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Bang! !

The racket left only a blur in the air.

After the serve.

Kitahara Akira lowered his racket, showing no intention of returning the next shot, displaying absolute confidence.

"...Damn it!"

His opponent was furious at his arrogance and hated that he couldn't put up any effective resistance. He swung his racket in despair, but couldn't even touch a single hair on the tennis ball.

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School Kitahara Akira, 6-0!"

The referee ruthlessly announced the final score.

Kasumi, who finished fourth, knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, her face filled with tears of resentment.

He passed the school's selection process, fought against thousands of players in the Chiba Prefecture qualifying rounds, and gave it his all to get to Tokyo, only to be ruthlessly eliminated in his first match with a brutal score of 6-0.

Looking at their teammates crying on the field, the members of Kasumi Fourth Academy had complex expressions.

This is the cruel reality of competitive sports: the strong win everything!

Even the defeated party's kneeling and weeping in resentment at this moment is merely adding a unique chapter to the victor's historical record.

"Wow, that was fast!"

"Is that guy really only a first-year student?"

"He actually made his opponent cry with his serve... What a scary kid!"

The third-grade students outside the field were stunned.

They originally just wanted to see if Kitahara Akira could hold onto the title of Tokyo's top heavy gunner.

But unexpectedly.

Not only did their opponents not disappoint them, but they also amazed everyone present with their terrifying serves that were impossible to track.

This level of serve...

It's rare to see someone like that, let alone a first-grader, even in the entire Kanto region.

Kitahara Akira's displayed strength instilled fear in many schools. His story of making Kasumi, the fourth-ranked player, cry with his serve was also embellished and spread by some people, making many contestants wary.

In the second round, Kitahara Akira continued to sweep his opponent like a whirlwind.

Aihara, the top player, gave up on breaking serve and launched a full-scale attack in his own service game, hoping to force Kitahara Akira to make mistakes with a fast-paced style of play.

The idea was good, but reality was harsh.

6-0!

Kitahara Akira overwhelmed his opponent with a powerful topspin return, advancing smoothly to the third round.

On the other side of the field, Muromachi Juji was lucky, winning his first two matches against relatively unknown opponents like Isobu. He won 6-1 and 6-2.

Kita Kazuma, on the other hand, was somewhat lacking.

He barely made it to the third round, only to be up against Takahiro Kabaji of Hyotei.

Looking at the expressionless giant opposite him, Kita Kazuma felt a chill creep down his spine as his empty eyes appeared. However, remembering what Sugiyama, who had fought the same man before, had said, he relaxed considerably.

"His fighting style is similar to Sugiyama's, but his skill level is a notch higher..."

"I know how to deal with you now."

......

"Akira Kitahara from Yamabuki Junior High School in Tokyo will face off against Yasuyuki Kira from Midoriyama Junior High School in Saitama Prefecture!"

!!!

The referee's voice came over the loudspeaker, and all eyes turned to the two players in front of the net.

"Hey, that Ji Le Jingxing, I heard he's the son of Ji Le Taizao, the four-time All-Japan Grand Prix champion, right?"

"I wonder who's stronger, the one between Kitahara Akira or the other?"

"They might win! After all, he's the son of a professional player!"

The crowd outside immediately started buzzing with discussion.

Hearing the murmurs from the audience, Kitahara Akira gently gripped his racket, his eyes suddenly lighting up: "A professional player?"

That's interesting!

As soon as the match started, Kitahara Akira was full of energy.

"Kitahara Akira serves first!"

Bang! !

As soon as he finished speaking, a serve with a speed of 235 kilometers per hour blasted into the opposite half of the court. As a result, Ji Lejing didn't move at all, and the tennis ball still flew out of the court.

"Kitahara Akira scores, 15-0!"

"Are they observing the trajectory of my serve?"

Kitahara Akira thought to himself.

In his last match against Kanzuki, he deliberately lost five games to test the effectiveness of the [Overlord] Hextech, but through Kanzuki's intelligence tennis, he also discovered some of his own shortcomings.

Although the serve is fast, the trajectory is relatively simple.

It might not matter much in lower-level matches, but against opponents of the same level, the threat of the serve will be greatly reduced.

She glanced at Ji Lejingxing, who had no expression on his face.

"As expected of a professional player's son, he didn't waver at all after seeing my serve."

Kitahara Akira tossed the tennis ball high into the air, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Bang! !

A white ring of air exploded in the air.

The tennis ball traveled across the entire court at a speed of 240 kilometers per hour, marking Kitahara Akira's fastest serve under load.

"Kitahara Akira scores, 30-0!"

......

Thud! ...Thud! ...

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School Kitahara Akira, 1-0!"

"The two sides switch courts."

Four aces secured the first game, with Wind God Speed ​​unleashing a full-force four-hit combo. Even Kitahara Akira was slightly out of breath as he looked at the opponent.

"They should really step up their game in the next round."

Just as Kitahara Akira had predicted, Ji Lejingyuki quickly launched a fierce attack during his service game.

The opponent's shots were clean, efficient, and precise, with accurate choices of return routes and timing of attacks.

Kitahara Akira did indeed sense a professional demeanor from him.

but......

Aside from that, there's nothing particularly special about it.

While their technique was impressive, they clearly lacked drive. When faced with difficult shots, they would simply give up, and their fighting spirit was even less than that of their opponents in the previous two matches.

Kitahara Akira immediately lost interest.

Bang!

With a rapid upward flick of his arm, a powerful upward arc shot straight towards Ji Lejingxing's bottom corner.

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School Kitahara Akira, 2-0!"

......

Fifteen minutes later.

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School Kitahara Akira, 6-0!"

Ji Lejing stood blankly in front of the net, his forehead and neck covered in sweat, which he hated the most. Ji Letai, watching from the sidelines, shook his head indifferently.

He noticed the disappointment in his father's eyes, looked at Kitahara Akira who was reaching out his hand, and asked this most outstanding peer he had ever met:

"Could you...tell me exactly what's wrong with my tennis?"

Ji Lejingxing's voice was very sincere.

Kitahara Akira glanced at him, then glanced at the man outside the arena out of the corner of his eye.

It's obvious...

It's another classic story of a child who grew up in the dazzling glory of his parents and wants to prove himself.

But it seems that Ji Lejing missed out on learning a lot from his father.

"Sometimes, willpower is more important than skill."

"Willpower...?"

Ji Lejingxing was at a loss.

Kitahara Akira didn't care whether he understood or not, and turned to walk off the court.

Back to the rest area.

Morimura Ya immediately handed over the salt water and a peeled banana.

"Thanks."

After replenishing his fluids and energy, Kitahara Akira closed his eyes to rest, adjusted his breathing, and made the most of the time to recover his strength, as the last match of the day was about to begin.

A short while later, Kentaro Minami returned from the organizing committee.

"Our next opponent... is Kaidou Kaoru from Seigaku!"

Upon hearing this, Kitahara Akira opened his eyes, and his companion beside him also perked up slightly.

"Qingxue?"*2