"Seals" and "Constraints"
There was basically nothing left to say after that.
From the start of the match, Fang Li had done nothing but defend, neutralizing Nagumo Miyabi's attacks and wearing down his stamina with apparent ease. Then, all of a sudden, he transformed completely, abandoning defense and launching an all-out offensive.
Under his strikes, the volleyball repeatedly became a cannonball visible only as an afterimage, each one grazing Nagumo Miyabi's cheek before landing on the water behind him and blasting up enormous sprays.
Poor Nagumo Miyabi. His athletic reflexes were not the slightest bit inferior to Horikita Gaku's, and at Advanced Nurturing High School, he stood at the very forefront—probably second only to Ayanokoji Kiyotaka and Koenji Rokusuke. Yet he did not even have a chance to react. Forget returning the ball; he could not move even an inch. Each time, after an astonishing bang, a black blur would flash past his eyes, a painful gale would scrape across his cheek, and the water behind him would explode, drenching him in rain-like spray.
Those attacks, which seemed as though they might strike his face at any moment, gradually filled Nagumo Miyabi with fear.
Yes.
Fear.
Nagumo Miyabi was finally afraid.
A spike he could not even see, yet one capable of blasting the water apart like that, was simply an absurd scene that should have existed only in television dramas and movies.
And yet, Fang Li controlled such powerful spikes with consummate precision, every single one grazing past his cheek. Nagumo Miyabi felt as if his face was about to catch fire from the friction, the pain beyond bearing.
Nagumo Miyabi knew that Fang Li was doing this deliberately.
The fact that Fang Li could control the ball so precisely was nothing short of unbelievable.
But could that control