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Swoosh—

Red-eyed Kirihara sprinted out, his movements erratic, abandoning even the basic single-leg shuffling steps, and instead appearing in front of the tennis ball with the most unrestrained gliding motion.

"Drink!"

A sinister smile played on his lips, his face radiating a fierce aura. His bloodshot eyes caught the point where the tennis ball bounced, and his arm swung the racket, producing a piercing whistling sound as it ripped through the air.

Bang!

The tennis ball only lingered on the racket for a moment before blasting into Kitahara Akira's baseline.

"Such a powerful spin, so fast and strong!"

Watching the intense exchange between the two on the field, Fuji's eyes flickered uncertainly, and he felt every pore on his body tremble. He couldn't help but clench his fists.

Since I started playing tennis.

He never pursued victory; he only enjoyed bringing out the strongest potential of his opponents in the game and then savoring the thrill of dancing on the edge of a knife.

Every step you take is on the edge of a cliff; one wrong step and you'll be smashed to pieces.

Meanwhile, the two players on the field were giving full play to their abilities, attacking each other's weakest points with every ball, launching a fierce and relentless offensive.

This is the kind of match he's always wanted.

Watching Fuji's hands repeatedly clench and unclench on his knees, as if he were restraining some kind of impulse.

Tezuka's expression changed slightly.

This was the first time he had ever seen someone like Bu Er.

perhaps......

This is the true nature of the unparalleled.

Thud! ...Thud! ...

The two sides launched a series of attacks and counterattacks, neither willing to give an inch, drawing gasps of surprise from the stands.

"These two just won't stop!"

Kitahara Akira, however, felt a chill run down his spine. He had already used all his strength, yet he still felt suppressed.

It's just that her eyes turned red.

Surprisingly, his strength, speed, and even concentration all increased dramatically, as if Tiga had entered his Power Type without the negative effect of slowing down.

If that's the case, why not use the red form from the start?

Kitahara Akira frowned, then cleared his mind of all distractions.

As the number of beats increased, not only did his breathing become heavier and his stamina decline, but his attention also began to wander, while Kirihara maintained a very high level of concentration.

What a terrifying guy.

Bang!

At that moment, Kirihara gripped the racket handle with both hands and hit a forehand shot. Just by listening to the heavy sound of the shot, you could tell that it contained a lot of power.

Kitahara Akira didn't have time to think much.

Swah——

He turned around quickly, gripped his racket tightly with both hands, bent his left knee deeply to the side and back, and pushed off with his right foot to shift his body weight to the net.

Bang!

The moment the tennis ball hit the racket, Kitahara Akira's right wrist jerked: "So heavy!"

The hasty counterattack was too forced, and the entire racket face was thrown upwards at an angle.

Swish~

The tennis ball soared into the air.

Muromachi Juji cried out anxiously, "Oh no, it's Kirihara's chance!"

"I've got you!"

Red-eyed Kirihara maintained a high level of concentration, and this ball was the perfect opportunity for him to attack. He curled his lips into a vicious smile.

Seeing this, Kitahara Akira immediately retreated, preparing to meet the powerful smash that followed.

However......

"Idiot, I was just kidding~"

boom!

Kirihara jumped up, twisted in the air, his racket missed the target at first, then gently touched the bottom of the tennis ball after turning around.

Hit a short ball while moving through the air!

It was Kitahara Akira's change of tactics against Kirihara in the first game that was now being returned to Kitahara Akira in kind.

Thump! Thump!

Double Instant Step!

With a powerful stomp of his foot, a figure instantly sprinted from the back of the court to the front of the net.

"Wow, so fast!!"

An uproar erupted in the stands. They saw Kitahara Akira take a step, and then in a flash, he appeared in the midfield. He took another step, and the scene seemed to be cut out again.

He teleported twice, appearing directly in front of the net.

Snapped!

Kitahara Akira braced his left hand on the ground, almost in a split position, to complete his second Instant Step. His racket was stretched to its limit, and he barely managed to catch the falling tennis ball.

"I was planning to play a little longer, but you asked for this..."

Kirihara leaped high, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Kitahara Akira's knee. He slammed his racket against the tennis ball, shouting, "Die!"

Bang! !

A fierce beam of golden light plummeted downwards.

Both were at the net, and with such a short distance, there was no time to react. In addition, Kitahara Akira used Shunpo twice in a row, and he had no strength to dodge.

"屮!"

The smash hit Kitahara Akira's outstretched right knee hard, and the intense pain instantly swept through his brain. In the agony, he couldn't help but swear.

He fell heavily to the ground, a sharp pain shooting through his knee.

He tried to stand up, but his right leg couldn't provide any support. He had to rely on his left leg and push off the ground with both hands to spring his body up.

The referee, seated on his high chair, bent down and asked, "Are you alright, Kitahara-kun?"

Kitahara Akira shook his head and limped back to the baseline.

His gaze fell on the left leg that was dragging on the ground. Atobe's eyes narrowed slightly, and the scene from just now replayed in his mind's eye: "Take advantage of the muscles being stretched to attack at close range and cause more serious damage."

"What filthy tennis!" Gakuto Mukahi was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Feng Changtaro looked worried. Knowing Kitahara Akira as he did, he knew that the other party would not give up at this time. However, the tragic situation of Hiyoshi Wakasa not long ago came to mind again.

The old man raised his hand to signal, "Referee, Yamabuki requests a timeout!"

"Can."

After checking Kitahara Akira's condition, the referee nodded in agreement.

The attendant entered the arena and helped Kitahara Akira to a bench at the side of the field. His gaze darkened slightly as he quickly examined him.

Normal shape, no deformity...no obvious popping sound...no fracture...

"Straighten your left leg." ... "Bend it and hook it under the chair." ...

Seeing that there was no significant restriction in the movement of his left knee, only some pain, the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there were no major problems.

At that moment, Sengoku brought over a first-aid kit and took out an ice pack, pressing it onto Kitahara Akira's left knee.

Qian Shi said, "This will relieve the pain quickly."

Sure enough, after applying the ice for a short while...

Kitahara Akira felt the pain subside considerably.

The man's expression was serious, devoid of his usual gentle smile: "If it still hurts, you can apply to withdraw from the competition."

"It's okay, I can continue the game."

Kitahara Akira shook his head, moved his left leg, and said that it didn't hurt much anymore.

He still hesitated to meet his partner.

He added, "Don't worry, if there are any problems, I won't try to tough it out."

The old man solemnly advised, "Since you're aiming to become a professional, you should know that these small tournaments are nothing in the long run of your tennis career."

"You should... understand what I mean, right?"

"Yes." Kitahara Akira nodded.

Then the old man took out a roll of elastic bandage from the medicine box, and spiraled it upwards from a palm's width below the knee until it reached a palm's width above the knee.

After taking necessary precautions, he said in a deep voice, "Go."

Sengoku lightly punched Kitahara Akira in the chest with his fist.

"careful."

Only Morimura shouted from the stands, "Don't hold back, Kitahara! Beat that guy up!"

"rest assured!"

Kitahara Akio gave him a thumbs up.