A Nonchalant Display

"Those two are really imposing..."

The Seigaku group was gazing out from a bleacher's stand, and even Oishi could feel the oppressive atmosphere from below.

"Who do you think will win between these two?"

Kikumaru swallowed hard. In his memory, Atobe was very strong, and Saeki Muneyoshi had previously defeated the terrifying Akutsu.

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Akutsu. As someone who had been defeated by Atobe and Muneyoshi in succession, Akutsu should have a lot to say.

Kikumaru's big eyes were full of curiosity, but Akutsu was quite annoyed.

Left with no other choice, he could only coldly utter, "That Saeki Muneyoshi guy gives me an even more terrifying feeling!"

Meanwhile, the real battle off the field had already begun in the clash between the two...

Tap tap...

Atobe gently pressed the tennis ball down twice with his palm, Atobe gaze flickering slightly as he stared at Muneyoshi's body.

Although he was very confident in his own strength, he dared not underestimate Muneyoshi's strength.

Thinking of this, he realized that he hadn't yet used many of his techniques on Saeki Muneyoshi.

"Well then, let you try it out first and immerse yourself in my magnificent ball skills!"

Atobe murmured softly.

Swish...

Atobe tossed the tennis ball high into Atobe air, then bent his knees slightly and stretched his body backward, striking a somewhat exaggerated pose.

The tension in his body generated tremendous explosive power, and then Atobe suddenly swung his arm, the force of his entire body surging out from his elbow and wrist.

A powerful force twisted the racket in his hand, slamming it down hard on the falling tennis ball.

Bang!

With a sharp whistle, the tennis ball, under the powerful and heavy impact, followed an irregular trajectory, heading towards Muneyoshi's half of the court.

Hiss hiss hiss...

After the tennis ball landed, it did not bounce as expected, but instead skimmed along the ground like a streak of light.

"That's Theirs Serve!"

Watching the tennis ball kick up a cloud of dust at his feet, Muneyoshi looked up at Atobe across from him, a hint of surprise on his face.

He was certainly aware of many of Atobe's special techniques, but when he went to challenge him a year ago, Atobe had not developed any of them, which greatly disappointed him.

Unexpectedly, a year has passed, and it seems that Atobe has become quite familiar with the development of these special techniques?

Did you start studying this after he hit you?

Muneyoshi didn't chase the ball; instead, he became genuinely curious about Atobe's current strength.

"ACE, Atobe Keigo, 15-0!"

"That's the Hyotei Academy captain's signature serve that never bounces!"

"What a terrifying serve! There's no way you could possibly return a serve like that!"

The audience outside the venue also began to discuss it, some of them had only heard of it but were seeing it for the first time.

For others, it was the first time they had ever heard of or seen such a thing.

Everyone was shocked by Atobe's strength.

However, Atobe's gaze never left Muneyoshi. He saw that Muneyoshi only showed a hint of surprise, and then there was no other expression.

This made him even more dissatisfied.

How can you not be captivated by such a beautiful and exquisite skill of mine?

Swish!

With a loud bang, the match resumed, and Atobe once again used the Theirs Serve.

Just when he thought he was about to score, he saw Muneyoshi suddenly run forward.

Step... step... step...

Muneyoshi was very fast; in just a few steps, he appeared directly behind the landing point of the tennis ball.

Sizzle...

The tennis ball bounces slightly after landing, and then it starts to run along the ground.

Then, Muneyoshi, who had been waiting, gently reached out with a smile, and scooped up the tennis ball that had just bounced slightly.

With the racket close to the ground, Muneyoshi lifted the tennis ball from below and sent it flying towards Atobe's half of the court.

"What!"

"With just one ball, he saw through Atobe's Tannhäuser?"

"What a terrifying guy..."

Muneyoshi's ability to so easily break Atobe's serve technique surprised many.

However, Atobe, as his opponent, immediately realized what was happening.

His move is not without a counter; it was countered by Rikkai Dai's Mori Juzaburo last year.

Therefore, upon seeing Muneyoshi's actions, he had already prepared to take precautions.

The next moment, a figure in a gray-white uniform leaped high into the air like a roc spreading its wings.

The tennis ball that Muneyoshi had knocked back into the air has been intercepted by Atobe.

"Saeki, witness my magnificent ball skills!"

Atobe a roar, Atobe smashed the tennis ball that was about to fall.

"Is this Waltz Towards Destruction?"

Now that he knew Atobe had developed these special techniques, Muneyoshi was prepared.

A slight smile appeared on his face as he watched the tennis ball hurtle straight toward his racket.

He's not Echizen Ryoma; it's impossible to knock his racket off with a smash of that caliber.

Of course, Muneyoshi didn't give Atobe a chance to hit the handle.

As the tennis ball fell, Muneyoshi's arm moved slightly downwards, forcibly lowering the racket by about a third.

"What?!"

Atobe, who was in mid-air, was slightly taken aback. Then Muneyoshi swung his racket violently, and a gust of wind flew past his neck.

"Saeki Muneyoshi scores, 15-15."

Seeing Atobe's surprised expression, Muneyoshi's playful side resurfaced, and he shook his head, saying:

"Atobe, it seems I had too high expectations for you. I didn't expect your progress to be so limited, like a child playing house."

Muneyoshi's repeated verbal attacks finally angered Atobe.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he said arrogantly, "Saeki, your smugness won't last long. My eyes will see right through you!"

Bang!

Atobe continued serving, this time without using Tannhäuser. Since he had already cracked it, using it again would only waste his energy.

With a loud bang, the tennis ball, spinning wildly, flew diagonally toward Muneyoshi.

Tap tap tap...

Faced with this tricky serve, Muneyoshi didn't take it lightly and quickly caught up with the ball.

"Gunfire Negotiation!"

Bang!

The techniques he learned from others were once again put to use by Muneyoshi.

A faint, ethereal yellow light shot out from Muneyoshi's racket, its speed increasing rapidly, like a projectile being launched.

He flashed past Atobe's left side.

"So fast..."

Atobe's gaze flickered slightly as he glanced at the marks on the court; for a brief moment, he hadn't seen the tennis ball at all.

"30-15."

Muneyoshi straightened up, his smile unchanged.

His growth was much faster than Atobe's during his middle school Atobe, and the intensity of the matches he experienced was beyond what Atobe could imagine now.

Even the minor tricks of these opponents, when used by him, possess extremely powerful effects.

"As expected, you can't afford to be even slightly careless when facing us!"

Atobe let out a soft breath and clenched the tennis ball in his hand a few times.

Atobe lowered his eyes, clearing his mind of all the chaotic emotions, and gradually regained his composure.

Snap... Snap... Snap...

With a light tap of the tennis ball, Atobe, serves again.

Bang!

The tennis ball was tossed lightly, and then Atobe used his racket to press it down smoothly.

This time, Atobe used the most basic serve, intending to engage in a rally with Muneyoshi and test their fundamentals.

Seeing this, Muneyoshi did not make a move; he was not afraid of a basic contest.

This rally lasted a full eight minutes. Finally, Muneyoshi changed his tactics, gently flicking the ball high over the net.

On the field, facing the ball that Muneyoshi had flicked back, Atobe narrowed, and he sprinted forward and leaped into the air.

"A Song of Escape Towards Disappointment!"

Atobe slammed his racket down, sending the tennis ball flying straight towards the baseline as a golden beam of light.

However, Muneyoshi's tactical moves were bound to have a counter-strategy.

With a few quick leaps, he arrived directly at the point where the tennis ball would land.

"Atobe, sometimes an opportunity can be a trap!"

Muneyoshi chuckled softly, and a faint, eerie light spread out. Suddenly, cherry blossom petals began to fall.

Beneath the beautiful scene of falling cherry blossoms lies a deadly trap.

Bang!

The tennis ball, carrying the wind pressure, flew past Atobe's crotch. Atobe only felt a chill under his crotch before the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground echoed behind him.

"Shadow Sever - Cherry Blossom Fall!"

"Game, Saeki Muneyoshi, 1-0."

With a few casual moves, Atobe broke Muneyoshi's serve, and even broke his signature moves one by one.

The cheers from the Hyotei Academy immediately fell silent.

P. S.: "His nonchalant pretense is what truly wounds Atobe. Please vote with monthly tickets!"