"Bang! Bang!"
The sound of rackets hitting continuously echoed across the court.
From time to time, a cry of pain would ring out.
Anthony White fell again and again, his nose bruised and swollen from being hit by the ball, looking utterly miserable. I, however, remained relaxed, looking suave and seemingly effortlessly delivering one finishing blow after another.
This was no match at all, it was an outright slaughter.
Screams from women erupted occasionally around the court.
"Wow! So handsome!"
The girls were all excited, hearts practically flying out of their eyes.
Meanwhile, Coach Lee stood there, dumbfounded, stunned time and again by this young man's performance.
He was filled with awe, and a bit of bitterness.
This kid's performance could only be described as terrifying. The level he displayed so far, be it power or skill, had reached the pinnacle of the world standard.
A prodigy! What an extraordinary prodigy!
"Bang!"
