The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Chapter 144 The Grim Reaper's Scythe

On one side, Kanzuki felt a storm raging through his mind, while on the other side, Mori Jusaburo, who exuded a relaxed and serene aura, walked unhurriedly toward the left service court and then continued to serve.

"Bang!"

Yellow light burst forth once more.

Guan Yuechu had adapted a little better this time, but just as he shifted his weight forward with his left foot and began to push off the ground, the fluorescent yellow ball had already kicked up a cloud of golden dust at the corner of the service area, fifteen centimeters in front of his shoe tip, and then spun rapidly to the left before passing by.

"Mori Jusaburo scores! 30-0!"

Well, it's a little better than before, but really only a tiny bit.

Guan Yuechu had serious doubts about whether he could make a truly effective return shot throughout the entire game.

Mori Jusaburo changed his service area and then served again.

"Bang!"

The third ball transformed into a streak of molten gold and fell towards the opposite side.

Guan Yuechu managed to push off the ground, but before he could even finish taking a step, the molten gold streak crashed into the shadows beneath the barbed wire.

"Mori Jusaburo scores! 40-0!"

Guan Yuechu turned his head and looked at the tennis ball rolling in the shadows. He sighed helplessly. He felt like a stone statue with its soul imprisoned in its body, only able to watch helplessly as the scoreboard for Mori Jusaburo flipped through the pages.

The next goal was no exception; immediately following a "thump" was the referee's announcement: "Mori Jusaburo scores!"

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Game 1, Mori Jusaburo, 1-0! Hyotei Academy's Mori Jusaburo takes the lead! Switch sides!

"Mori! Mori! Mori!!"

Off the court, Hyotei's supporters cheered and encouraged the team once again.

The other spectators, including the players from the schools that had already lost, clearly felt the significance of Mori Jusaburo as one of Hyotei's top three players after just one game.

In short, they completely overwhelmed the contestants from other schools.

Even the minister of St. Rudolph, the dark horse of the tournament, couldn't break his serve.

Well, no, let's not spell it out. To be precise, they couldn't even receive a single serve.

Inside the court, the 90-second break quickly came to an end. "Now it's St. Rudolph's serve for the beginning of the month."

He took a deep breath, tossed the ball high into the air, and despite his incredibly complex emotions—like a raging storm—his toss, pull, and other movements remained perfectly executed. "Snap!"

The serve was fast and the angle was acceptable. However, just two seconds after the ball left the racket, Mori Jusaburo moved. With a light, upward slide, he was already waiting steadily beside the ball's trajectory.

Facing the incoming tennis ball, he simply flicked his wrist, as if brushing away a fallen leaf from his shoulder.

But a dull "thump" was heard when the racket made contact with the tennis ball, and then the golden light of death reappeared!

Unstoppable, impossible to resist, especially since this streak of light is targeting a point completely opposite to his current position.

Guan Yuechu could only watch helplessly as the light streaked away, leaving a cold and "tragic" arc on the ground, signifying the loss of his score.

"Mori Jusaburo scores! 0-15!"

After that, Mori Jusaburo didn't give Kanatsuki any room to struggle. With a lazy expression but in reality, he ruthlessly and methodically wielded the scythe called "strength," changing Hyotei's score on the scoreboard one cut at a time.

2—0————

3—0————

4—0————

5—0————

Until the very last ball.

And this final ball will soon be in Guan Yuechu's hands.

At this moment, Guan Yuechu stood in the service area, smelling the unique scent of the sun-baked hard court in the air, listening to his own clear breathing, and feeling the sweat on his body caused by the combined effects of the sun and exercise. He felt his vision blurring. He shook his head vigorously and subconsciously clenched the tennis ball in his left hand. His knuckles turned white from the excessive force, and he almost crushed the yellow ball that was lubricated by the sweat in his hand.

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Guan Yuechu exhaled a long breath, then threw the ball high into the air with one last effort, arching his body backward into an extreme bow shape, mobilizing the remaining strength of every muscle in his body, and swung the racket!

"Bang!"

The tennis ball transformed into a resolute yellow streak, carrying his final unwillingness and struggle, tearing through the air and whistling towards the most tricky corner of Mori Jusaburo's service court.

However, the spark of hope was mercilessly extinguished in the next second.

A few seconds after the tennis ball hit the racket, he saw Mori Jusaburo appear beside the landing point. At that moment, Kanzuki seemed to see a cold-blooded grim reaper from the underworld swinging his scythe down at him in mid-air behind Mori Jusaburo.

"Bang!"

Jusaburo Mori's racket precisely met the incoming yellow streak of light, producing a dull thud.

"Click"

Accompanied by the clear click of a camera shutter from outside the court, the tennis ball, traveling at an even faster speed than it had come, with the force of a thunderbolt, shot back and almost instantly pierced through Guan Yuechu's defense with a "bang".

The tennis ball slammed hard onto the white baseline, then violently crashed into the wire mesh. The wire mesh creaked and groaned as the tennis ball burrowed through the mesh for a while before finally landing with a thud. It bounced several times before rolling a few times on the ground and coming to a stop.

And at that moment, the referee's announcement finally came: "Game! Mori Jusaburo, 6-0!"

"Match ended! Hyotei Academy's Mori Jusaburo has won this match!"

"Hyotei Academy won the semifinals of this tournament 3-0."

As soon as the referee's voice fell, cheers erupted like a tsunami from the Hyotei area, sweeping across the entire arena.

"Hyotei is the winner!"

"Hyotei has won!!"

"Mori! Mori!!"

Amidst the immense noise, Mori Jusaburo finally snapped out of his slumber, opened his eyes, and waved with a smile toward the Hyotei area.

Other audience members also uttered their belated exclamations, "That's awesome!"

"Hyotei is too strong! Luckily we didn't encounter them before, otherwise I feel we would have lost even faster. *facepalm*"

Inoue looked at the photos in the camera and nodded in agreement as he listened to the exclamations of those around him.

Inside the arena, the distraught and still bewildered Guan Yuechu stood out starkly against the backdrop of cheers, celebrations, and praises. He seemed out of place in the scene, like a dark cloud appearing in a warm-toned painting.

Kamiya You, watching Kanzuki's figure on the court, felt that things were getting a good deal for him; it was only because the matchup list had been submitted early, otherwise—

Kamiya Yosuke thought regretfully: His illusion technique, the Magical Shackles Technique—another day without the chance to test it on a serious tennis player.

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