The Great Demon King of Internet

Chapter 12, Silent Beast

Chapter 12, Silent Beast
During the week when the minister was away, Akutsujin invaded and lost Senshi...

Wrong, cross it out and try again.

"Game, Akutsujin wins, score 6:2."

Qianshi collapsed on the ground, his chest rising and falling like a bellows, breathing heavily, and there were tears in his eyes.

It felt like I had just been kissed by dozens of male baboons.

"Buchou...when will you come back...I can't hold on any longer...Aku Tsujin...he is not a human being..."

Ever since Aku Tsujin came to the tennis club to participate in daily training, he would drag Sengoku into a duel every day.

In just one week, Qianshi saw what a monster was.

His life is full of ups and downs...

On the first day, Qianshi took off the weights and won the match 7:5.

The next day, Qianshi took off his weights and lost the match 6:7. The tiebreaker reached 62:64.

On the third day, Qianshi lost the match 5:7.

……

On the seventh day, Qianshi lost the match 2:6. PS: Aku Tsujin is wearing weights, Sengoku is not.

For a moment, Qianshi thought that quitting the tennis club and going home to buy lottery tickets might be a good choice.

He felt that he had become a tool for Akutsujin to vent.

Ever since Akatsuhito heard about how strong Hatada Setsuna was, he had taken root in the tennis club.

There seemed to be a fire in his heart.

His concentration in training and crazy performance made everyone in the department tremble with fear.

Setsuna's absence, Sengoku, as Yamabuki's only remaining singles player, became Akutsujin's sparring partner.

In other words, it became the bait for Akutsujin's evolution.

However, additive evolution is understandable, while exponential evolution is a bit excessive.

Qianshi thought: Whoever says he is a tennis prodigy in the future must give him a big dick.

Shut up, I don't deserve it! !
Akutsujin, who won the victory, did not do anything to insult Sengoku. Even after a fierce battle, he did not consume much and his breathing was still very stable.

Akutsujin walked to the rest area, drank a few sips of the energy drink, and turned to ask his companion who was sitting beside him.

"Old man, when will your grandson come back?"

Ban Lao smiled and said: "I called yesterday and I will be there at 4 o'clock today."

Akutsujin nodded. There were still 3 hours left, enough for him to return to his peak condition.

…………

The hands of the clock point to 4 o'clock.

"His aunt, I'm back..."

Setsuna rubbed her neck and yawned as she walked into the tennis club.

I won’t be able to sleep on the rail car next time, as it’s easy to have a stiff neck.

"The minister is back!!"

"Hello, Minister!!"

The tennis club members gathered over happily.

The most active one was Qianshi, who ran at the front with a grin on his face. He looked like an orange-haired loser who had been abandoned by his owner for a week and had been beaten up by a crazy dog outside.

Setsuna used her healed right hand to hold down Qianshi's head to prevent him from throwing tears and snot on her.

"Okay, okay, grandpa called me and I know everything. Don't look like a defeated dog. I will train you well later."

Akutsujin, who had closed his eyes to rest, opened his eyes, slowly stood up from his seat, and looked directly at Setsuna with his sharp eyes.

Setsuna smiled gently: "Oh, for those of you who don't know me, it seems you are Akutsujin."

Akutsujin looked at Setsuna expressionlessly: "I heard from Qianshi that you are very powerful. I have been waiting for you for a week, and I hope you will not disappoint me."

After that, Akutsujin took off all the weights on his body, walked to the side of the tennis court without saying a word, and began to do warm-up exercises.

During the week at Yamabuki, he heard a lot about Setsuna, including the battle between Setsuna and Sengoku. Akutsujin knew that Setsuna was also wearing a weight-bearing suit, although he did not specifically inquire about the specific weight of the weight. But being able to hit Qianshi with a heavy weight and being unable to fight back is something I can't do now.

Therefore, Akutsujin knew that he might not be Setsuna's opponent.

But that's what's interesting, isn't it?

The stronger the opponent in front of you, the stronger the sense of accomplishment will be after defeating it!
Setsuna sighed: "Oh, oh, oh, I'm so impatient. At least let me drink some hot water."

He took out his racket, walked to the other side of the field, and also did simple warm-up exercises.

"I can't help it. You don't seem to be patient, so I'll play a set with you. You are a guest, so you have to serve first."

Everyone was whispering to each other and couldn't help but become restless.

Monster Akutsujin vs. Monster Minister, a showdown between strong men!

The members were not in the mood to train and quickly took advantage of the situation. No one wanted to miss this battle.

Satoshi Yoshiki took the referee's seat without hesitation and waited patiently for 15 minutes. Seeing both sides nodding to indicate that preparations were complete, he announced: "Setsuna Hatada VS Akutsujin, one set to decide the winner, Akutsujin serves, let's begin!"

"Drink!!" Akutsujin roared and swung the racket in his hand hard.

The tennis ball landed on Setsuna's backhand area like lightning.

Qianshi's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. This was an American topspin. Akutsu preferred this method of serving, which could take advantage of his strength. At the same time, the American topspin ball bounces very high, making it difficult to find a comfortable return opportunity. When you're ready to counterattack, Akutsujin is already in a good position with his amazing speed.

Until now, I still can't find a reasonable way to deal with Akutsujin's style of play. I really want to see how the captain will solve it.

Setsuna smiled and said: "Relax, you don't have to be so tight from the beginning."

Then he made an understatement of a backhand half-volley, and the moment the ball just bounced, he easily knocked back this powerful American topspin serve.

Qianshi grinned when he saw it. He hadn't even practiced the half volley skill with his forehand, but the minister actually used his backhand and it was so smooth.

Akutsujin was as imposing as ever, fighting back while bullying himself into the net, intending to occupy a favorable position.

"Being at the net may not be good for you."

In an instant, it seemed to be pumping and slicing, and he hit a return ball with an erratic trajectory. It was not only extremely fast, but also formed a large arc. Cleverly bypassing Aku Tsujin's forward body, it turned into a through ball.

Akutsujin said fiercely: "You talk too much nonsense!!"

At this time, a jaw-dropping scene appeared.

Seeing the minister's exquisite attack, Qianshi was about to applaud, but saw Akutsuhito take a step forward and abruptly stop his progress.

Qianshi's mouth grew.

Oh my god, Akutsujin sprinted forward so fast and only took one step to stop?

Is this a small step?
Aren't small steps a step for moving left and right? Why can Akutsujin use forward and backward movement?
In one step, Akutsujin turned his body upside down, using an incredible angle and an incredible posture to forcefully retrieve the passing ball.

"Excellent comeback, but that's it."

The moment he appeared in front of the net, he gently waved his racket, and the tennis ball flew into the huge space on the other side.

No matter how excellent Akutsujin's neurological reflexes are, he will not be able to save this goal.

"0:15"

Akutsujin spat, his eyes filled with excitement.

Sure enough! A great hunting target!
I'm going to crush you! ! !
Seeing the meaning in Aku Tsujin's eyes, Setsuna's expression was very kind.

Do you think of me as prey?

"You seem to be overthinking something. Whatever, we have plenty of time. Let's play slowly."

Qianshi, who was watching from the side, shivered suddenly. His lucky intuition told him that the current minister seemed to be in some danger.

Akutsujin stared at Setsuna unruly and threw the tennis ball high.

"As I said, you talk too much nonsense!!"

There was a loud bang, and the tennis ball deformed in an instant under Akutsujin's vigorous swing and serve, which shows the strength of Akutsu's exertion.

Facing this fierce serve, Setsuna smiled with his eyes lowered and slightly raised the racket in his hand.

boom! ! !
A loud bang sounded in the field on Akutsujin's side, raising flying dust all over the sky.

Everyone on the sidelines coughed and waved their hands to clear away the dust.

What just happened? Did something explode?
After a while, the dust dispersed, and Akutsujin stood there with a livid face.

At his feet, a large pothole appeared. The tennis ball was cut in half and stayed inside quietly.

The members on the sidelines hurriedly ran out for a long distance.

The field was completely shattered. How powerful was this ball?
It would kill someone if hit, right? Will someone die? It will kill people! !

Qianshi took a breath. If the minister had received the same treatment as him when they were sparring...fortunately, he was good enough at that time!

Akutsujin's back was wet with cold sweat. At that moment, he didn't react at all and saw a blurry shadow flash past his perspective.

At that moment, Akutsujin felt that he had really experienced a hellish experience.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't touched a tennis racket for a long time, and I can't control my strength for a while. Grandpa, it must be the highest grade."

Ban Lao glanced at the remote control in his hand and nodded to indicate that the training clothes had been adjusted to the highest setting.

"It's nerve-wracking, so I have to do this."

In an instant, he walked to the sidelines speechlessly. The three weeks of practice of domineering and meditation allowed his strength to transform again. Even with the limitations of a weight-bearing suit, he can still achieve a five-dimensional level of "6 to 7".

He just went into battle as soon as he came back, and he didn't have much time to adapt to the changes in his body.

It's better to be cautious and don't accidentally maim him.

Setsuna took out another racket from the tennis bag, and everyone on the sidelines widened their eyes when they saw the racket.

Because there are only two strings in the racket, one horizontal and one vertical, located in the middle of the racket surface.

Cross shot? Can this racket be used to play ball?
"This is the racket I use to train my basic skills, just use it." Seeing this scene, Akutsujin's temples had veins popping up, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

Sengoku, Dongfang, Nan and others next to them looked at Akutsu worriedly, fearing that he would rush to the opposite side and hit someone next moment.

Setsuna seemed not to have seen this scene, but continued to fan the flames: "What? If you think I am insulting you, you can leave here immediately. Or, use your tennis ball to slap me hard in the face!"

"Ho ho ho ho... ha ha ha ha!!!!"

Surprisingly, Akutsujin did not have a seizure, but laughed wildly.

Then, he walked to another venue without saying a word, and his meaning was self-evident.

There is a big hole in this field and it is no longer possible to play. Let's change the field and fight again.

Setsuna glanced at Aku Tsujin with approval. If he was really angry and rushed to solve the problem with violence, there would be no value in training him.

After thinking about his performance just now, Setsuna couldn't help but agree that he could be on the list of S-class potential based on physical fitness alone, and it really didn't contain any moisture.

Moreover, through the observation just now, on top of such an excellent physical foundation, Akutsujin also hides two mental qualities.

One is wildness, which has already begun to emerge. The other is the limit, which has not yet been discovered.

The two ability-type mental traits can indeed be called huge potentials.

In retrospect, Setsuna had already reached the receiving area.

Qianshi breathed a long sigh of relief, sat down next to Banlao, and whispered: "I was scared to death. I thought I was going to fight."

The old man smiled and said: "Perhaps this is the intuition of the beast. Although the beast is fierce, it also knows how to judge the situation. Akutsujin is not a reckless man. The goal just made by Setsuna has already made Akutsujin aware of the gap between them. . He knew very well that it was impossible to win. Therefore, he did not refute Setsuna’s proposal."

Qianshi was puzzled: "Why do you continue when you know you can't win?"

Banlao glanced at him: "Because the beast is bloody, and he will not allow himself to escape without a fight. Therefore, Qianshi, you have to take a serious look. The qualities in Akutsujin are exactly what you lack."

On the court, Akutsujin is as fierce as ever.

Every time you swing the racket, you can feel the powerful power contained in each ball through the sound of the tennis ball breaking through the air.

Akutsujin's intention is very simple, use force to break your string and see how you fight back?

But the two seemingly weak shooting strings held on so miraculously.

No matter how strong the wind blows in my face and the huge waves hit the shore, I am like a steel fortress, enjoying the breeze and the washing of water.

In the process of fighting back, Setsuna even had the leisure to provide guidance.

"Qianshi, look carefully, this is an advanced tennis skill you must master: sweet spot return."

"The cross beat is an important stage that you must go through to practice this technique."

"The sweet spot is the best area to return the ball. The point where the longest horizontal and vertical strings in the racket meet is the core of the sweet spot."

"No matter what kind of tennis skills, whether it is power, speed or spin, there will be an absolute balance point during the hitting process."

"If you can overlap the core of the sweet spot with this balance point, you can easily crack most of the skills."

"For example, this side-spinning ball, you have to look carefully and accurately judge the trajectory of the spin."

"If you think of rotation as a tornado, then the eye is the safest place, where the equilibrium point is!"

…………

"Game, Setsuna Hata wins this game, 0:1"

While talking, Setsuna scored two points in a row and easily won Aku Tsujin's serve with steady defense.

Everyone in Shanbuki was so surprised that they were speechless.

It was clearly Akutsuhito's serve, it was clearly Akutsuhito's crazy attack, and it looked like a canoe in a storm.

But as time went by, Akutsujin lost points.

Aku Tsujin was sweating profusely and looked at Setsuna in disbelief.

This round was more tiring than playing against Qianshi.

Because Aku Tsujin exploded with all his heart, he used his full strength in every ball.

Run with all your strength and fight back with all your strength.

But the other person responded so lightly and simply with all his efforts.

Every ball is hit where it is most difficult to catch, and where it is almost impossible to catch up.

Moreover, every time he hits the ball, he chooses to take a breath and return the ball when he is most uncomfortable.

Akutsujin had a feeling that everything about him had been seen through.

He couldn't believe how there could be such a powerful peer in this world, using the sport of tennis that he looked down upon to teach him a harsh lesson.

However, he, Aku Tsujin, is by no means someone who gives up easily.

In the moment of serving, he saw him patting the tennis ball on the ground. Akutsujin took a strange starting posture and was ready.

Setsuna chuckled softly, threw the tennis ball high, and swung the racket down like an antelope's horns in a very standard heavy cannon serving posture.

The path of the ball is very clear.

Aku Tsujin thought so, and quickly hit the ball with the racket in his hand.

Bang, there was a muffled sound, and the ball actually fell into the string.

Akutsujin's expression changed. Is this ball so heavy? How can a ball hit with just two strings have such power?
Gritting his teeth, he relied on the twisting of his waist and abdomen to drive the swing of his arms and hit the ball back.

Unfortunately, I played too hard and the tennis ball did not pass the net.

"0:15"

Looking at the surprised Akutsujin, Setsuna smiled and said: "Akutsujin, do you know what your biggest problem is? You rely too much on your own instincts. Although you are talented and can make unexpected counterattacks posture. But this kind of counterattack is just the most comfortable way for you to fight back. It is not the most scientific and powerful way to fight back.

Tennis has developed for so many years. What type of return is faced and what kind of return method is chosen. What kind of posture can you use to maximize the power, speed and spin of the tennis ball. They all contain the experiences and summaries of countless senior athletes.

You have never studied these in a systematic way. You just follow your own instincts and subconsciously choose how to deal with it. Even if it's not the optimal solution, or it's the wrong solution, you still do it.

Therefore, even if you put in all your efforts, you can still find countless flaws for me.

Akutsujin, if you blindly act unconstrainedly, you will only become a rootless person. Orthodox tennis is exactly what you are missing.

If you can integrate orthodox tennis with your personality, your tennis will undergo a qualitative change! "

Akutsujin was silent for a rare moment. He did not say the famous saying "Stop dictating to me" as before. His eyes were full of reflection.

Setsuna didn't rush him, but waited patiently.

After a long while, Akutsujin raised his head, his eyes filled with perseverance. This time, he did not assume a personalized starting posture to catch the ball. Instead, he stood in the receiving area and caught the ball in an orthodox way.

"continue!"

Setsuna smiled and said: "Don't be in a hurry, you have plenty of time. I will fight you in the orthodox way. You take your time to watch, think, and confirm."

The serves were smooth and steady, and the counterattacks were tepid.

It looks like a simple warm-up, but also like a ball-feeding exercise.

Every ball is played in the most satisfactory manner.

Akutsujin is absorbing water like a sponge, and his playing posture is constantly changing.

Although it still seems to be dominated by various unexpected return methods, it can be seen with the naked eye that each return ball becomes more and more stable and powerful.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the ever-increasing score.

"Game, Setsuna Hata wins this game, 0:2"

"Game, Setsuna Hata wins this game, 0:3"

…………

Akutsujin looked calm and regarded the score as if it were nothing.

Whether it was Setsuna's serve or his own serve, he was seriously reflecting on himself.

This ball, if I had followed my subconscious habits, I would have spun a few times in the air before hitting back. However, the rotation can only increase the centrifugal force a little. Compared with fully extending the arm and then fighting back, the power will be reduced a lot.

And for this ball, after catching the ball, I would subconsciously run back to the midfield as fast as possible. But at this time, if the opponent hits a turning ball, I have to rely on instinct to forcefully twist my body to save the ball. Then the other side will open up a larger space and the opponent can easily score. If you follow the orthodox method, slow down the pace appropriately, and return to the midfield in small steps, although the far side will open up some space, you can definitely catch up with the return ball, and you don't have to worry about leaving a loophole on the near side and preventing the opponent from attacking. A sneak attack that turned back the ball.

And this ball...

…………

"Game, Setsuna Hata wins, score 0:6"

Akutsujin, who was shooting the ball and preparing to serve, was stunned when he heard this.

Have you finished playing?

We lost, 0:6. What a complete loss.

Without saying a word, Akatsuki walked to the rest area, covered his face with a towel, and leaned on the backrest to rest in silence.

Setsuna sat next to Akutsujin and placed a bottle of water in Akutsujin's hand, which he held silently.

"Have you joined the club?"

"not yet."

"Remember to add."

"it is good."