The Great Demon King of Internet

Chapter 7, establishing authority

After leaving Seigaku, Mifune's expression has always been bad.

Passers-by would subconsciously take a detour when they saw him, because they felt like this savage man was going to hit someone at the next moment.

As this person gets older, he tends to think too much.

When it comes to Seigaku, "Jade comes first", Mifune can't help but worry, will the same thing happen to Tatekai Dai and Hyotei?
  The promising youngster was bullied by his seniors and suffered all kinds of humiliation.

In the past, I mainly focused on training high school students, but now I think about it.

Setsuna patiently comforted the grumpy old man and took Mifune to a clothing store to buy masks, hats and other decorations to make herself less conspicuous.

Although Mifune's work is mostly behind the scenes, he has a higher status after all, so it is not surprising to be recognized.

Doing a good job of covering up can not only avoid a lot of unnecessary troubles, but also enable better "incognito private visits".

Fortunately, the atmosphere of Lihai University's tennis club is relatively positive.

For example, Tachibana Dai was angry about his poor performance shortly after the regional preliminaries. The three giants, Yukimura Seiichi, Sanada Genichiro, and Yanagrenji, with the support of club veteran Akuto Mitsuya, boldly promoted reforms. Yukimura Seiichi successfully served as the director of the Rikkai University Tennis Department, and discovered outstanding players such as Nioh Masaharu, Marui Bunta, Jack Kuwahara and other new students, and launched high-intensity training with the goal of dominating the country.

And Hyotei's Atobe Keigo dominates the Hyotei Tennis Club with his ability to crush the entire club.

He also spent a lot of money to purchase various high-tech training equipment and equipped with professional nutritionists and trainers, so that the ice emperor's tennis players can receive the most professional training.

The development of the two schools was in full swing, obviously a big step ahead of Seigaku, which also eased Mifune's gloomy mood a bit.

As for Tiantianbao Temple, it is too far away and it is impossible to make it there today.

However, the tennis club of Tiantianbao Temple has always had a good atmosphere. With the purpose of happy tennis, it has sent many tennis players with weird personalities to U17, so it is not a big problem.

Coach Osamu Watanabe’s coaching ability is also at the top level.

Moreover, Mori Juzaburo, an S-level potential student who Shitenhoji Temple needs to focus on, will transfer to Rikkai University High School in the second half of the year or next year due to his parents' work problems at home.

This point has been written down in the information by the U17 investigators.

Mifune was very satisfied with the tennis training atmosphere at Tatekai University and thought that he would not use up Tousaburo Mori's talent in vain.

In the end, there are still Shishile Middle School and Muzhidou Middle School. Although they are both old and famous tennis schools, their chronology is very serious. There are only a few good players struggling to support them, and there is no value for examination.

So, Mifune said goodbye to Setsuna and made an appointment to meet at U17.

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The next day, Banlao took Setsuna to complete the admission procedures and then went to the tennis club.

Although Yamabuki Middle School is a famous tennis school, there are not many new members joining the tennis club this year, and overall it is in a state of inactivity.

The director is Satoshi Yoshiki, who is in the third year of junior high school, and the deputy director is Aie Onoe, who is in the third year of junior high school. The two are one of the best doubles teams in Neon Junior High School today, and are known as the face of Yamabuki Junior High School.

The only other regular members are sophomore Hiromi Ohenga and Yuji Narita, both of whom are mainly responsible for singles. But the two of them are just the middle of the pack, and they basically lose more than they win in the competition.

The remaining main candidates have graduated and entered higher education, so Yamabuki urgently needs to replenish his blood.

However, the quality of this batch of students is relatively unsatisfactory.

After careful screening by Ban Lao, only a pair of freshmen with doubles talents were found, namely Kentaro Minami and Masami Higashikata, who can strengthen Yamabuki's doubles.

There is also Sengoku Seijun, who shined in the youth trials, who can improve Yamabuki's weak situation in singles.

Then there is Xindu Midaoji, who is also a freshman with good quality. Although his singles ability is weak, he has a good sense of coordination and is a good doubles prospect. Unfortunately, after joining the Yamabuki Tennis Club, I have never found an ideal partner.

When Setsuna arrived at the tennis club, the first thing he felt was the relaxed atmosphere here.

The club is very harmonious and fun, without the disgusting gossip of Qingxue.

It can be seen that Banlao's management of the tennis club is still very good.

Seeing the arrival of the old man, Minister Yoshiki Chi ordered: "Everyone gather and line up! Say hello!"

"Good company!"

Banlao smiled and waved his hand: "Hello everyone, hello everyone, relax, our tennis club is adding a new member today. Setsuna, please introduce yourself."

Everyone looked at the bandage on his right arm with curiosity in their eyes.

Qianshi Qingchun poked Shinto Midakichi next to him, and whispered in a low voice: "I heard that I took a leave of absence two days ago to go abroad. I want to bring back my grandson who is studying tennis abroad. It should be him."

"It should be, he is wearing a bandage. Did he encounter an accident?"

Setsuna stepped forward and greeted everyone in a friendly manner: "Hello everyone, my name is Banta Setsuna, Banlao's grandson. As for me, there is nothing I like or dislike too much, so I can accept it. This time I join the Yamabuki Middle School Tennis Club. Mainly to fulfill my grandfather’s dream and lead everyone to win the national championship.”

As soon as the last words came out, everyone in the tennis club changed their expressions.

Lead? Even if you are the grandson of an old man, do you want to seize power when you first come to the tennis club?

Minister Yoshiki Satoshi's self-restraint was pretty good, he frowned and said nothing.

Qianshi Qingchun couldn't bear it anymore. In addition to his arrogant personality, he was also very convinced by the minister's leadership. How could he stay in the face of these provocative remarks? Be the first to stand up.

"Does this classmate want to be the minister of our Yamabuki Middle School?"

Setsuna nodded gently: "This classmate's understanding is very correct."

"Hahahaha." Qianshi had a cynical smile on his face: "I wonder what kind of confidence Setsuna-san has to say such a thing? Is it because you are studying tennis abroad and feel too good about yourself, or is it because you are the grandson who will accompany you to your old age? Woolen cloth?"

Hearing Qianshi Jinli's words, Setsuna was not angry: "Before I came here, I took a look at your information. The two seniors, Yoshiki Satoshi and Onoe Aie, have very excellent academic performance. Now is the critical period for further studies. The old man also mentioned to me that the ambitions of the two seniors are not in tennis. After they reach high school, they will focus all their energy on their studies, right."

Yoshiki Satoshi and Onoe Aie nodded, managing the tennis club, which invisibly diverted a lot of their study energy.

"In addition, the two seniors have relatively gentle personalities and are not strong enough. If you want to dominate the country, gentleness alone is not enough, and I can make up for the lack of rigidity here. I will give you the tempering of blood and fire, so that Shanbuki can be reborn.

Of course, the most important thing in tennis is that the strong is king. Because I am strong enough, I am your leader. "

Qianshi was young and vigorous, and when he heard this, he and Setsuna came to the end of the argument: "How strong are you, classmate? I have seen how strong your mouth is. I know you are an elite abroad, but don't underestimate the excellence of our Neon. Golfer!"

Setsuna shook his head and sighed: "A frog in a well wants to take the lead. Anyway, establishing authority is indispensable. You are Qingchun Qianshi, right? Since you took the lead and spoke out what everyone is thinking, then from you Let’s start practicing casually. Of course, anyone who is not convinced can come and give it a try.”

"Now? Forget it, your right arm is still injured, and I don't want to take advantage of you."

"Oh, this little injury doesn't matter."

"It's okay? Are you left-handed?"

"No, I'm right-handed."

Hearing this, Qianshi said angrily: "You are right-handed? Are you still fighting me with your left hand?"

There should be a limit to looking down on people! !
  "Yes, although it is not commonly used, but to deal with you, the left hand is enough. If you are worried, I can tie the racket to my leg and hit you with my feet."

Qianshi's temples were filled with angry veins: "Okay! Come on then! Let me learn the skills of foreign elites!"

Throughout the whole process, the companion watched with a smile on his face, without any intention of intervening.

Jimushi stepped forward and asked: "Lao Ban, look at this..."

Banlao waved his hand: "Don't worry, just watch quietly."

"Old man, the remote control is right here with you. Please turn it to the highest setting."

Mr. Ban nodded, took out the remote control, and adjusted it from the second gear to the highest gear.

Setsuna's figure suddenly staggered.

Is the highest-grade pulse pressure so good?

If it weren't for the battle with his uncle and his breakthrough in strength, he wouldn't have been able to adapt to this level of pressure for a while.

Ogami Aie's eyes were sharp. When Banlao took out the remote control, he saw the numbers marking the different gears on it.

100 kilograms? 200 kilograms? 300 kilograms?

What's this? It can't be a burden.

Feeling doubtful, he asked Mr. Ban in a low voice: "Lao Ban, is this a weight-bearing remote control?"

Ban Lao raised his finger, shushed his lips, nodded, and replied in a low voice: "Settuna is wearing a high-tech pulse training suit, which can simulate muscle stimulation of up to 300 kilograms of weight."

Ogami Aie swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Oh my god, 300 kilograms? If it were you, not to mention 300, 30 kilograms of weight would be extremely difficult, right? Are foreign elites all monsters?
  On the other side, Satoshi Yoshiki took the initiative to assume the referee position, while Sengoku and Setsuna were warming up on both sides of the field.

The difference is that Qianshi's warm-up movements were very serious. He did not miss a single movement of pressing his legs, stretching his muscles, and moving his wrists and ankles. It could be seen that he really held his breath and wanted to teach Setsuna a lesson.

Setsuna, on the other hand, was lazy, shaking his arms for a while, taking a walk for a while, and didn't seem to pay much attention to the warm-up.

Ji Muji secretly thought: I heard that my grandson studied tennis abroad all year round and received a top-notch elite education. He must be very powerful. Judging from how confident he is, his strength should be more than a thousand stones. But he is also very aware of Qianshi's tennis skills. In terms of singles skills, he has surpassed himself as a boss. Only his strength and endurance are still lacking. Therefore, elites from abroad, if you face Qianshi with such a careless attitude, even if you can win, you will definitely be disgraced.

After 15 minutes, the two parties completed their warm-up.

Qianshi no longer laughed as before, but stepped forward seriously and asked: "Guess first."

Setsuna waved his hand: "No need to bother, you serve first."

Qianshi was not polite: "Okay, then I'll go first!"

Ah! You can be arrogant! From this point on, I'm going to surprise you!
  Satoshi Yoshiki, who was in the referee's position, gave the order: "Setsuna Hata VS Kiyoshi Sengoku, one set to decide the winner, let's begin."

Qianshi slapped the tennis ball a few times, feeling good about the ball, and threw the tennis ball high.

Kentaro Minami's eyes widened: "Sengoku, did you actually use the special move 'Tiger Roar' from the beginning?"

This move is Qianshi's trump card. In the tennis club, only the chief and deputy directors can do it, and no one else can even touch the ball.

Throw the ball to the highest point and use good bounce to exert strong potential energy on the ball at the highest point.

Although it is just a simple smash serve, its power and speed cannot be underestimated.

Qianshi shouted angrily in the air: "Tiger Roar!!"

The tennis ball flew accurately to the blind spot in the receiving area on Setsuna's right side.

Setsuna shook his head and said, "It's flashy."

He simply turned sideways and swung the racket easily to return the seemingly powerful and heavy serve with ease.

Before Qian Shi hit the ground, the ball flew out from under him.

Everyone in Yamabuki was stunned on the spot. Qianshi's trick was counterattacked so easily?

Are you ignoring such heavy power and such fast speed?

Especially Satoshi Yoshiki on the referee's bench. He and Sengoku were training together at the beginning, but it took two games of trial and error to wait for Sengoku's strength to wane before Tiger Roar successfully counterattacked.

After being stunned for a long time, he announced the score: "15:0"

Qianshi's expression changed drastically. He originally wanted to use his proud move to take the lead, but was understated and intimidated by his opponent?

Setsuna yawned and commented: "Playing tennis is not better than high jumping. Why jump so high? You don't even leave yourself any space to catch the ball. With this kind of serve, as long as the opponent successfully counterattacks, you will lose points steadily. , it’s no different from giving away points.”

Qianshi gritted his teeth.

No, it must be that the angle of the serve just now was too simple and the force was not sufficient. This time, I not only use my full strength, but also use side spin. Let me see how you take it!
  For the second serve, Qianshi still stubbornly chose Tiger Roar!
  "Oh, I really can't learn well."

This ball moved sideways in a certain arc, but it still couldn't escape the moment of one step.

Just like the previous ball, before Qian Shi hit the ground, the tennis ball passed under him again.    “30:0”

"You can continue to send points, which will save me a lot of time."

Qianshi's face turned green and white. On the third ball, he finally accepted the reality and switched to a high-pressure serve.

The failure of the first two goals left Qianshi still in a daze. This ball was obviously a little soft and he seemed to be helpless.

Setsuna sauntered back and fired back easily.

While I was thinking: Being idle is also idle, why not try the uncle’s "taking advantage".

What to do first? Oh, by the way, first observe the incongruities in the opponent's steps, breathing, and swing.

Gee, even if I don't use "macro-micro control", I can still see a lot of flaws. Just because the trick was broken, is the state of mind so flustered? No wonder his potential is only C-level. Forget it, I'll just use "tricks" to train him.

At this time, everyone on the sidelines was completely silent.

Setsuna just made a few mediocre counterattacks, but for some reason, he easily took the initiative on the field.

On one side of the field, Setsuna was walking around the field like an old man taking a walk, swinging his racket left and right.

On the other side of the field, Sengoku was breathing heavily and kept running back and forth from side to side, struggling to save every ball that hit the dead end.

Even if you don't know much about tennis, you can still see the difference in strength between the two, just like a strong man teasing a child.

No, no, this is too passive. I'm going to make the move ahead of time.

With Qianshi thinking like this, after barely saving the ball from the right side, he stepped on the ground with small steps and prepared to run to the midfield.

Seeing Sengoku running hard to the left, intending to fill the gap, Setsuna shook his head and smiled, and lightly hit the tennis ball to Sengoku's right side again.

Turn the ball back!
  Although the ball was slow, Qianshi had already started to the left. Under the inertia, he was unable to respond a second time. Instead, he fell to the ground in embarrassment due to his disordered footsteps.

"40:0"

After just one ball, Qianshi's serve, he was breathing rapidly, sweating profusely, and consuming a lot of energy.

He got up, gritted his teeth and served again.

Every time he swung the racket, Qianshi roared angrily, as if this could make the tennis ball full of power.

After two back and forths, Qianshi started running back and forth on the field again.

After eight rounds, Qianshi couldn't shout anymore, so he could only save his energy and barely catch the ball.

The old man looked at Setsuna's dark spiritual aura and secretly sighed at the ruthlessness of this tennis style.

Mischief, one of Setsuna's mental traits, uses various methods to give psychological hints to the opponent, and invisibly destroys the opponent's mind until his heart collapses. It can be said that his tennis style is extremely cruel when "mischief" is the dominant factor.

His remarks before the war aroused Qianshi's anger, causing him to gradually lose his mind.

The unique technique of easily defeating Sengoku, pointing out the shortcomings mercilessly and belittling them as worthless, thus destroying Sengoku's self-confidence.

The easy suppression of the tug of war, teasing Qianshi back and forth like walking a dog, gave Qianshi both physical and mental torture.

In the end, Qianshi needs to be attacked head-on at what he is most proud of, which will be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

On the field, the last ball of the first game was played back and forth like this for forty or fifty times.

Qianshi's legs felt like lead and he couldn't run anymore.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Qianshi yelled out before falling, pounced on the ball that could no longer reach its position, and barely hit it back.

A special spiritual aura flashed across Qianshi's body.

The moment across from him, he accurately captured this aura, and his eyes were bright and restrained.

So that’s it, this is what is mentioned in the information…

The ball hit the net strangely, and luckily it ended up in front of the net.

Outside the court, Dongfang Masami couldn't help shouting: "Here it comes, Qianshi's lucky blow!"

Hearing the sound of the ball hitting the net, Qianshi's eyes were full of hope.

In the past, during battles, this kind of luck would often accompany him and help him save the day at critical moments.

I can take this point.

But when he raised his head, his eyes were full of despair.

Because Setsuna seemed to have sensed an opportunity, he strolled to the net, casually stretched out his racket, and gently knocked the fallen tennis ball to the opposite side.

The tennis ball rolled down in front of Sengoku who fell.

"Putting your comeback on illusory luck? How about you make a wish and let God strike me with lightning, so that you can win without a fight."

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

Qianshi stood up, his eyes filled with confusion.

Is my luck useless?
  Setsuna took a look at Qianshi's mental state and found that it was on the verge of collapse.

So, it depends on your destiny whether you will be reborn or sink.

"Forget it, I'm tired of playing!"

Suddenly, Setsuna's eyes became extremely cold.

"I heard that your dynamic vision is good, Qianshi. Then, try my serve."

A trace of panic flashed in Qianshi's eyes: "You, what do you mean?"

"I mean, the first pitch, it's going to go past your right ear."

brush! A flash of light flashed, Qianshi felt a sharp pain in his right ear, and something flew past his face.

The audience outside the court were all dumbfounded. Did you serve just now?
  At such a fast speed, you can't even see the shadow of the ball?

As the referee, Yoshiki Satoshi did not report the score for a long time.

Seeing this, Banlao stood up and said: "It's valid within the bounds, 15:0"

"The second ball is going to graze your left knee."

Another ray of light flashed, and Qianshi could barely see the shadow of the ball, and his left knee suddenly felt like it was on fire.

"30:0"

"The third ball is going to pass your nose."

The next moment, a strong wind blew past Qianshi's eyes. He closed his eyes subconsciously and felt a hot pain at the tip of his nose.

"40:0"

"The fourth ball, I want to knock your racket away."

The light flashed, and with a bang, the racket in Qianshi's hand rose up. He covered his numb right hand and stared blankly at the racket that fell to the side.

Someone on the sidelines had already taken out a speedometer and said in shock: "The serving speed, 203Km/h, has exceeded the fastest serving record in the country."

At this time, Banlao announced the score: "Game, win this game instantly, 2:0"

Qianshi fell to his knees on the ground, his eyes filled with emptiness: "We can't win, it's impossible to win, you're too strong..."

Setsuna stepped forward and looked at Qianshi condescendingly, his eyes full of teasing and cruelty: "Next, I have more interesting ways to treat you, we can play slowly."

When Qianshi's eyes were filled with fear, Setsuna's tone became gentle and he said calmly: "If you really can't bear it, just quit the tennis club. If you are so lucky, you can go home and buy lottery tickets, and if you win two jackpots, you will have nothing to worry about for the rest of your life. Why endure the insult here?”

When Qian Shi heard this, his body kept trembling, and his lips couldn't stop buzzing, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"If you don't want to leave, pick up the racket! Hurry up and serve! Don't waste my time!"

Qianshi's eyes were full of the battle between heaven and man, and after a few minutes, he chose to pick up the racket.

Standing helplessly opposite Setsuna like a little white rabbit.

Setsuna shouted angrily: "Serve me!"

Qianshi trembled violently and barely hit the ball. His strength was so weak that the tennis ball almost missed the net.

Setsuna hit the ball to the left and right fields on the opposite side and ordered: "What are you doing standing still? Run!"

Qianshi bit his lip. His mind was now blank. He could only subconsciously watch the incoming ball and run left and right as before.

Jimushi couldn't stand it any longer and looked back at Banlao: "Banlao, please stop, Qianshi has reached his limit. If this continues, he will collapse!"

The old man shook his head firmly: "Keep watching."

At this time, everyone realized that Setsuna seemed to be swinging the racket fiercely and mercilessly, but there was room for every ball, and it was no different from feeding the ball.

But Qianshi on the court could no longer notice these situations. He could only keep running and catching the ball like a programmed machine.

There was a faint sour emotion in his mind.

When he was in elementary school, he made a splash in the youth trials and became a tennis genius who was praised by adults.

But after that, I was immersed in this kind of vain vanity.

He admired the love letters sent to him by the beautiful female students, secretly dated a bunch of girlfriends, and enjoyed a life of playfulness.

When did I start getting tired of training?

When did I start forgetting the original intention of playing tennis?
  If I can work hard and not waste precious time.

Will you play better today?

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When the last ball fell, Qianshi collapsed to the ground with tears streaming down his face.

"Game, Setsuna Hatada wins, 6:0"

Setsuna walked up to Qianshi and looked at him condescendingly again.

"How about it, have you made a decision?"

"Please don't drive me away!! I want to stay in the tennis club!! I love playing tennis!! I want to become stronger!!!"

Qianshi shouted at the top of his lungs, as if he was trying to squeeze out all the strength in his body.

Setsuna smiled and said: "Very good, I will train you well. Climb up with the determination to die!"

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Qianshi, who was too tired to move, was carried down.

Setsuna looked at everyone gently: "Does anyone else want to try?"

Everyone looked at each other in shock, and no one dared to answer the question for a moment.

(End of this chapter)