The New Top Four

Bang!

"34-33, Hyotei Academy Atobe Keigo in the lead!"

On the court, the grueling Game 7 continued, and even though Shiraishi was almost exhausted, he still did not give up.

This perseverance is a testament to the growth I've made during the previous training camp.

Without the brutal training brought by Hanamura Aoi, Shiraishi's will and physical strength would not have been able to break through his original limits and persevere for so long.

Atobe's gaze turned slightly cold. Although he enjoyed tiebreakers, the feeling of his opponent constantly keeping up made him tense.

He had clearly seen Shiraishi's actions just now; the opponent's physical strength had indeed reached its limit, and he was now only holding on by sheer willpower.

"Shiraishi Kuranosuke, you are indeed a worthy opponent to be taken seriously, one who cannot afford to be distracted in the slightest!"

"But if you think that's enough, you're underestimating me! I can still play a game like this!"

Atobe's lips curled into a cold smile.

"However, it's time to end this!"

Bang!

Atobe used a very familiar move, which surprised the spectators. They didn't expect that Atobe could still hit the Theirs Serve when he was so exhausted.

At this point, Shiraishi's speed had decreased. However, although Atobe's ball speed still appeared to be the same, in Shiraishi's eyes, it was no longer as fast as it had been at the beginning.

Taking another deep breath, Shiraishi arrived at the landing point almost the instant the tennis ball hit the ground.

Sizzle... Sizzle...

The intense spin sent the tennis ball hurtling along the ground once more.

However, due to continuous use and its own wear and tear, Theirs Serve was no longer completely close to the ground, Shiraishi seized this opportunity.

"This is it!"

Shiraishi Kuranosuke's eyes narrowed, and with a blank expression, he swung his racket forcefully at a certain spot, the very tip of his racket almost scraping the ground as he scooped up the tennis ball.

Bang!

After a brief pause, the tennis ball soared high into the air with a beautiful arc, heading towards Atobe's sideline.

"Well done, Shiraishi! To be able to hit such a beautiful Lob at a time like this!"

On the sidelines, Konjiki Koharu looked on with admiration, even from the perspective of a data whiz with perfectly precise calculations.

It's incredible that Shiraishi, having reached his limit, could still hit such a perfect Lob after breaking Atobe's serve under such circumstances.

"It seems the Hyotei Academy captain's plan to decide the match with this serve has failed, and his other move has also been countered by Shiraishi. So, what will happen in this match..."

Konjiki Koharu, hidden behind her glasses, held a hint of coldness as she looked at Atobe, before shifting to hope as she looked at Shiraishi.

However, Atobe clearly wasn't prepared for everything to go according to Konjiki Koharu's script.

Despite his winning serve being countered by Shiraishi, Atobe remained unfazed; his move had been broken far too many times at crucial moments.

Therefore, as if he had expected it, he did not wait for the tennis ball to land, but ran in the direction the tennis ball was traveling. After arriving at the right position, Atobe jumped high into the air.

He smashed the tennis ball down from mid-air!

Bang!

The Dance of Destruction descends once again upon Shiraishi's half of the performance.

"Is it that same combination move again?"

Seeing this, Shiraishi felt relieved. He would need to put some effort into dealing with the other moves.

However, this kind of attack that comes straight at his racket can actually reduce his unnecessary running!

Swish!

However, this time Shiraishi did not use the method of adjusting his body and hitting posture as he had done before.

Instead, he uses the momentum to bend his knees and squat down, holding the racket with both hands, and hits the ball back in a Kirin Drop posture facing the smasher. This posture is extremely strange, but the effect is very good.

Seeing this, Atobe Keigo laughed and quickly ran towards the point where the tennis ball had landed.

"Hahaha, Shiraishi Kuranosuke, I acknowledge you! Be captivated by my magnificent ball skills!"

Atobe chuckled softly at Shiraishi's high lob.

As before, he didn't wait for the tennis ball to land; he leaped high again, stretched his arm dramatically, and twisted his wrist to smash the ball down once more.

Bang!

The tennis ball, carrying a terrifying backspin, accelerated to the ground after flying over the middle of the net.

With heavy steps, he reached the landing point of the tennis ball, raised his racket to catch it, and Shiraishi, who was preparing to return the shot, paused for a moment, watching the ball tear desperately against his racket before leaping away in an instant.

"This..."

A look of shock appeared on Shiraishi's face.

Hiss... whoosh...

The tennis ball paused only briefly on Shiraishi's racket before sliding out in a long Shiraishi serpent, leaving trails of shadow as it passed by Shiraishi.

"Beep! Game! Singles match three ends. Hyotei Academy Atobe Keigo wins, score 7-6."

"Hyotei Academy (Tokyo) vs. Shitenhoji), final score 2-1."

The referee immediately blew his whistle.

"Whoosh..."

"Such a smash... it actually launches the ball with the racket as the landing point!"

"If it lands, will it be a smash like Theirs Serve?"

"No, this shot has even more spin than the Tannhäuser shot; a simple lob simply won't be enough to return such a smash!"

The people of Shitenhoji gasped in shock; Atobe's ball was like a thunderbolt, leaving them trembling with fear.

"So this is Atobe Keigo, the emperor of the Hyotei Academy! He's too strong..."

On the sidelines Oshitari Kenya deeply shaken; he had witnessed another peer whose strength far exceeded his expectations.

At the net, the two, both soaked to the bone, clasped hands tightly.

What's the name of this move?

"How about that? Isn't it gorgeous? This is my latest ultimate move, the Jig of Lamentation!"

"A jig, huh..."

Shiraishi's eyes were very bright, and he smiled slightly.

"That's a powerful move! I definitely won't lose next time! But Atobe, even if you beat me this time, the final match will still be won by our Shitenhoji."

"Really? We'll see!"

"The second singles match is about to begin, featuring Chitose Senri Oshitari Yushi against Yuushi Oshitari of Shitenhoji Hyotei Academy. Both players, please enter the arena."

Although this was Chitose's first encounter with Oshitari Yushi, the two had no prior interaction in the original work.

However, Shitenhoji, now in dire straits, left Chitose with no room for mercy.

From the very beginning of the match, he exerted strong pressure on Oshitari.

Despite Talent Limit predictions, the score continued to Chitose away, and even with Oshitari of his thousand unique techniques, Oshitari could only manage a feeble resistance.

"Hateful!"

"The State of Selflessness! How could I possibly lose to someone like you!"

Oshitari Yushi let out a roar, his spirit condensed to its extreme, and white energy began to emanate from his body.

Under Chitose's constant suppression, Oshitari finally comprehended the State of Selflessness. With the blessing of this initial selflessness, he stretched out his arm and suddenly threw the tennis ball!

Boom!

The racket flashed by.

A winding arc flashed by, and then the tennis ball plummeted to the ground.

The State of Selflessness directly imitates Atobe's Theirs Serve!

The high-speed spinning tennis ball hissed through the air as it swept past Chitose's feet in an instant.

Then, with two more Theirs Serve, Oshitari won the game.

In the subsequent service game, Chitose, with absolute predictability, once again won the score.

When it was Oshitari's turn to serve, he used Muga again and began to imitate Atobe's serve.

However, this time, the Chitose made a move.

"Compared to Atobe's previous serve, this one was too slow!" Chitose Senri's voice rang out in the court.

"It seems this is all you can do. I've long since mastered this initial stage of selflessness, and even surpassed it. How can you possibly contend with me with such a level of understanding?"

"In that case!"

"Then I'll accept this victory without hesitation!"

"Victory belongs to Shitenhoji!"

As soon as Chitose finished speaking, his body had already moved to the spot where the tennis ball had landed.

Chitose suddenly raised her arm towards the point where the tennis ball had landed, and then swung it out quickly.

With a flash of black tennis racket, the ball was caught steadily after landing and bouncing slightly.

A white streak of light shot out rapidly from Chitose Senri's racket!

Boom!

The tennis ball exploded on the court behind Oshitari Yushi, bouncing high upon landing and striking the net behind Oshitari's half of the court!

"Game! Shitenhoji Chitose Senri wins, score 5-2!"

"This match."

Chitose Senri's voice rang out. "Hyotei Academy has no chance left! Next point, four goals!"

Bang!

15:0.

Seven balls!

Bang!

30:0.

One goal after another!

Unlike the long tug-of-war between Atobe and Shiraishi before.

In the following rounds, Chitose continued to make his absolute predictions.

Chitose, unleashing her full power, swiftly and decisively defeated Oshitari Yushi.

"The singles match 2 is over! Shitenhoji Chitose Senri wins, score 6:2."

"The Singles 1 match begins, featuring Shitenhoji Hara Tetsuya against Hiyoshi Wakashi of the Hyotei Academy."

"The winner of this match is Shitenhoji from Osaka, Kansai, with a total score of 3-2!"

As the final ball from Hara Tetsuya landed, the referee announced it loudly.

"Shitenhoji!"

"Hara Tetsuya!"

Looking at Hara Tetsuya, who was raising his racket high on the court, a hint of resentment flashed in the eyes of Atobe Keigo the Hyotei Academy area.

Their second year at the Hyotei Academy has already ended!

P. S.: "It's almost the end of the month, please vote with your monthly tickets~"

I'm making up for the extra chapters I owed for the monthly votes.