Zhu Ding refused to believe it and decided to try again.
He served long out of the blue.
This long serve was just as blatant, carrying the message: "Come on, smash me."
Wang Chao did not stand on ceremony. He slammed it with a forehand.
Zhu Ding stepped back and twisted it with his backhand.
Wang Chao slammed again.
Zhu Ding slammed too.
The two inevitably entered a rally.
After another six exchanges, Wang Chao struck first, forcibly adding quality and breaking through Zhu Ding.
4:0.
"Wow! That's insane, viewers! Did you see that? The Shaved Head Youth has erupted in desperation, his combat power soaring in a straight line!" Brother Da Ma cried. "I knew I was right! The Shaved Head Youth is really going to slay a god and prove his path today!"
The live audience shrieked and shouted. Many people rose to their feet at once, eyes wide as they stared either at the center court or the giant screens around them. They too could not believe Wang Chao had suddenly displayed such terrifying strength.
Winning through super shots was not scary.
Scoring even without super shots—that was what was truly scary.
When Wang Chao got the serve again, Zhu Ding raised a hand.
This was not a timeout, but a perfectly natural little signal during a match, telling the other side, "Wait a moment."
Zhu Ding crouched, stood up, crouched again, then stood again, his feet constantly taking tiny steps. After repeating this three times, he finally steadied his slightly chaotic state of mind. He slowly crouched down and nodded at Wang Chao, signaling, "Ready."
Wang Chao served long out of the blue again.
Everyone waited for Zhu Ding to attack immediately.
But Zhu Ding chickened out this time.
He turned his wrist over and forcefully