Wang Ye swung his racket like thunder.
A loud "bang" was heard.
The shuttlecock shot out in an instant.
Like a gray meteor falling swiftly from above.
Although Xiao Yun felt a chill on his back, knowing this shot might be terrifyingly powerful,
he still instinctively pushed his racket to block it.
The gray-white afterimage lasted only a moment, hitting his racket.
A strong twisting force appeared at the base of his thumb.
Squeak——
An ear-piercing friction sound came from Xiao Yun's palm.
The grip tape meant to prevent slipping and absorb sweat became fatal sandpaper, causing sharp pain in his palm.
Before Xiao Yun could react further,
his racket strings were punctured with an egg-sized hole, and the torn transparent nylon strings bent backwards in a messy fashion. Two or three feathers slowly floated down from the air belatedly.
"The strings… were pierced through?!" Xiao Yun's pupils contracted sharply.
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