Prince of Tennis: A new Hextech Crafting System is refreshed every week.

"That's pretty good, it can even walk onto the court by itself."

As soon as Kitahara Akira returned to the field, Kirihara's provocative voice came from the other side, "I was worried the match would end like this, which would be such a shame."

Kitahara Akira rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention, and directly gave him the middle finger before expressing his true feelings.

"Idiot!"

Just as my friend said.

It's just a rookie tournament; he can just surrender at worst. He's aiming to become a professional, so he doesn't really take this kind of small competition seriously.

The reason he still plays on the field.

This is all because this week's Hextech is "Overlord," and today happens to be the last day.

[Overlord: Before the final round when the match is about to be lost, complete four sit-ups, each sit-up restoring 10% of stamina; and providing a 40% boost to strength, speed, and focus.]

[0 days, 7 hours, 32 minutes, and 36 seconds remaining until the next Hextech Respawn...]

"It's 2-1 now."

Kitahara Akira walked back to the baseline, silently sentencing Kirihara Akaya to death in his mind, "Four innings left..."

On the other side of the net.

Kirihara didn't understand the Chinese curse, but he could clearly sense Kitahara Akira's undisguised sarcasm from the tone of his voice.

So the smile on his face disappeared, and his eyes became even redder.

"...Defeat him!"

Seeing that both players had returned to their respective baselines, the referee announced that the game would continue.

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

Kitahara Akira pressed the tennis ball a few times, then tossed it and swung his racket. He didn't dare to put too much force into his right foot, so he didn't use much of his lower body strength.

Bang!

The tennis ball flew over the net, its speed not slow, but barely reaching the threshold of 200 kilometers per hour.

And this speed.

For Kirito, entering red-eye mode is practically no different from crawling like a tortoise.

"What the heck, this serve!"

He appeared in front of the tennis ball in an instant, with plenty of time to get into position and wait patiently for a while.

Bang!

He swung the racket forcefully, and the tennis ball flew fiercely towards Kitahara Akira, aiming straight for his body.

Kitahara Akira's gaze darkened, and he immediately stepped aside, sending the tennis ball flying off the court. In his mind, he added another mark against Kirihara.

"Kirihara Akaya scores, 0-30!"

.....

Bang!

"Game, Rikkai University Affiliated High School Kirihara Akaya, 2-2!"

......

"That's despicable!"

In the Seigaku team, Momoshiro and Kaidou were both full of a sense of justice. Watching the match that was completely one-sided, they felt a tightness in their chests and were extremely unhappy.

Especially Kaoru Kaido.

Although he lost to Kitahara Akira, it was a fair and square contest, and he accepted his defeat wholeheartedly.

Seeing Kitahara Akira about to lose to such despicable means, a hint of bloodshot appeared in Kaidou Kaoru's eyes.

......

Bang!

"Game, Rikkai University Affiliated High School Kirihara Akaya, 3-2!"

......

In the stands, Momoi Satsuki frowned, her face showing worry and a hint of confusion.

Although that ball was serious, it shouldn't have caused Kitahara's performance to decline to this extent.

"Tch, boring..."

Akutsu coldly shifted his gaze away from Kitahara Akira, somewhat disappointed.

I originally thought this guy was an interesting prey, but it turned out to be so vulnerable. The sand bunker looked magnificent, but it was actually washed away by the waves.

Hunting these soft-legged shrimp is pointless.

But that brat from Rikkai... that guy with such a strong sense of pride, his expression after being crushed must be quite amusing.

Akutsu did not give up tennis immediately as he had done before.

Although Kitahara Akira disappointed him, after spending some time with him, he found tennis to be much more interesting than he had imagined.

Kabaji, who can copy the abilities of his opponents.

Kirihara Akaya's strength and speed increased dramatically after his eyes turned red.

...And Kitahara Akira.

Akutsu licked his lips, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Next.

I should be able to have a period of less boring days.

......

Bang!

"Game, Rikkai University Affiliated High School Kirihara Akaya, 4-2!"

The Yamabuki group was demoralized and saw no hope.

......

St. Rudolph's Queue.

"Yamabuki is going to lose. As expected, Rikkai will be the champion in the end."

Based on the current situation of the match, Akazawa Yoshiro shook his head slightly. The dark horse comeback story ultimately failed to unfold, which was a real pity.

Standing to the side, Kanzuki stared intently at the court: "Don't make me laugh, Akazawa!"

"Is something wrong?"

Akazawa Yoshiro frowned. "Isn't Rikkai's Kirihara holding a clear advantage right now?"

"Too naive."

Guan Yuechu's eyes darkened, and his voice was grave: "You have no idea how terrifying that guy is. Just watch, as long as Rikkai wins one more game..."

They showed absolutely no fighting spirit. They had many opportunities to receive the ball, but chose to give them up, seemingly indifferent to losing points.

This feeling of déjà vu...

Guan Yuechu felt as if he had suddenly returned to the last day of the Tokyo qualifiers.

The situation now is exactly the same as it was back then.

Once it got to the deciding set, that guy was about to start, and right then—

Bang!

Kirihara Akaya scores another point with a smash.

"Game, Rikkai University Affiliated High School Kirihara Akaya, 5-2!"

"Please switch places!"

......

A 90-second rest period.

"Are you alright?"

Looking at Kitahara Akira's knees, the companion offered him another bottle of open water.

Kitahara Akira didn't answer, but sat down on the ground and said, "Please wait a moment."

then.

Swish!Swish!Swish!Swish!

Kitahara Akira did four sit-ups in one go.

Guan Yuechu, who had been watching the situation closely, suddenly sat up straight, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. He inexplicably started doing sit-ups, just like that day.

Thinking back to that scene.

Even when Kanzuki looked at Kirihara Akaya, a hint of pity crept into his eyes.

The break time is over.

The two brushed past each other on the sidelines.

Kirihara smirked and continued to provoke, "It's gotten really boring since just now. I should have known better than to make a move so quickly."

Kitahara Akira stopped in his tracks, stared back at the scene, and drew a decapitation gesture on his neck with his hand. He originally wanted to say, "Just wait to die," but then he suddenly remembered Echizen Ryoma's famous quote.

He changed his words to:

"You still have lots more to work on..."

Kirihara was taken aback, his expression somewhat embarrassed. He stroked his chin and nodded thoughtfully, "Hmm, I see."

The people of Rikkai covered their faces.

"This kid definitely didn't understand."

......

Kitahara Akira's serve.

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

The tennis ball bounced gently off the ground.

Kirihara frowned slightly, for some reason, he inexplicably felt a strange aura.

"What's causing this sudden, oppressive atmosphere?"

He then looked at Kitahara Akira, who was pressing down on the tennis ball. His eyes were clear and unwavering.

"What's going on... my concentration is suddenly incredibly high?"

"All the sweat I shed before has vanished without a trace."

"Could it be that the pressure of the final game put him in the best form?"

Sudden.

Bang!!

Kirihara's blood-red pupils suddenly turned white for a moment, and he instinctively swallowed, feeling a sharp pain on his cheek as if it had been cut open by a knife.