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Bang!

This game was extremely intense.

Kabaji used almost all of Kitahara Akira's ball skills.

Finally, taking advantage of her serve and controlling the pace of the game, Ranjuku won the game with a powerful topspin shot.

"Game, Hyotei Academy, Kabaji Takahiro, 3-3!"

The referee announces the score.

The lineswoman tossed the tennis ball to Kitahara Akira.

Tap! ... Tap! ... Tap! ...

Watching Kitahara Akira powerfully press down on the tennis ball on the court, Ban Lao's lips curled slightly, and he opened his eyes, a peculiar glint in his eyes: "The real contest is about to begin."

Sengoku also straightened up and sat upright, focusing his gaze first on Kitahara Akira's wrist.

"The weighted wristbands are still on."

To others, Kitahara Akira's relentless use of various ball skills seemed to be solely for the purpose of scoring points.

Only Sengoku and Banro knew that the other party was probably making other plans.

If his sole purpose was to score, then Kitahara Akira should have already removed the weighted wristbands, so scoring was not his objective.

Bang!

Kitahara Akira jumped to serve, his arm blurring through the air, and the tennis ball shot through the court like a cannonball.

Wind, lightning fast!

Shinobu's eyes flickered: "No new tricks."

tread!

The moment the tennis ball flew over the net, Kabaji's feet left the air. When he landed, he only used his left foot to push off, and his seemingly clumsy body nimbly bounced towards the point where the tennis ball landed.

"babble!"

A strange shout rang out, and Kabaji decisively swung his racket at an empty space to his side. Then, with a muffled "thump!", the tennis ball landed squarely in the center of the racket face.

Swish!

He swung his arm with the racket, sending the tennis ball whistling through the air.

Speedy!

Most people outside the court can only see the ball as a yellow streak across the court, but they can hardly pinpoint the exact location of the tennis ball.

Kitahara Akira crossed his feet and took three steps to the left of the field.

He slightly shifted his body to the side and struck backhand.

Bang!

The tennis ball, with a strong topspin, dropped rapidly after crossing the net, and then bounced high forward like a wave after landing.

Kabaji originally wanted to continue with flat smashes, which was Kitahara Akira's previous tactic for receiving serves. However, to achieve "super speed," the ball needed to be below shoulder height to generate sufficient forward force and lower the arc.

He was momentarily stunned.

I had no choice but to step back and wait for the tennis ball to fall to a suitable hitting height before hitting it.

However, this resulted in him hitting a high-speed smash, but he lost time while waiting, giving Kitahara Akira room to prepare.

Swish~

Kitahara Akira set up his stance at the place where tennis must be played.

Such incredible speed posed no threat to him whatsoever, and moreover—

Bang!

Kitahara Akira's arm blurred into a streak as his racket slammed into the streak of light. He also hit the ball with incredible speed, sending it flying back at an even faster pace.

There was absolutely no room for the birch to react.

"Kitahara Akira scores, 15-0!"

......

Bang!

"Kitahara Akira scores, 30-0!"

......

Bang!

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School Kitahara Akira, 4-3!"

"Change venues."

......

Kitahara Akira served two more times in succession. Although Kabaji used the same receiving techniques Kitahara Akira had used before, he failed to score each time.

"With such a serving technique, the serving side has a huge advantage."

Seeing the scene in the previous game, Yuushi Oshitari also felt helpless. Even though Kabaji copied Akira Kitahara's style of play, as long as the opponent could still serve, it would be difficult for Kabaji to break the serve.

"It seems that unless one side makes a mistake first, this match will turn into a long and drawn-out battle."

"If it becomes a protracted battle, then no matter who wins in the end, they will lose most of their fighting strength in the final."

Yuushi Oshitari's gaze darkened slightly.

He could only hope that the other match would go smoothly.

......

Meanwhile, on the other side of the field...

Bang!

The tennis ball struck Kirihara's weak spot with the most tricky and sharp shot, scoring a point with a return shot.

"Game, Hyotei Academy Hiyoshi Wakasa, 1-1!"

Each round of the match between the two players takes a considerable amount of time, and the battles are very intense.

"Hyotei has won!"... "Hyotei has won!"...

"Victory! Rikkai!" ... "Let's go! Let's go! Rikkai!" ...

The competition on the field was fierce, and the competition off the field was also reaching a fever pitch. The two support teams were unwilling to give in to each other in the stands, and their cheers echoed throughout the entire stadium.

Hiyoshi Wakako half-squatted, one hand outstretched, racket held horizontally to the side of his face, his gaze focused and intensely intense.

"I want to... defy my superiors!"

"Ancient martial arts, martial arts stances...?"

Seeing his strange posture, Kirihara licked his lips, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Interesting."

However, this dangerous light went unnoticed by anyone except Rikkai University.

"Hyotei and Rikkai are still just as strong!"

"Hiyoshi Wakashi's ancient martial arts style is quite extraordinary; Hyotei might have a chance this year!"

Listening to the discussions in the stands, Jackal Kuwabara was sweating for Hiyoshi Waka. If Akaya was provoked in such a situation, forget about winning the match, he probably wouldn't even be able to escape unscathed.

Hyotei.

Atobe's gaze fell on Kirihara Akaya, and his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly. He vaguely sensed an indescribable malice.

......

The match between Yamabuki and Hyotei.

Bang!

Before Kabaji could react, the tennis ball whizzed past him.

"Kitahara Akira scores, 40-0!"

Yuushi Oshitari and Ryo Shishido were both shocked. It was Kabaji's serve, but Kitahara Akira scored three consecutive points.

Kabaji clearly hadn't anticipated this situation.

He was clearly following Kitahara Akira's serve and attack pattern, but without realizing it, the rhythm of the game was taken over by his opponent.

"Victory..."

Kabaji forcefully tossed the tennis ball into the air, stomped down hard, and leaped into the air, his arm and racket becoming afterimages.

Bang!

"—It's Hyotei!"

Accompanied by Kabaji's unwavering declaration, a beam of golden light exploded in Kitahara Akira's half of the court.

Kitahara Akira remained calm and unhurried.

He started with basic single-leg steps, and with lightning speed, quickly returned the tennis ball.

Kabaji caught up with the tennis ball.

Wanting to replicate Kitahara Akira's actions in the previous game when faced with this situation, he raised his racket and powerfully swung at the tennis ball that had turned into a streak of light.

Bang!

The tennis ball, with intense topspin, flew over the net and then plummeted rapidly.

And then I saw this scene.

Kitahara Akira, however, showed no inclination to play at lightning speed. Instead, he changed his stance and tilted his racket.

He accurately predicted the landing point of the tennis ball.

The tennis ball bounced extremely high, and he slashed it sharply downwards with his racket.

Whoa!

The deep topspin shot from the Birch Field was hard-fought.

Kitahara Akira gently sliced ​​the ball, resulting in a short ball with a shallow landing point, low bounce, and almost no forward movement.

The stronger and higher the topspin bounce, the more likely he is to "cut" down from above, creating a short, diagonal shot that is more spinny and closer to the net.