Learning and Improving (Thanks for the tip from Ying Kun)
The continuous duels did not tire Muneyoshi; on the contrary, his spirits rose even higher.
It has to be said that this real tennis showdown felt truly unique.
It's not just the alertness that's captivating, but also the feel of the tennis ball and the sound of it hitting the ground—it's truly delightful.
This was especially evident in Muneyoshi, who was constantly venting his emotions.
The unpredictable, carefree fighting style, where there's no need to hide or avoid damage, sent his adrenaline soaring.
However, compared to Muneyoshi's high spirits, Hebrew became increasingly irritable and gloomy.
He hadn't expected that Muneyoshi could actually stop his ferocious attack.
"You little Asian devil, you're really something!"
"But so what!"
Hebrew grinned menacingly, glanced at Keith and Lin Xiu, then charged toward the incoming tennis ball, simultaneously flicking his left hand upwards.
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!
The two behind him simultaneously launched four balls at Hebrew, plus the four balls Hebrew threw himself, and the ball that Muneyoshi slammed back.
Boom!
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Nine-ball streak!
Nine tennis balls, carrying a dangerous aura, flew towards Muneyoshi's body, combining in mid-air to form the shape of a sharp blade.
The attack just now made it clear to Hebrew that eight balls were no challenge for Muneyoshi.
But what about nine-ball?
Muneyoshi's smile faded, he raised his right hand, and took a deep breath.
With elbows bent and arms raised behind the head, the arms resemble the back of a katana.
Nine-ball is a hitting style he hasn't fully mastered yet.
But there's no time to worry about that now.
He clenched his left hand in front of his chest, and a ball of purplish-black flame burst forth from his palm, engulfing all light.
The endless ghostly light expanded outward with his spiritual power, and his surroundings instantly turned pitch black, with only the sharp whistling sound of the incoming tennis ball echoing through the air.
Shadows instantly enveloped Muneyoshi's entire body.
A blazing, sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
Thump!
Muneyoshi slightly bent his knees and stomped his foot forward!
Sizzle!
The purplish-black flames in his palm collided repeatedly with the intense airflow carried by the opponent's tennis ball.
At the same time.
"Splash, splash..."
A large shadowy curtain emerged from behind Muneyoshi, rising higher and higher like a wave until it reached its peak, before crashing down violently.
On the racket, which is interwoven with black and red, a dark, gleaming light envelops it, making it seem as if sparks are dancing on every thread of the racket face.
The next instant, Muneyoshi's cold voice echoed far and wide in the quiet park.
"Shadow Sever: Chaotic Flower Burial!"
Clang!
A curved, leaping Shadow Blade suddenly appeared before their eyes.
Even Keith and Lin Xiu, who were watching the battle, experienced a brief pause in their thoughts at this moment.
This is an absolute speed that they cannot perceive, and it is also the speed at which swords are drawn, which Japan sword-fighting families practice from a young age.
Saeki Muneyoshi's figure flashed.
Then--
"Swish swish swish swish swish swish swish!"
A blade composed of shadows and the light of flames slashed continuously in the air.
The incoming airflow and Muneyoshi's slash churned violently like swords clashing, instantly dismantling the shape of the blade.
"Nine-ball? I'm not as weak as you think. Watch me add another one..."
Not content with returning nine balls in one strike, Muneyoshi glanced at a tennis ball at his feet, a confident smile on his face, and returned it as well.
Ten balls!
"What!"
Sizzle...
A series of biting winds whistled past their ears as ten Real Tennis tennis balls instantly attacked the three of them.
"Watch out Hebrew brother!"
This lightning-fast strike froze Hebrew's body; his ability was limited to a maximum of nine balls.
However, Lin Xiu, who was behind him, reacted faster, taking a step forward and tackling John Hebrew.
The strong wind from the tennis ball almost brushed past their bodies, and its sharp aura sent chills down their spines.
Crack!
Thump... hiss...
The tennis ball, though dodged by the two, still carried considerable force, grazing a large tree behind them and landing in the bushes.
In that instant, sawdust and bark flew everywhere, and the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground was clearly audible.
Glug...
In the quiet park, the sound of swallowing saliva could be clearly heard.
"Heh, you dodged pretty quickly!"
"Damn it, you've really pissed me off!"
John Hebrew, who had been tackled, stood up, grinned maliciously, and attacked again.
"The England's Light!"
A blood-red beam of light shot out from beside John Hebrew's hand in an instant.
"So fast!"
At this moment, Hebrew held nothing back, unleashing a blood-red beam of light that was so powerful that even Muneyoshi's dynamic vision could not discern its trajectory.
Muneyoshi raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with surprise.
The prototype of Speed Extreme!
He never expected that this guy who frequented the Underground Tennis World was actually a genius who had simultaneously mastered Technique Form and mental strength, and reached the Speed Extreme.
With this level of skill, they wouldn't be at the bottom even among the official U-17 team members.
He was actually expelled?
Of course, it's also possible that the other party broke through during their time in the industry.
However, none of this mattered to Muneyoshi; at this moment, he looked at the Hebrew as if they were a piece of fat meat.
Not only does the opponent have a path completely similar to his, a combination of Technique Form and mental strength, but he even has the prototype of Speed Extreme!
These are the nutrients he desperately needs.
Even obtaining the slightest clue to a breakthrough from him would be a major boon.
Tread!
With a light tap of his toes, Muneyoshi raised his arm, his gaze fixed on the aggressive tennis ball, and then swung his racket forward with lightning speed.
After sparring with Sanada, Muneyoshi unconsciously recalled the days when he practiced kendo as a child, although it hadn't been for very long.
But it was his only memory of being with his deceased grandfather.
That pure and exquisite swordplay left a deep impression on him.
Through Muneyoshi's deliberate practice, his kendo took a different path from Sanada's, a path that belonged only to him.
At that time, under the pressure from Byōdōin, all existing tactics were no longer effective.
He was forced to use swordsmanship as a foundation, which made it possible to combine the Technique Form, the Power Force, and spiritual power.
This is how the Chaotic Flower Burial came about.
At this moment, he saw in the Hebrew the possibility of learning and improvement.
"We can't let you off so easily..."
As the two continued to compete, Hebrew tennis, in Muneyoshi's eyes, began to lose its mystery and become something that could be used as a reference.
The crimson beam of light was constantly eroded and dissolved by the darkness, eventually becoming nothing more than nourishment for the darkness.
Hebrew was like a very dedicated opponent, constantly demonstrating his skills, which he had practiced for who knows how long, to Muneyoshi for Muneyoshi to imitate and learn from.
Boom!
Muneyoshi lifted his racket, and the tennis ball, after the bloody light dissipated, reversed and returned to its original position.
You bastard!
Hebrew's forehead was covered in sweat; he had already recovered from the exchange!
It was clearly him who kept improving his attacking power, and he was using England's most distinctive Hyper-Offensive.
Why can't we break through the opponent's defenses?
Moreover, he could clearly sense that Muneyoshi was constantly getting stronger.
Is he using me as a practice subject?
How could such a thing happen!
I don't believe it!
John the Hebrew roared!
"England's Fantasy Light!"
A thicker, blood-red beam of light shot out, instantly piercing through the entire park area.
"England is already rotten; no matter how much you fantasize, you are still the England's Light!"
Muneyoshi's sarcasm will never be delayed.
"Since it is decaying, it should fall; Darkness Falling Darkness!"
Thump!
With a muffled thud, the racket gleamed with an inky black light, enveloping the tennis ball.
A tennis ball, which looked bigger and bigger to the Hebrew, suddenly slammed into him, sending him flying to the ground.
"Hey, get up! Don't try to play dead or run away. I need you to practice your skills with me a little longer!"
Muneyoshi had somehow appeared in front of Hebrew, his gaze cold as he looked down at him.
Meanwhile, Keith and Lin Xiu, who had been following Hebrew, had already disappeared.
"Hmph, you run pretty fast!"
Also, thank you to A Primary Schooler Who Hasn't Started Middle School the generous donation of 1000 coins. And please, I'd like to ask for monthly tickets~ The protagonist's teammates have actually already appeared...