Continue the Execution

Watching Harada Hiroki was already bleeding profusely on the field after just the second goal.

The older students fell into complete silence.

Their gazes toward Saeki Muneyoshi were initially filled with scrutiny, hostility, and resentment.

But at this moment, all of that turned into tension and panic.

They never expected that Muneyoshi, a middle school student, would be so ruthless, and that he genuinely wanted to break his opponent's knees.

This is far more ruthless than the petty tricks and dirty tactics they've always used.

It's much more direct now.

Along with Irie Kanata, Tanegashima Shūji, and Oni Jūjirō, who were all on good terms with Muneyoshi, they also fell silent at this moment.

Their silence wasn't because they thought Muneyoshi was wrong.

Instead, they wondered if Muneyoshi, who was only in the first year of Tōno's bad habits every day. How could he have been led to this state by Tōno Atsukyō in such a short time?

The three exchanged a glance and made up their minds.

"We absolutely cannot let Saeki Muneyoshi and Tōno Atsukyō practice together again!!!"

Otherwise, the promising junior they admire might really go astray.

Compared to the silence of Oni and his two companions, the situation on Byōdōin's side was much more lively.

"Tōno, it seems Muneyoshi has truly inherited your skills!"

Kiriya couldn't help but joke at this point.

"Yes, thanks to your intervention, even if Muneyoshi is close to Gui and the others, he's still part of the boss's group."

Kimijima Ikuto adjusted his glasses and also praised Tōno's actions.

Tōno Atsukyō was even more exaggerated at this moment. He licked his lips, his eyes filled with excitement, and shouted loudly:

"Well done, Muneyoshi! Let these corrupt bastards be put to their fate in your hands, use every means at your disposal!"

In the quiet stadium, Tōno Atsukyō's voice was very loud. His direct confrontation and his words that condemned them as corrupt drew angry stares from everyone.

The emotions of the second and third graders were also stirred up at this point.

A barrage of vile insults rang out.

"You vicious little thing, how dare you use such force!"

"You're just a middle school student, how dare you resist? You should kneel down and beg for mercy!"

"Harada, stand up! Take him down and avenge our third-year students!"

"Harada Hiroki, you used to be No. 5, where is your glory?!"

For a moment, the entire stadium was as noisy as a bustling market.

Muneyoshi stepped forward, looked at Harada Hiroki kneeling on the ground, and said coldly, "Give up, or next time it won't be as simple as a scrape..."

Ignoring Harada Hiroki's furious glare, Muneyoshi paused, then returned his trash talk.

"Having such a stage for your final bow is not an insult to you, senior!"

"Hehehe, the competition has only just begun, don't even think about escaping!"

As Muneyoshi turned around, Harada Hiroki had already stood up. Watching Muneyoshi's back, he threw a tennis ball, and with a violent aura, his racket came crashing down.

However, such sneak attacks were useless against Muneyoshi, whose senses were extremely sharp, and he had already noticed the other party when he stood up.

Feeling the strong wind coming from the back of his head, Muneyoshi leaned forward slightly, his right hand's racket rotated at his wrist, and then he gripped it.

The racket traces a small arc in the air.

"Since you insist, then the execution shall continue!"

Bang!

With superb ball control, he aimed the tennis ball directly at Harada Hiroki's feet, the black threads enveloping the ball, and the powerful force rising from below.

The tennis ball broke through Harada Hiroki's defense, hit the iron net behind him, and left a very obvious dent!

The match is still ongoing, and Harada Hiroki's strength is actually quite good.

After all, he was the number five player in the original First String, someone who had experienced the trials of the world. If he hadn't used those underhanded tactics to provoke Muneyoshi from the beginning, he would have faced off against Muneyoshi head-on.

His formidable strength could have caused Muneyoshi some trouble, but he misjudged the situation and didn't expect Muneyoshi to dare to attack directly, almost crippling his knee.

Such an impact is devastating for people like him; the knee pain makes him run very hard, and his speed is much slower than when he was healthy.

Coupled with Muneyoshi's dominance, the pain in his leg, the stimulation of blood, and the gazes from outside the court, Harada Hiroki seemed to feel countless eyes mocking him.

He attributed all the cause and effect to Muneyoshi on the other side; it was all because of Muneyoshi that he had ended up in this situation...

It's always easier and more convenient to blame and resent others than to examine and reflect on one's own actions.

As he watched Muneyoshi return the tennis ball once again, Harada Hiroki forgot the pain in his knee, leaped up, and chased after the ball, his eyes fixed on Muneyoshi's neck and jaw.

All the muscles in his body tensed up, and his arms bulged instantly.

"Ah... brat, I'll kill you! Missile blast!"

Boom!

With immense force and the advantage of the perfect striking point, it broke through the air barrier and struck directly at Muneyoshi's neck.

If this blow lands, it won't just be a matter of blood staining the field!

Muneyoshi, of course, also sensed the other party's intention. He sneered, "You ungrateful wretch! I'll grant your wish!"

Muneyoshi pushed off with his legs and pulled in his waist, his whole body shooting towards the tennis ball like an arrow released from a bow, intending to hit it back in mid-air.

"Execution! Seppuku!"

Another dull thud against the skin.

Bang!

The tennis ball that Muneyoshi returned hit Harada Hiroki hard in the stomach.

"Hmph... Wow..."

Harada Hiroki felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and vomited a mouthful of acid. At the same time, his body seemed to fall backward due to the pain.

Thump!

"Game! Saeki Muneyoshi scores, score 5-3!"

Muneyoshi stopped and stood up, looking at his opponent's miserable state. His brown eyes showed no pity. "Senior, after fighting for so long, you don't still think I'm some kind of good person, do you?"

"I'm only saying this because you're a senior player. Take my advice: if you can't handle tennis, give up..."

With a sneer at Harada Hiroki lying on the ground, Saeki Muneyoshi ignored the other's struggles and indifferently walked back to his own backcourt.

"Heh heh heh... you damn brat!"

Harada Hiroki was in so much pain in his abdomen that he could barely speak. He sat on the ground for a moment to catch his breath, then, clutching his abdomen with one hand, struggled to get up again.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, like those of a man-eating demon.

"You think you can bring me down with the Execution Method? You're dreaming!"

Bang!

With another loud bang, the tennis ball flew over Harada Hiroki once again and slammed heavily into the iron net behind him.

30-0.

"You'll never beat me!!"

Tap tap tap!

With his clothes fluttering and his orange-red hair flying, Harada Hiroki moved swiftly, catching up with Muneyoshi's return shot once again.

Bang!

He flicked his arm, forcefully sending the tennis ball flying, his eyes fixed on Muneyoshi's figure, filled with longing.

"Just let me hit it once!"

The tennis ball flashed with a cold light, and as it bounced off the ground, something unusual happened.

Whoosh!

The spin that Harada Hiroki applied to the tennis ball suddenly exploded, and at the moment Muneyoshi swung his racket, it accelerated strangely a second time.

"Heh, still using the same old tricks. Don't you have anything else?"

Saeki Muneyoshi gave a disdainful sneer.

He stood still, and the opponent's tennis ball naturally attacked him. He simply twisted his wrist slightly, turned to the side, and swung the tennis ball down fiercely towards his forehead.

Bang!

A tremor rang out.

The tennis ball slammed heavily onto the iron net once again.

40-0.

At that moment, gazing at the symmetrical marks on the wire mesh behind Harada Hiroki's stadium, Muneyoshi calmly remarked, "It's over!"

"Want it to end? Impossible!"

Harada Hiroki unleashed a powerful shot, heading straight for Muneyoshi's face.

Ah! The Fallen!

A dark curtain spread out from Muneyoshi, his palms and racket completely enveloped in black light, followed by a fierce smash.

The tennis ball flew out of his hand in ten streaks, then converged in front of Harada Hiroki. The Gigantification tennis ball, like a black wall of air, slammed into Harada Hiroki's abdomen.

To everyone's horror, Harada Hiroki's body was sent flying by Muneyoshi, and he was firmly pinned to the iron net behind him.

Harada Hiroki's body followed the indentation Muneyoshi had made earlier, forming a human-shaped cross shape and hanging on it.

Since it's an execution, how could they possibly forget this final move—the signature technique of the future transfer student Kuratoza?

Therefore, it was first adopted by Muneyoshi.

P. S.: "Please vote with monthly tickets~ There should be an extra chapter today to make up for the rewards I owed from before."