Chapter 676: One-Hit KO

Ivy tried various methods, but she still couldn't find anyone decent.

She knew her friends' tennis skills very well; even the "Jet Fighter" from just now wouldn't do, and the others were even worse.

At this point, she had no choice but to trust the person in front of her, even though he didn't look that reliable.

But at least his appearance was acceptable; he wasn't as sleazy as Yang Mu.

Just like that, they became new teammates.

Everyone came to the other side of the club's tennis courts.

Not many people had come today; only a few members were playing.

Seeing such a grand procession of people, they couldn't help but look over and whisper.

"They even applied for a professional referee?"

"I've seen that girl before; she seems to be a professional player."

"The other one is even better looking..."

Among these people, there was a very inconspicuous Middle-aged Man.

He wore glasses and appeared extremely refined.

Every movement was elegant—this was definitely not put on; it was natural, giving people the feeling that this was simply who he was.

Unlike the faked exterior of Shang Yanxiong, he gave people a sense of calm from the marrow of his bones.

This temperament made it very easy for people to have a good impression of him, naturally making everyone believe every word he said.

"Daddy, are they playing a match?"

"Maybe, let's go, Niu Niu, Daddy will continue teaching you how to serve."

The Middle-aged Man just glanced at Zheng Qian and the others, then continued playing a ball game with a very cute little girl.

Meanwhile, Zheng Qian and the others had already entered their match court.

It is worth mentioning that although the "Jet Fighter" had made that vulgar move while playing, that shot was not a foul.

After reviewing the recording, it was confirmed that there was no double hit; it was indeed his brilliant strike.

It's just a pity that it was too brilliant, to the point that his rear end suffered destruction.

Now, the score had reached 30-all.

A true game point.

"Are you really okay?"

With the match about to start, Ivy was still a bit worried.

Although Zheng Qian had demonstrated a few serves to her just now and they looked okay, they were only "okay."

If they wanted to defeat Yang Mu and that girl, it would still be too difficult.

"Don't worry. Actually, I'm a genius; I just usually keep a low profile."

"And today, I am willing to come out into the world for you, to display my peerless demeanor as a national champion."

Ivy nodded, half-believing.

What made her have a rather good impression of him was that Zheng Qian's English accent had a bit of a Middle East flavor.

It wasn't a "British accent" or an "American accent."

When she asked, Zheng Qian just said he had studied abroad in the Middle East before.

This was also the main reason why Ivy finally agreed to let him join the battle.

"The match begins!"

Accompanying the referee's instruction, the match continued.

This game was Yang Mu's service game.

Looking through the tennis net at the two people whispering to each other, as if they were intimately nuzzling, made him even more upset.

He gripped the tennis ball tightly, wishing he could crush it directly.

"Damn it, you dare to flirt with the girl I set my eyes on?"

"After this is over, I must find the president of our school's Taekwondo club to kick you until you can't even take care of yourself."

I forgot to mention before, he and Ivy are both students at a university in Shanghu.

Being able to bring Ivy here, he could be considered a rich second generation.

Seeing that Zheng Qian could also get in, he thought he was just a rich playboy.

At least he knew that the real young masters of Shanghu wouldn't come here; their usual social interactions were at the three top-tier clubs.

There, the facilities and privacy were better; this club was a notch lower in grade.

It's just a pity that he didn't know that Zheng Qian wasn't a rich second generation, but a first-generation rich man.

Moreover, just a short while ago, he had pressed a cigarette butt onto the chest of the biggest young master in Shanghu.

"For this ball, I'm going to hit the left baseline!"

Yang Mu tossed the ball high, his whole body bending like a bow, then suddenly snapping open!

The moment the racket made contact with the tennis ball, everyone felt the ferocity of this strike!

Powerful and heavy, an absolutely super high-speed serve!

Too fast! It was simply too fast!

In that instant, everyone widened their eyes in unison!

Even though there was no tennis radar gun here, one just felt it must have reached 240 km/h, or even faster!

You have to know that the fastest men's tennis serve record in the world today is 263 km/h held by Sam Groth!

Yang Mu's serve was infinitely close to that; this was not something anyone could return.

As soon as he finished serving, he turned around!

A confident turn!

Closing his eyes, back to the court, arms spread wide, he even threw away his racket!

Confident, just that confident!

He had never served such a fast ball in his life; in that instant, he felt he had reached a true state of unity between man and ball.

It was as if that tennis ball was his own primordial spirit; at that moment, his spirit had completely returned to his body.

"Cheer, cheer to your heart's content! You absolutely have the qualification to cheer for me!"

Yang Mu had even "seen" the scene of Ivy prostrate before him.

Tonight, no matter what kind of chaste and unyielding woman she is, I will make you dance because of my ability.

[Bang—!]

"Careful!"

That loud sound arrived suddenly, accompanied by that word "careful."

Yang Mu didn't even react.

Just as he was about to turn back to mock his partner and tell her not to joke around, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling, intense pain from the back of his head, and then he fell backward onto the ground.

No, he even felt he almost flew up.

And then, he lost all consciousness.

And the scene now is...

Silence, dead silence.

Everyone had their mouths wide open, their chins almost hitting the ground.

They looked at the tennis ball rolling on the ground in disbelief, simply unable to believe their eyes.

This... this... just now... what exactly happened?

They only saw Yang Mu turn around confidently after his serve.

Immediately after, there was that loud sound.

The referee hurriedly checked the recording for the first time, walked back to the sidelines with eyes wide and pupils shaking, and said in astonishment, "The... the shot is valid, the... score has been reversed, 40:40!"

Tied!?

The shot was valid!?

Ivy looked at Zheng Qian as if looking at a ghost.

"Sorry, I used too much force just now; mainly because Yang Mu's ball speed was indeed too fast."

"Hmm... you've studied physics, right? Under the interaction of forces, the return speed will also be faster, I just didn't expect the rebound to hit Yang Mu exactly."

Zheng Qian sighed and shook his head, "Sigh, he's actually quite a decent guy, telling me he was going to hit the left baseline."