Vol 10 Chapter 45: Rhythm

To be honest, the external conditions on the venue are not good, but both people are in the same environment and the discomfort they feel is the same. So it's fair.
Mu Lin saw that the opposite Kamio was serving the ball, and he ran straight forward. "So, is it serving the net?" Looking at it this way, he is quite confident in his speed.
Mu Lin's figure flickered, and a shadow with a little gray remnant flashed on the court. Mu Lin appeared on the trajectory of Kamio's serve, "Well, the strength is average," Mu Lin wanted to think. Find out what level the opponent's speed can reach, and deliberately chose a more tricky angle to hit the ball back.
"It's really fast." Mu Lin's ball was intercepted in front of the net, but now the speed is not beyond Mu Lin's imagination, so it can be handled.
Kamio: "Follow the rhythm--"
Mu Lin, who was fighting back on the opposite side, heard this sentence, "So, is it rhythm?" In such a tense game, he still had the mind to think about other things. It was really Mu Lin's special ability, but it was against Mu Lin. In other words, this game is just like that. Although Kamio's speed is fast, it is not fast enough to make people headache. Moreover, Mu Lin does not have to compare his speed. After all, Mu Lin's most accustomed style of play. He likes to slowly drag his opponent down in silence.
But after all, when he heard the word rhythm, Mu Lin still thought of something else, the first movement of Beethoven’s "Sorrow", even Mu Lin himself didn’t know why he thought of this movement at this time, but he Generally follow instinct during the battle, so the opponent's plan is shelved.
The first movement is a sonata style. The tragic Adagio introduction kicks off the whole song.
It is not difficult for Mu Lin to bring the opponent into his own rhythm step by step. After all, Mu Lin often does this, and he can definitely be regarded as proficient in his business. He even played tepidly in two consecutive games. Fire, except in places invisible to others, he is gradually eroding all the sounds in the stadium into his own field step by step. The entire stadium has even been turned into a large-scale concert by him. The sound of water hitting the ground, the impact sound of every time the racket collides with the ball, and the vibration of the tennis ball hitting the ground, collectively, are integrated by him to form a symphony on the tennis court.
"Senior Mu Lin"
"It's been two games, Mu Lin seems to be suppressed."
"How could this happen? Mu Lin's strength shouldn't be suppressed so backhandedly, what is the situation on the court?"
"Why hasn't all the Nirvana Duet appeared for such a long time? Is he waiting for something?"
Mu Lin: "It should be almost already—" Mu Lin flickers appeared on the trajectory of the next ball. If it weren't for this method, I am afraid that Mu Lin's state would definitely be more embarrassed than it is now. How could it be possible that the sportswear on his body was not stained with a trace of dirt.
The duel between two people at such a fast speed actually consumes a lot of physical strength. In addition, Mu Lin, even when arranging another trap, habitually increased the weight of the ball, so Kamio on the opposite side should be very tired now. But now Mu Lin is calm and invisible. If you don't look at the clothes on his body and the environment he is in, I am afraid that he is just a tourist who has just returned from the outside world. Such a relaxed posture would also impose stronger pressure on the opponent invisibly, Mu Lin knew this, but his purpose was exactly the same.
"Tired?"
"Follow the rhythm!" Kamio made a pose.
"Uh..." Mu Lin didn't expect that in the last ball, Kamio actually hit such a ball, but Mu Lin was stunned for a while, but did not react in time.
Dashi: "Pretty!"
Kikumaru: "What a quick serve!"
Do: "Just toss the ball as low as possible, and click it out as soon as possible than the normal serve, so that it can hit the opponent by surprise."
"Fudo Peak wins a round, change games!"
"Follow the rhythm!" Kamio seems to have discovered something, but it is so easy to see through it, but Mu Lin does feel that the pressure has increased a little bit, but it doesn't matter, it's done right away.
"Fudo Peak leads with a score of 2:0, change games!"
During the intermission, the two people on the court walked to the side. Mu Lin felt that the grass was still wet under his feet, and the opponent's speed had been mobilized by him. The small drops of water on his fingers were also It was as if An followed Mu Lin's fingers with a specific melody. When Mu Lin walked to the sidelines, she saw Senior Dashi approaching me worriedly, "Mu Lin..."
"Senior Oishi" Mu Lin is still the same, as if there is no difference from before playing, the breath has not been disturbed, the voice is still calm, and there is no sweat on his forehead, even no splash on the sportswear. Shot on the slightest muddy rain, this appearance is extremely normal, it seems normal is not the same as the previous game, even the drowsy feeling before going on the field has faded.
"you……"
Mu Lin: "Senior don't worry, this game... will be over soon." Dashi and even the few people around were stunned for a while. No one thought that Mu Lin's state would be like this. .
Gan: "Mulin... his current state... seems to be a bit wrong"
Coach Ryugasaki: "You are now..."
Mu Lin: "Ah! Don't worry, I just have a little bit now, how can I say it?-I'm too calm... I'll be fine after a while." Mu Lin thought about his current state carefully and still used such a word Explain. It's really because it is difficult for him to define his own state, but overall, the current state is beneficial and harmless.
Mu Lin sat on a chair in the court and drank two sips of water before walking towards the court.
Fudo Peak
"The situation is great! Amin, if you continue to fight like this, I'm sure he won't even win a goal."
Kamio: "Huh! Because I'm at the peak of my speed now. That guy has always been mediocre from start to finish. I really don't know how I got in.". ,,.