Man, a mouthful of foam and a nail.

When it comes to fighting, it's fighting.

But when he really arrived on the field, Su Yuan suddenly realized that he seemed to be impulsive just now.

Fujii's words actually make a lot of sense.

To deal with what others are good at is to use one's own shortcomings to attack the strengths of others.

If—

He thought, if these two people deliberately set up a trap to attract people who don't have long eyes to take the bait, wouldn't he become the fish that 'those who wish to take the bait'?

Impulsive!

When did I feel that the level of people who play tennis on the street is not good?

Is it because of the so-called plot? Or is it the so-called traverser identity?

Uh, probably the latter.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he did hang it.

Originally, he didn't see the entry above the two gringos' heads, but after stepping into the court and standing on the opposite side of each other, he could see it, but the entry was a little strange.

——REAL TENNIS 4！

What the hell is real tennis 4?

Wait a minute?

It can't be the killer tennis of the late King of Nets!?

If so, then these people are inevitably lacking in common sense.

As we all know, the higher the player's level, the more XP is required to level up.

If you only get experience from ordinary people, and you want to achieve the level of the sword god of Shilipo, it is estimated that you will have to fish until the year of the monkey.

So, it's very likely that these two are younger brothers?

Speaking of which, he beat his brother just like that.

However, will there be 10,000, what if the car overturns?

Awabara stared at the short gringo on the opposite court, trying to pull down the entry to expand into more detail.

But no, the entries in his sight were even gone.

This little spicy chicken!

After scolding in his heart, he restrained his emotions and waited for it.

At the same time, he also made up his mind that he would simply scrap one first.

As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, a good tiger can't stand up to a pack of wolves, and Uncle Long also relies on props to be able to do more than a dozen, and has the title of 'furniture into 'invincible'.

If you don't abolish one first, these gringos who play real tennis will cheat on the way and engage in some kind of two-on-one drama.

Kendo is not afraid of it, but if it is tennis, there is always no bottom in his heart, after all, few guys who play real tennis are martial arts, and sneak attacks are commonplace.

As everyone knows, his state at this time also vaguely reveals a rare fierceness in the eyes of short foreigners, which is enough to make people afraid.

But that wasn't enough for them.

Instead, it was Fang Cai's conversation that allowed them to get the following information:

1. The other party is good at kendo, not good at tennis. Even if you can play tennis, it's average.

2. Because of the woman's obstruction, the other party is not emotionally right. Perhaps a little provocation can lead to a loss of reason. This is a point that can be worth exploiting.

Combined with known conditions:

1. REAL TNNNIS, to what extent this kind of tennis can be 'real', the other party is not clear.

2. There is no pre-match rule that two against one is not allowed.

3. Even if an accident occurs, the other party's girlfriend is also a point that can be used.

- To sum up, it can be seen that the advantage is mine.

Bang!

The tennis ball was hit hard by a short foreigner.

His expression was bright and bright, with a strong and dazzling confidence.

It's as if the ball has hit the target!

That is, the other party's knees!

But in fact, this goal surprised Awabara.

Because he just had a skill like thinking about whether the serve was a glowing ball, he didn't think about it!

The ball that bounces to the knee after landing... Uh, this kind of ball doesn't deserve to appear in the late stage of the net king, right?

When he thought so, he also fought back.

The right hand that held the racket was like a whip, and the ball that flew to his knee was thrown down, and the tennis ball that flew to his knee was knocked out.

The ball was fast and urgent, and before the short foreigner could react, the tennis ball landed precisely at his feet.

This startled him, and he only felt a cool breath rise from the tail vertebrae to the back of his head, and a layer of goosebumps all over his body.

It wasn't until there was no pain in his body that he realized that the ball was not hitting his body.

But he has no doubt that the other side has the strength to do so.

Because the landing point of this ball is too measured.

The tennis ball fell at his feet, but it didn't touch him.

That is, he can do it whenever and wherever he wants.

But in fact, the short foreigner thought about it, not because Awabara didn't want to hit anyone, but because his current ball control skills were not enough to support him to shoot Ganyu's ICBM, otherwise he wouldn't mind letting the other party feel what it meant to hit a nuclear fusion strike on the way.

Therefore, in the eyes of the other party, this goal was misinterpreted as a warning.

"He's warning us!"

The short foreigner threw such a look at his companion not far away.

After a brief eye contact, he took the tennis ball tossed by his companion, smiled, and served again.

"They've switched to tennis, so beware of the cats." Fujii, who was standing outside the field, reminded loudly.

She could see very clearly that the two foreigners had eye contact, although she didn't know the specific content of the communication, but the action of changing tennis came too suddenly. There's tennis on the court, isn't there? Why not choose them? Do you have to use your own tennis ball?

After speaking, she assembled the bamboo knife in her backpack and told herself: "I hope I am wrong, otherwise I have to..."

For being involved in this unwarranted disaster, her mood is actually not very good, but more irritable. Because she thinks that Awabara will have an indissoluble bond with tennis in the future. Although this is just her guess, but from the beginning of Awawara's first tennis match with Tezuka to now, three games have been played in three days, which is a bit of a coincidence, plus these two foreigners both have the same ring on the middle finger of their left hands, not afraid of 10,000, afraid of what if.

On the court, the two foreigners naturally heard Fujii's words, but they didn't care.

Because that's where the real game comes in.

Awahara is also well aware of this.

But in a way, he knows better than the two foreigners how destructive real tennis is.

So after receiving the tennis ball and finding that the racket net in his hand was broken through the line, he was not nervous at all, and even wanted to laugh a little.

"That's it!?"

There is no glowing ball, and there is no murderous serve, it is just to use a special tennis ball to break the net, and then stage a two-on-one drama to bully people.

Is that all there is to these two people's tricks?

IS THIS ALL THERE IS TO THE SO-CALLED REAL TENNIS 4?

Although he didn't want to admit it very, very much, Su Yuan still had a little expectation in his heart, wanting to see how terrible the murderous tennis in the later stage of the net king was.

But unfortunately, these people did not give him a chance.

But it doesn't matter, he won't be stingy to give the other party a chance.

"Hey, you're laughing so ugly, the strings are broken." The short foreigner grinned with bared teeth.

"Who says you can't play tennis if the string breaks?" Awabara smiled and revealed the cross-section of the racket frame.

Tang Bohu's overlord gun can stab a deadly scholar without a gun head, there is no reason why the racket in my hand can't play murderous tennis without strings!

"Hard-mouthed guy!" The short foreigner sneered and immediately served. His partner then followed him and followed suit.

Fujii, who had a bad prediction in his heart, also muttered, "It's really coming..."

In her mind, it would be easy for Awabara to hit the first ball, but if she hit the second ball, she would probably get hurt. Because the interval between the front and back of the tennis ball is too short, less than one breath, which is too much of a test of human reflexes. So she planned to rush into the court as soon as she saw that the situation was wrong, and staged a scene of a beautiful woman saving the hero, and by the way, she stuffed the two foreigners who didn't speak martial arts into the toilet and let them play blasting with each other.

However, as soon as she took a step, she was stopped by a man with curly hair and glasses with squinting eyes.

"Are you trying to get me to shove your head in your asshole? Bastard! ”

Fujii made a decisive move and stabbed the curly-haired and glasses man in the head.

As expected, the other party was forced to retreat by her.

Seeing this, she was no longer entangled, and she was about to rush to the court with her feet raised.

However, after seeing the situation on the court, her steps stopped unnaturally, and she couldn't step out again, and even her voice was a little out of tune: "Tiger? Where do tigers come from in broad daylight? ”