Ling Xiu really wanted to retort, "This isn't simple."
But remembering Lin Xinghai's performance in the first round, he could only retreat to the side in silence.
As the countdown ended, the second round officially began.
WHOOSH!
When the first tennis ball shot out, a slightly surprised expression appeared on Lin Xinghai's face.
The tennis ball had shrunk by nearly half, becoming the size of an egg.
The tennis ball shrinking by half directly doubled the difficulty of the second round.
And the size of the tennis ball wasn't the only thing that had changed.
Previously, all the tennis balls had been launched from the same firing port.
But now, the tennis balls were appearing randomly from the 300 firing ports on the ceiling.
'This is kind of interesting,' Lin Xinghai muttered to himself.
At the same time, he finally understood why reaching 56% of the second round was enough to rank in the top 100.
