to deal with it early.

When Yun Haotian's ball had just passed, Wang Feiyu's body had already returned to the midfield.

And his body is constantly adjusting as the ball flies in the air.

He's looking for an angle to attack!

Yes, Wang Feiyu still wants to attack even though he knows that Yun Haotian is carrying the wind and is in an instant!

The ball is flying, and Wang Feiyu's eyes are chasing.

Just as the ball was about to fly to Wang Feiyu's midfield, Wang Feiyu's pupils instantly contracted, and then spread.

Ball......

Got into his shot range!

At this time, the ball was almost in the middle of the field, about 2.5 meters above the ground, which had completely entered Wang Feiyu's hitting range.

Bend your knees and your calf muscles tense instantly!

Raise the arm, the biceps, latissimus dorsi, infraspinatus, teres minor, and teres major muscles contract instantly!

Hunched backwards, the posterior lobe of the thoracolumbar fascia is ready to go!

Swing the racket vigorously, and the muscles of the whole body complete the linkage in an instant!

Power and speed, burst out at this moment!

At this moment, Wang Feiyu's spirit was infinitely elevated, as if he had entered a supreme and holy realm.

Wang Feiyu's body was in the air, and his black broken hair was windless and automatic, like a demon god possessing his body!

The gaze is like a thousand years of ice, cold! Fortitude!

Without the slightest emotion!

Fairway instinct!

Fully awakened!

"Bang!"

A bang in the air resounded throughout the stadium, startling everyone.

What a power!

Everyone thought to themselves.

And just as their idea just arose, almost at the same time in Yun Haotian's field, there was a crisp sound again.

Ball......

It's landed!

And it's not over yet, the ball hit the ground while the momentum is unabated, and it still rows outward more than ten meters before slowly stopping!

Quiet!

The audience lost their voices!

Yun Haotian swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple shook with it, and his eyes widened as he looked at the ball lying more than ten meters away from him.

Then he turned his head and looked at Wang Feiyu with a gaze that seemed to be looking at a monster.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead.

"You shitball...... Who dares to take ......," Yun Haotian said with difficulty.

At the same time, Yun Haotian's gaze caught a trace of it from Wang Feiyu's hands.

His gaze fell on the paddle in Wang Feiyu's hand.

In the center of the photograph, there is a line in an area that is completely broken!

And when Wang Feiyu proposed to the referee to change the shot, the audience was boiling.

"Who the hell is this Santa Fe player!"

"Is this a game? How do I feel like there are cannons firing around me! ”

"That's a lot of speed! The collision between the ball head and the paddle surface, and the sound of the ball hitting the ground, sounded almost at the same time! ”

The audience was discussing Wang Feiyu's goal that frightened countless people.

There is also a father and son......

"Dad, badminton is dangerous...... How do you feel like you're going to kill someone......"

"Silly boy, how can a badminton kill someone? It's all wrong...... Straight. ”

"Bang!"

Before the father's words fell, there was another explosion that resounded throughout the audience, and this time the momentum was even greater than the previous goal! More fierce!

The father swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice: "I think it's better for you to learn table tennis......"

"Okay Dad!"

The two people on the field didn't know about the small episode that happened outside the court, but Yun Haotian had already seen the power of Wang Feiyu's killing just now.

But this time he was still scared.

Because not only Yun Haotian, as long as it is a little more professional, they can judge the approximate tension of the racket based on the sound of the racket hitting the ball.

According to Yun Haotian's judgment, Wang Feiyu's first racket used in this game should be a medium and high weight.

It's about 25-27 pounds.

The line was interrupted by him.

And this time, he used a medium pound.

It's about 23-25 pounds.

If you want to talk about high-tension beats, it is understandable that the beat line was interrupted by him.

But now, Wang Feiyu can even break a mid-pound racket, and the power of killing the ball is not weaker than a high-pound racket!

This is the real reason that scared Yun Haotian.

Looking at Wang Feiyu's eyes without the slightest emotion, Yun Haotian deeply realized how terrible Wang Feiyu was.

There is also a clear understanding of the higher level of things......

No, he could resist.

"Is this fairway instinct......" Yun Haotian, as Yun Mutao's son, of course it is impossible not to know the fairway instinct.

In fact, the fairway instinct was first proposed by the seven feathers.

"I really envy you, you have mastered the fairway instinct at a young age."

Yun Haotian's eyes changed from fright to fear.

Then, from jealousy, to fiery!

"I won't give up, I take back what I said before the game, you are not a stepping stone, you are an opponent worthy of my Yun Haotian's respect!" Yun Haotian said to Wang Feiyu.

Regarding Yun Haotian's boasting, Wang Feiyu's gaze did not fluctuate in the slightest.

But the corners of his mouth curled.

“Before my opponent only one person， then， no one can beat me， I'm in badminton， badminton is king!”

Wang Feiyu's tone was flat, but with a strong confidence that could not be questioned.

I only have one opponent, and before that, no one can beat me in badminton.

I am the king of the feather altar!

Yun Haotian was silent for a while, and finally understood the meaning of Wang Feiyu's English sentence.

He muttered, "The King of the Feather Altar...... I'm sure you can, but before that, there's only one thing you have to do. ”

Beat me!