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Kitahara Akira remained calm despite Kirihara taking the first game.

The opponent's strength was indeed better than expected, but after the exchange just now, he was beginning to get used to the state under normal gravity.

The giant wristband is not an ordinary weight-bearing device; its effects are felt throughout the entire body. After it is removed, not only are the limitations on strength and speed lifted, but the body also needs to get used to activities under normal gravity.

Kitahara Akira interlaced his fingers and stretched them to his chest, then raised them above his head, stretching them to the left and right.

A series of activities.

I felt all my muscles and bones relax.

"Let's try again!"

Kitahara Akira picked up his racket again and walked toward the service line with high spirits.

On the other side of the net.

Kirihara silently retreated to the very back of the baseline, his knees slightly bent, his body leaning forward, his hands holding the racquet, his eyes fixed on Kitahara Akira.

He's arrogant, but he's never stupid.

Faced with a formidable opponent, Kirihara verbally provoked his opponent, but his physical actions were extremely cautious, truly demonstrating strategic contempt for his opponent while tactically respecting him.

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

Seeing Kirihara enter a state of alert, Kitahara Akira didn't pay any attention, continuing to rhythmically press the tennis ball, searching for the most suitable feel.

Throughout this tournament, he served while under added weight.

The highest ball speed reached 240 km/h, and even he himself was unsure how high the serve speed could be after complete contact restriction.

However, one thing is certain...

He's about to break the serve record he held in this tournament again.

at the same time.

Many eyes in the stands were focused on Kitahara Akira, anticipating a spectacular performance from this "Tokyo's No. 1 Heavy Gunner".

shuh~

With a flick of his wrist, the tennis ball flew through his three fingers and into the air, causing Chotaro Ootori and the many spectators to hold their breath.

"It's coming..."

next second.

Kitahara Akira leaped into the air, his body forming a large-angle reverse bow in mid-air.

The moment the tennis ball began to fall, the arm vanished like a whirlwind, and the racket instantly tore through the air.

-

Bang! !

Kirihara heard a sharp whistling sound, followed by a thunderous explosion.

Followed by.

A thick golden beam of light exploded on the ground and flew fiercely past his body at an unimaginably exaggerated speed.

"How...could it be...?"

It wasn't until he heard the tennis ball hit the back wall of the court that Kirihara realized the ball had already been hit.

The entire venue fell silent for a moment, followed by a roar of excitement from the crowd.

"Wow, so fast!"

"...I can't see it at all!!"

253km/h!

The off-site radar speed gun obtained reliable data at this time.

Chotaro Ootori was eliminated in the qualifying rounds. Most of the heavy hitters from various prefectures in this tournament had ball speeds of around 220 km/h.

Kitahara Akira suddenly unleashed a terrifying serve at 253 km/h, exceeding Ootori Chotaro's level by one and a half and the other heavy hitters by 2.5 levels.

This directly raises the ceiling for first-year heavy artillerymen to another level.

In the past.

Only the top-tier power hitters in the third year of high school could possibly produce a serve of this caliber.

However, not long after.

"Out!"

The ball was moving so fast that the referee couldn't tell with the naked eye whether it had landed in bounds.

Fortunately, the tournament used Hawk-Eye technology, and after several verifications, the referee team finally determined that the tennis ball landed out of bounds.

Kitahara Akira gripped the racket in his hand.

His speed was too fast, which reduced his control over the serve, and this was to be expected.

Then......

Bang! !

A terrifying golden light exploded on the field.

Everyone only saw a flash of golden light before the tennis ball hit the wall behind Kirihara.

The referee had no way of judging where the tennis ball would land and immediately called for help from Hawk-Eye.

"Within the zone!"

He shouted to the referee on the high chair from the sidelines, and then the referee raised his hand and loudly announced the score.

"Kitahara Akira scores, 15-0!"

At the same time, the radar speed gun also provided data on this serve.

249km/h!

"hiss--!"

Almost all the tennis players gasped in surprise.

Keep in mind that the Tohoku Shinkansen, which connects Tokyo and Aomori, only has a speed of 240 km/h. This is a terrifying serve that surpasses the Shinkansen!

"Such speed, such power..."

Off the court, Renji Yanagi opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them. The serve, so fast that even the swing was hard to see, could probably only be compared to Sanada's swift as the wind.

"As expected of Kitahara... his strength has improved so quickly."

Sengoku rubbed his sore eyes. He had focused all his attention on the tennis ball, but could only barely catch a glimpse of the ball in a few positions.

......

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

Kitahara Akira pressed the tennis ball a few times, then tossed it into the air.

Bang! !

The racket swung out, appearing instantly from above the head next to the left ribs; the process of hitting the ball was as if it had been sped up in a frame, completely impossible to capture.

250km/h!

"Kitahara Akira scores, 30-0!"

......

Bang! !

251km/h!

"Kitahara Akira scores, 40-0!"

......

Bang! !

253km/h!

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

Four terrifyingly fast serves gave Kirihara Akaya the lead in the service game.

Ootori Chotaro was completely dumbfounded.

He can't even consistently hit a powerful serve at 235 km/h, while some of his peers can already hit terrifying serves at 250 km/h.

Even Coach Sakaki, who looked like a noble young master, gave a strange look. He vaguely saw the shadow of Ochi Gekko in Kitahara Akira.

At the same age, Moonlight probably couldn't have hit a serve that reached 250 kilometers per hour...

"Coach Banda...he's really dealt a great hand!"

Coach Sakaki noted Kitahara Akira down and secretly raised the level of threat posed by Yamabuki, thinking that he might need to field an all-regular lineup for next year's Metropolitan Tournament.

"Akaya's eyes...are they going to turn red?"

Jackal Kuwabara kept a close eye on Kirihara's changes, but found that Kirihara's expression had only become much colder, and there was no bloodshot in his eyes.

He couldn't help but find it strange.

Akaya's patience with Kitahara Akira is surprisingly high.

"whispering sound!"

Kirihara stared coldly at the figure on the other side of the net.

Although the anger in his chest was about to burst forth, he tried his best to remain calm.

He wanted to beat this guy to a pulp before that happened!

Whoa!

The tennis ball is thrown up by squeezing the knuckles, and while the ball gains upward force, it is also subjected to irregular force by the knuckles.

Kirihara jumped up excitedly and shouted.

"bring it on!"

The tennis ball flew swiftly over the net and landed powerfully in the inner corner of the T-zone.

Whoosh whoosh!

Which direction is it?

Kitahara Akira stared intently at the struggling tennis ball on the ground, still unable to determine where it would bounce.

Since we can't see through it, then we won't look at it anymore!

Abandoning his thought, he simply took a step to the left, creating space for the ball to hit. If the tennis ball bounced towards the inside corner, he wouldn't be squeezed and unable to swing.

But if the tennis ball bounces outwards...

"Idiot! You guessed wrong, this time it's outside!"

Kitahara Akira pulled away from his position.

But then the tennis ball suddenly bounced outwards, and even with his racket extended to its furthest point, he was still half a body length away from it.

And this time.

Kitahara Akira pushed off the ground with his right foot, his core tensed up, and his left foot slid out of the ground instantly using a footwork technique from kendo.

Instant Step!

Kirihara only felt a blur before his eyes.

Then they saw Kitahara Akira appear directly in front of the tennis ball as it bounced up, his racket raised high in his hand.