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Snapped!

A cloud of dust erupted from the ground, and a streak of yellow light shot rapidly off the field.

"So fast!"

"...There's absolutely no trace of tennis in it!"

A series of exclamations came from the sidelines.

Momoshiro and Kaidou stared wide-eyed and furrowed their brows, trying their best, but only managing to catch a glimpse of a blurry ball.

Although I had already learned about the power of the powerful serve from Senior Qian, the data alone could never compare to the shock of seeing it with my own eyes.

"At this speed..."

The two looked at each other and saw shock and a hint of worry in each other's eyes.

"If I encounter an opponent like this, how should I retaliate?"

"..."

The same thought popped into their minds at the same time, but after thinking about it for a while, they had no clue what to do. The final answer they came up with was to wait for the other person to get cold and make a mistake.

"Chōtarō scores, 15-0!"

......

Bang!

Another powerful serve at 235 km/h!

"Chōtarō scores, 30-0!"

......

Thud! ...Pfft! ...

Chotaro Ootori's third serve went astray and hit the net, the force of the impact causing the net to dent backward.

"One shot was a miss!"

Thud! ...Pfft! .....

"Double miss!"

"Kitahara Akira scores, 30-15!"

Chotaro Ootori caught two tennis balls thrown from the sidelines.

"call......"

After the sideline referee retrieved the ball and left the court, he took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then shook his hands, trying to shake off the feeling of his earlier mistake.

Tap...tap...tap...

As the tennis ball bounced off the ground, his gaze returned to calm, and he flipped his palm upward.

"One...ball...goes..."

"...soul!!"

Bang! !

With a loud bang, the tennis ball, like a cannonball, instantly pierced through the entire court.

"Chōtarō scores, 40-15!"

......

Bang!

"Game, Chotaro Ootori, 1-0!"

"The two sides will switch venues."

......

"Hyotei will win!"... "Choutarou will win!"...

The cheers of the Hyotei supporters were deafening.

Since it was only a qualifying round, only a small portion of Hyotei's cheerleading squad came, but the sheer scale of their presence already surpassed that of most of the participating schools.

"Chōtarō is in great form today; his opponent hasn't moved an inch!"

Ryo Shishido's eyes lit up with surprise, and he excitedly clenched his fist in approval, while Gakuto Mukahi turned his head away: "Kabaji... even you probably can't return Chotaro's serve, right?"

He waited for several seconds but didn't get a reply from Kabaji, and he pursed his lips in frustration.

Shinobu tried to interrupt their argument: "Quiet down, that kid hasn't served yet. This match is only just beginning."

Ryo Shishido immediately retorted, "When it comes to serving, Chotaro would never lose!"

"We absolutely cannot lose?"

Upon hearing this, Atobe raised an eyebrow and gave Shishido Ryo a meaningful look. "Shishido, if you continue with this kind of mentality, you'll inevitably suffer a major setback sooner or later!"

"You're so annoying, Atobe!"

(Ryo Shishido with long hair: Back then, I was very arrogant.)

......

"Kitahara, retaliate!" Muromachi shouted ten times.

"Don't let them look down on us, show them what you're made of with your serve!" Kita Kazuma shouted.

"Smash that big puppy on the other side!" Morimura gripped the barbed wire, his face flushed red.

"A big, cute puppy...?"

Ootori Chotaro must have heard it, and he was visibly taken aback. Shishido Ryo, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow and looked in Morimura Ya's direction, as if they shared the same opinion.

Tap...tap...tap...

Hearing his teammates cheering, Kitahara Akira smiled slightly, then calmly took out a tennis ball, gently pressed it two or three times, and forcefully tossed it upwards.

Bang! !

Kitahara Akira swung his racket, leaving a blur as his arm muscles, like compressed springs, unleashed terrifying speed and power.

The tennis ball vanished into thin air in an instant.

"Wow, so fast!"

Feng Changtaro's eyes narrowed.

A blurry afterimage, no less powerful than a cannon serve and even faster than a point, flashed before his eyes.

Even though I had prepared myself mentally.

However, he was still taken aback by Kitahara Akira's serve and was unable to move forward even a step.

He finally understood how others felt when facing a powerful serve.

"Kitahara Akira scores, 15-0!"

Kitahara Akira's expression remained largely unchanged. He walked to the other side of the service line, and without pressing down or preparing, he tossed the tennis ball into his hand.

then......

Bang!Bang!Bang!

In the blink of an eye, Kitahara Akira unleashed three super-fast flat serves, as if he had transformed into a cold serving machine, without making the slightest mistake.

Each ball was maintained at a speed of over 235 km/h and precisely pressed into the outer corner.

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School Kitahara Akira, 1-1!"

"Four ACEs in a row...! Absolutely unbeatable...!"

"Kitahara Akira!"... "First Heavy Gun!"...

"Kitahara! Kitahara! Kitahara!"

Seeing Kitahara Akira easily win his service game, Yamabuki's side was not to be outdone, and together with the dozen or so unfamiliar fans, they shouted in unison.

"That guy...!"

From the moment the second ball came out completely unprepared, Shishido Ryo's expression changed.

Mukahi Gakuto was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Seeing Kitahara Akira effortlessly unleash four high-quality, high-speed serves in a row, Oshitari Yuushi was also somewhat incredulous.

What's frightening about the opponent isn't just their serve speed.

Four serves, the ball toss, backswing, hitting, follow-through... each serve was almost identical. What incredible stability and body control!

Return to the bottom line and stand firm.

Ootori Chotaro's eyes flickered slightly: "What a terrifying fellow."

The previous service game was undoubtedly a strong response to his opponent, and the opponent's goal was indeed achieved, with pressure suddenly overwhelming him like a tidal wave.

"There can be no slackening whatsoever!"

Feng Changtaro bit his lip, his usually gentle eyes suddenly becoming unusually sharp.

"One...ball...enters...the...soul!!"

Bang! !

......

Bang! !

"Game, Hyotei Academy, Chotaro Ootori, 2-1!"

"The two sides switch courts."

......

Bang! !

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School Kitahara Akira, 2-2!"

......

"It completely turned into a serve-and-volley battle between the two!"

"Although I had expected it, seeing a match like this still felt incredible..."

Sadaharu Inui pushed up his slightly slipping glasses. "I've never seen a match where both sides score directly with their serves when they can't return the serve."

"From now on, it will be a contest of stamina and the success rate of serves."

Tezuka's eyes were calm as he pointed out the key to the match: "If one side can receive the opponent's serve first, the other side's morale will suffer a fatal blow. Once their fighting spirit is broken, it is very difficult to recover it."

Bang! !

Kitahara Akira remained unwavering, his arm repeatedly blurring into afterimages as he resolutely unleashed Wind Speed.

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School Kitahara Akira, 3-3!"

He has never been afraid of stability.

This includes the results of his swordsmanship training, but more importantly, every time he uses the "Ghost Rope's Frenzied Tennis Racket," the precise way of exerting force is imprinted on his body.

It's fair to say that he has ingrained this serve into his very being.

Their serve success rate has long reached an astonishing 90% or more.

He only falls noticeably when his physical strength declines and he can no longer maintain a high level of concentration. Usually, he can maintain a success rate of about 70% throughout the entire game.

This level of consistency is something that many powerful servers struggle to achieve.

At least......

Kitahara Akira's opponent at this moment, Ootori Chotaro, was already starting to feel the strain.