Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 281 The battle of reunion, Seigaku and Hyoudi, Kitagawa Sora and Atobe Keigo
Court No. [-] in Area A.

The noisy wind gradually blew.

Under the scorching sun, the earth is scorching hot and the air is scorching hot.

However, on the court, there was a hint of coldness flickering for some reason.

"Finally, we meet on the court again."

"Yeah, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

After the pre-match ceremony, everyone from the two teams walked off the field together under the instructions of the referee.

Located in front of the team, Kitagawa Sora and Atobe Keigo, who led the team, looked ahead and spoke slowly.

"This time, victory will belong to the Ice Emperor!"

"Qingxue's progress will not stop here."

You said something and I said something. Both sides showed no politeness at all and expressed their determination to win to each other.

He is full of momentum and never falls behind.

Thinking back to that year and today, the ambition after conquering the Ice Emperor, the glory of victory in the regional qualifiers, and that... the turning point in the Metropolitan Competition finals...

The king who thought he was unmatched in his life suffered a complete defeat that day.

The Ice Empress, who personally led, also suffered a tragic defeat. He lost the victory in the final, lost his haughty attitude, and lost the courage to reach the summit.

The tragic failure that had never been encountered brought about a transformation for Atobe and a baptism for Hyokui.

And now.

After growing up, Atobe, with the ice emperor who had recovered his former goal, once again stood in front of Aigaku, and came in front of Kitagawa Sora.

This time, they will challenge Kitagawa Sora and Qingxue with a challenger mentality and identity.

They will bear the burden of the final of the metropolitan competition and regain the glory of victory from Qingxue.

This time, they will regain victory, and then lead their supreme troops to attack the Supreme Throne.

Da~Dang! ! !
In an instant, Atobe led everyone to the sidelines. Under the gaze of countless spectators, he pointed one finger to the sky and snapped his fingers, causing the whole place to fall into silence.

bass!
With Atobe looking up coldly, many Hyokui's supporters received his message.

In the sudden surge of excitement and excitement, the sharp-edged support rose up in joy.

"Ice Emperor! Ice Emperor! Ice Emperor!"

"Victory belongs to Atobe! Victory belongs to Atobe! Victory belongs to Atobe!"

"Glory belongs to the Ice Emperor! Glory belongs to the Ice Emperor! Glory belongs to the Ice Emperor!"

……

Amidst the sudden surge of cheers, the atmosphere of the entire stadium suddenly changed, and Ice King's momentum began to gradually grow.

After taking a deep look at Kitagawa Sora, the cold-faced Atobe led a group of friends, turned around and walked back to the waiting area.

"It seems that today's Ice Emperor came with determination."

Without changing his face, Beichuan Kong commented leisurely, ignoring the clamor of the audience in the stands.

"Probably because I want to wash away the shame of the complete defeat."

Beside Kitagawa Sora, Tezuka, who was scanning the surroundings, also responded with his analysis without changing his expression.

On the iceberg poker face, something exactly like Kitagawa Sora appeared.

--confidence!
Confidence in one's own strength, confidence in the reunion match, and confidence in Qing Xue.

"Hehe~"

As you smiled, Beichuan Sora's eyes swept across.

Tezuka, Fuji, Oishi, Kikumaru, Inui Sadaharu, Kawamura Takashi, Sakamoto Kumagai...

After meeting everyone's eyes one by one, Beichuan Kong said quietly.

"Then I guess I'll have to disappoint them again~~~"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but smile.

If Hyokui is determined to take revenge, then Qingxue is holding on to absolute self-confidence and the determination to run towards the supreme throne on the top of the mountain.

No one can stop Qingxue from reaching the top.

The former Makinofuji Middle School, which held the top position in the country for two consecutive years, cannot do it, nor can the Shishile Middle School, which dominates the land of Kyushu.

Ice Emperor, the same cannot be done!
"Qing Xue!"

"Definitely!"

……

In an instant, when the smiles of everyone in Qingxue emerged.

On the stands, the young students, who had been suppressed by the sudden attack of the Ice Emperors, finally let out their voices under the chorus of shouts.

A show of support for Qingxue immediately made everyone in Qingxue smile knowingly.

The championship will definitely belong to Qingxue!
Amid the anticipation of countless viewers, the reunion battle between Qingxue and Hyokui officially begins.

……

"duo~~~"

“Next, let’s move on to the top four semifinals of this national competition.”

"Next, let's play the first game, the third singles match."

"Youth Academy, Sora Kitagawa."

"Ice Emperor Academy, Keigo Atobe."

"Please play both players."

After some warm-up preparations completed in advance, and at the call of the referee, the whistle was blown for the third singles match.

To the astonishment of countless spectators, the first match was actually a contest between the strongest of the two sides.

Kitagawa Sora vs. Atobe Keigo.

wow wow~~~
"how come……"

"What a coincidence, it started with a competition between the aces of both sides..."

“No coincidence at all!!!”

"This matchup should be something they all guessed."

"As the saying goes, it's not necessarily you who knows you best, it might be your opponent."

"This is a tacit understanding of the reunion, but neither of them chose to back down!!!"

The doubts and exclamations at the beginning, the emotions in the middle, and the firm analysis at the end all made the audience's emotions play a twist.

And in the end, the audience who understood the truth understood and received the intentions of Kitagawa Sora and Atobe Keigo.

Under the increasingly intense gaze, he began to stare at the tennis court below.

……

tennis court.

sidelines.

Amid the rising cheers again, Atobe Keigo's face was condensed, and he stepped out amid the expectations and cheers of his teammates.

"The Department of Traces!"

"Bring victory back!"

"Understood, Coach!"

After a deep look with Sakaki Taro, Atobe turned around firmly.

The scene from yesterday still pops up in my mind.

Summer afternoon.

In the luxurious and restrained office, full of aristocratic atmosphere, Sakaki Taro and Atobe Keigo were sitting opposite each other.

After handing a form to the table in front of Atobe, Sakaki Taro turned around in his chair and looked out at the scenery outside the window.

"Atobe, what are your plans for tomorrow's game?"

Da~da~da~~~
His fingers tapped on the table, and Aobu's deep gaze also moved towards the window.

"I'm going to...single three!"

"sure?"

"OK! Three singles!"

Facing Sakaki Taro's questioning again, Atobe Keigo once again stated his firm choice.

Because based on Atobe's understanding of Sora Kitagawa, he would definitely wait for him in the third singles match.

There was no reason, no reason, just a feeling of guidance, but Atobe was convinced.

There was silence in the office.

The two of them looked at the scenery outside the window together. Atobe knew that Sakaki Taro agreed with his choice and approved of his decision.

Although this choice actually has a counterproductive effect on the Ice King's victory.

Although this choice seems a bit arbitrary.

Although the Ice Emperor's own victory is not high.

Although……

However, this is the support and trust a coach has for his disciples!
Finally, along with a ray of light, Sakaki Taro's words of guidance slowly reached Atobe Keigo's ears.

"Atobe, take your own choice and go on unswervingly!"

And now.

Under Sakaki Taro's gaze, Atobe Keigo stepped forward!

……

before the net.

Kitagawa Sora and Atobe Keigo stood across the net, looking at each other.

The childhood acquaintance, the previous complete failure, the subsequent advice, and the reunion now.

As fate would have it, a real showdown ushered in between the two.

Too many words are no longer necessary.

The previous words and the look in the eyes at this moment have already expressed his determination, the fire of fighting spirit, the heart of fighting, just like this is placed in front of the other party.

"Pros or Cons!"

In the cold voice, Atobe Keigo held the tennis racket in his hand against the ground, making a twisting and spinning motion.

Kitagawa Sora, who also suppressed his smile and looked serious, said his choice in a low voice.

"just!"

brush~~~
The sound falls and the sound rises.

Under Keigo Atobe's twist and release, the tennis racket began to spin rapidly.

With a snap, in the sight of countless people, the tennis racket fell to the ground, with the letters on the handle facing down, and on the reverse side, Atobe Keigo's priority.

"bring it on!"

"A showdown!"

bass!
In an instant, the sight of each other caused a scream in the void.

... da~ da~ da~~~
The rhythmic sound of hitting the ball sounded in the left half.

Standing outside the baseline, Atobe's eyes filled with fighting spirit stared straight at Kitagawa Sora in the right half.

The strongest man on earth?The invincible devil?The outcome of the game?The probability of defeating Sora Kitagawa?

All of the above, Jibu Jingwu discarded them all.

He didn't know whether he could win this game, but he had to come to this game!
bass!
brush!
Concentrate, calm, and in an instant, light and shadow move.

The rhythmic sound of hitting the ball suddenly disappeared, and the tennis ball was already thrown upward.

The next moment, amid the excitement of the entire audience, Atobe Keigo bent his knees and his whole body jumped into the air.

Bang!
With a loud explosion, the tennis ball, like a shooting star, flew out and hit the right half of the service area.

Ball speed, power, spin, target placement, trajectory of the ball...

Watching the incoming ball and quickly analyzing it, Kitagawa Sora's steps flashed rapidly.

brush!
In a flash, Kitagawa Sora stepped directly outside the singles sideline, and the tennis racket held in his right hand was already swinging rapidly.

Power, explode!
boom!
咻叏~~~
Amidst the screams of speed, a yellow stream of light appeared under Sora Kitagawa's shot, and then turned around and headed towards the left half.

A straight ball path, the trajectory hits Keigo Atobe's left-hand corner of the baseline.

His precise control of the ball made Atobe's eyes flash.

At first glance, this ball has a high probability of going out of bounds, but if all factors are taken into consideration... it will be a overhead corner kick!
tread!
brush!
With a heavy step, the figure moved very quickly, and Atobe Keigo's speed was perfectly displayed at this moment.

Bang!
Stop, turn sideways, lead the shot, swing, and the sound explodes.

It is a perfect batting swing, extremely smooth, like an oil painting, full of gorgeous artistic sense.

This is the gorgeous tennis style from Keigo Atobe.

The foundation of British tennis, the embellishment of its own style, and the integration and evolution of skills from all over the world have created a tennis called 'Atobe Keigo'.

The opposite is the tennis ball named 'Kitagawa Sora'.

Bang!
As fast as the wind, turning from stillness, but only in an instant.

A simple step-up swing, a clean sideways turn, seemingly ordinary movements, can actually produce incredible shots.

The perfect transformation of power can be said to be the ultimate state of transformation.

……

that's it.

Under the gaze of the entire audience, on the tennis court, as Kitagawa Sora and Atobe Keigo galloped around, the two perfect tennis styles began to intersect and collide.

Bang!
boom!
peng!

Boom!
……

Once, twice, three times...

One round, two rounds, three rounds...

In the continuous sound of hitting the ball, in this first ball confrontation, Kitagawa Sora and Atobe directly played against each other for dozens of balls.

wow~~~
"You're lying! How many balls are there?"

"The competition has just begun. It's so intense!!!"

"It's so scary, this kind of confrontation!!!"

"Are these two people...really junior high school students like us?"

"Kuniichi!"

"By the way, this is the person who has played the most number of rounds with the big devil with one goal so far in the national competition, right?"

……

On the boiling stands, the audience began to discuss and exchange ideas.

They all stared at the duel on the tennis court with their eyes widened, unwilling to let go of any second of the scene.

It wasn't until the ball ended that they could finally take a breather.

Bang!
Whoosh!
Under the sound of hitting the ball, the air broke through and screamed.

Kitagawa Sora's shot was originally a mid-court shot, but after it touched the top of the net, its trajectory changed.

An unexpected sideline kick caught Keigo Atobe, who hit the backcourt and returned to defense, by surprise.

"Score works."

"0-15."

The ball that had been played for a long time finally came to an end. The referee reported the score as usual, with the server in front and the receiver in the back.

"Whoo~~~"

He took a long breath and seemed to be pouring out the emotions that had been accumulated in his heart.

Atobe's eyes became brighter again and he looked directly at the figure on the opposite field.

And this time.

Looking at each other, Kitagawa Sora also made an outline of his mouth.

"Atobe, your way of greeting is still the same as before."

Born in British tennis, Atobe is good at endurance games. When he meets his favorite opponent, his favorite way to say hello is to play the first ball of endurance.

Just like today's game, it's also like the game when we first met.

brush~
With a twist of the hand, the tennis racket flew into the air and spun.

Under the gorgeous movements, Atobe responded proudly.

"Your tennis habits haven't changed either."

Kitagawa Sora's tennis habit is to see everything about his opponent before destroying him, conquering his opponent from the inside out, and giving him a heartfelt defeat.

After a conversation, both parties looked at each other and smiled.

Immediately, their eyes met each other, their eyes focused, and the fighting spirit surged, and the flames of war were raging.

After the one-goal greeting, it’s the real game!

……

Da~da~da~~~
After the rhythmic sound of the ball, there was the flying tennis ball, the exclamations of countless spectators, the concentration of Sora Kitagawa's eyes, the tightening of the gaze of the tennis players on the sidelines, and the straight back start from the left half of the court. Keigo Atobe lowers his waist and takes the shot.

Bang! ! !
- Tannhäuser serves!
Whoosh! ! !
The bent knees and lower body, the upper body driven by maximum angles and curves, and the strong wrists are supported by the strength of the whole body. Facing the tennis ball, it is a quick cut from high to downward.

And the final result was a powerful serve that flew to the right half with a terrifying spin.

Boom~
wow~
In an instant, the people outside the venue were excited.

“It’s that serve!!!”

"Keigo Atobe's serving skills!!!"

"'Tannhäuser serves'!!!"

"Just use the second ball directly!!!"

"Can Kitagawa Sora fight back?"

At this moment, I saw the appearance of 'Tannhäuser Serve'.

Not only the audience, but also the tennis players from various schools in the front row stared at the tennis court for a moment, unwilling to miss the next scene.

Did Keigo Atobe win the first game with 'Tannhäuser Serve', or did Kitagawa Sora successfully counterattack 'Tannhäuser Serve' and complete the breakthrough move?

And the next moment, the answer will come out.

……

"Oh, 'Tannhäuser serves'~"

Watching the tennis ball coming in the wind, Kitagawa Sora stared closely and began to analyze the spin on the ball.

Amid Atobe's "affectionate" gaze, Kitagawa Sora spoke softly and spoke loudly.

"Within two goals, I'll break you!"

tread!
The figure, as fast as the wind, took two steps forward and arrived at the point where the ball was predicted to fall.

The next second, the tennis ball came and bounced off the ground. Kitagawa Sora, who was already ready, swung his racket to meet it without hesitation.

bang~
呲味味~~~
In an instant, there was the sound of the tennis racket head rubbing against the court ground, the sound of the tennis ball bouncing off the ground, and the sound of the tennis ball and racket colliding on the ground.

A variety of sounds merged together due to the short time, which was harsh and shocking.

however.

What makes people care more is the tennis ball that meets the tennis racket.

0.1s, 0.2s, 0.3s, 0.4s……

Under Sora Kitagawa's precise control, the racket head was tilted forward at an angle, and the tennis ball was not immediately knocked away. Instead, it stayed for almost a second under Sora Kitagawa's dragging force.

Bang~Boom~Boom~
The next second, with countless pairs of eyes widening in shock, the Tannhäuser Serve, which was about to start sliding on the ground after landing, was directly picked up by Kitagawa Sora.

After a soft sound, he turned back and flew erratically, hitting the net.

The slight sound, the slightly swaying net, and the breeze that rises at the right time to suit the situation, are so exciting that everyone's hearts tremble.

"The first goal was actually!!!"

"Tannhäuser's serve... was scooped up..."

"When we had an exchange match with the country m representative team, I remembered the vice-captain of the country m team named 'Rocky Melody', but it took me a long time to get the 'Tannhäuser Serve' out, but now..."

After some exclamation, everyone came back to their senses.

Looking at Kitagawa Sora on the tennis court, he couldn't help but feel normal. After all, this was their most powerful demon king on the surface!
At this moment, the atmosphere in Court No. [-] was strange.

Some cheered for Atobe's goal, but most of them were still concerned and worried.

Kitagawa Sora's bold words before hitting the ball, breaking the 'Tannhäuser Serve' with two balls, did not seem to be nonsense.

Now that the first ball is like this, then the next ball...

……

"Whoo~"

After taking a deep breath, between opening and closing, Atobu's eyes suddenly became clear, and they were still so serious and solemn.

Atobe had already been mentally prepared for the situation where the 'Tannhäuser Serve' was breached before the game.

He knows better than anyone else how powerful Kitagawa Sora is.

In his opinion, no matter how much you think about and prepare for the match with Sora Kitagawa, it is not an exaggeration.

After all, this man is really strong!
"Beichuan!"

Therefore, at this moment, Atobe did not pay too much attention or entanglement, but focused on the entire game.

bass!
"bring it on!"

"Tannhäuser serves, show me the break!"

While he was concentrating and calming down, he lowered his waist as Aibe threw the ball, and with a powerful cutting swing, the 'Tannhäuser Serve' whirled in the wind was hit again.

Bang~ba! ! !
咻叏~~~
Breaking the sky, screaming.

The birth of skills, apart from scoring, is to be cracked by opponents.

And if it is cracked, it cannot be shot, as long as you can get points, it will be fine.

……

(End of this chapter)