Chapitre 296: A Substant Spawn's Woe

*Pompf!*

Midas controlled his seven paddles, four of which had to be regenerated after the last few rounds, and generated a wind that decreased the ball's momentum after it entered his half before controlling it and slappin it back to her with a *Pompf!*

The score was currently `7-0` and Midas had just sent back his second counter of the serve, the second time he had done something like that.

He was getting better. Even she had noticed it.

*Pompf!* came the sound of the ball being sent back to Midas' half after the girl received a dead ball on her side.

Midas had not applied any effects to the ball and it, just like every ball Midas had sent back, was taken care of easily by the girl.