On the court, Mouri caught up with Mars's shot once again and sent the ball straight down. 🐚👻 😂👑
Bang!
The explosive crack of the racket rang out. The ball streaked along a sharp arc and slammed down right in front of Sedah of the Spain Team.
Watching the ball hit the ground, Sedah instinctively raised his racket to return it. But the next moment, his expression turned utterly horrified.
Suddenly, a pair of enormous eyes seemed to appear in his mental world.
Their gaze was emotionless and cold as it watched Sedah's every move...
Sedah's mental energy surged like cold water poured into hot oil.
Mental strength was one of his greatest assets, and he snapped back to his senses at once. He stared coldly at Ochi on the opposite side.
So he made his move? Is this Mental Assassination?
Sedah recalled that Ochi had watched him several times when they switched sides. He must have begun then.
That moment's hesitation was all it took. The ball bounced off the ground and flew out of bounds.
"Japan Team scores. 15–0."
"That... Why didn't Sedah move just now? Was he scared stiff? That can't be..."
The Spain Team supporters outside the court were astonished, but the Spain Team players took the incident seriously.
They knew their opponent had made his move.
Benbolly sat up straight. At last, the match had caught his interest. "Let's see how Sedah responds!"
Frio smiled. "You should know Sedah's personality by now!"
Before he had finished speaking, another serve was sent across.
Bang!
"He got it!"
A cry of surprise came from the Japan Team's side. The ninth game was Ochi Gekko's service game, but the Mach Serve that had been unstoppable until now...
Had actually been returned by Sedah.
The previous point had clearly