C90

"Phew!"

/p /p The yellow ball was even faster than Xu Yong's shot. It whistled through the air and flew over.

/p /p /p p It's just brute strength. Xu Yong smiled and once again used a backhand to cut the ball, continuously lowering the ball's speed and angling it a lot further forward. Duan Hong stood at the back and hurriedly ran forward, but he was still a step too late