"Paipa--"

The ball speed was very fast, and it had already exceeded ten rounds in the blink of an eye.

Su Mo is still at the table. On the other hand, Lei Youhui is more than three meters away from the table because of frequent corner kicks.

In the audience, as the two of them waved their rackets, a burst of exclamations rang out.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

No one expected that it would be so fierce as the first ball.

The referee also looked shiny. When the Xia Guo players and other countries competed, they almost crushed them unilaterally.

In contrast, the civil war between Xia Guo team was simply a visual feast!

No wonder, there are several referees who want to switch with him today, but fortunately they didn't agree.

"Paipa--"

"Paipa--"

As Lei Youhui got further and further away from the table, the range he ran to became larger and larger. After eighteen rounds of pulling, Su Mo hit the ball diagonally again.

Lei Youhui is very hard-working, but he is still a little bit behind.

One to zero.

However, he was not discouraged at all, but his fighting spirit became more and more high.

Su Mo gave him a strong sense of oppression. The more this happens, the more excited he becomes. Only by confronting such masters can he quickly improve his strength.

Losing is valuable!
Chapter completed!