Full Power

"They really don't give people a chance to breathe."

Standing in the backfield, Mori Juzaburo glanced at Muneyoshi; this was the first time he had felt such intense pressure.

The terrifying feeling of suffocation made it extremely difficult for him to move.

"However... if I were to give up and admit defeat in front of a junior like you, I would really be too pathetic!"

Bang!

The tennis ball let out a sharp whistle and shot off Mori Juzaburo's racket in an instant.

At the same time, Mouri's movements did not stop. His pace quickened, and he lunged forward like a cheetah, crouching low and nimbly pouncing towards the net.

"When in doubt, do you also want to serve and volley?"

Muneyoshi glanced at him and easily discerned Mouri's intentions, as such actions were far too obvious.

"Want to win by speed and internet access... Well, that's yours!"

Muneyoshi smiled coldly, took two steps to the side, and intercepted the tennis ball that bounced up with a forehand.

Bang!

With a twist of his arm muscles, revealing streamlined lines, Muneyoshi slightly raised his arm, and the tennis ball flew directly towards the backcourt of the other half of the court belonging to the Mouri.

The best way to retaliate against someone online is to attack their backline.

Moreover, although Muneyoshi's shot was at a high angle, it was not slow at all. This kind of high-angle shot also demonstrated his ball control.

"However, with your athleticism, you should still be able to catch up to such an attack."

Muneyoshi stared coldly at the opposite side. Mouri, who had originally run to the net, quickly changed direction to chase the tennis ball.

"Did you think you could fool me by using yourself as bait? There must be more to this move, right? Well, let's see you slip out on your own!!"

Muneyoshi watched Mouri's movements and saw him seemingly struggling to catch up with the tennis ball. With a light touch, Muneyoshi quickly ran off in one direction.

"Heh, you've been fooled."

Just as Muneyoshi had expected, Mouri glanced at Muneyoshi's movements out of the corner of his eye, and a smile appeared on his lips.

The previously strained passing motion suddenly changed.

With a creak, Mouri's arm suddenly extended a few centimeters again, and with the momentum of a sharp turn of his body, he swung his racket horizontally.

Bang!

The tennis ball left a straight beam of light that flew past Muneyoshi as he moved.

Thump!

With a muffled thud, the tennis ball kicked up a cloud of dust on the ground, about to fly out of bounds.

Mouri's unexpected change of tactics was brilliant and caught many off guard.

"Score!"

"No, not yet!"

"What?! How is that possible!"

The court seemed to suddenly go dark, and Muneyoshi's figure, who had been running to the other side, suddenly disappeared, revealing his true self behind the tennis ball.

"To dislocate his hand joint and still be able to hit a tennis ball in that condition—that's true talent from Mouri- senpai; it's an enviable ability."

"But you just showed off beforehand, do you really think you can score against me again with that move?"

Falling Bright!

Bang!

Boom!

The previously dim sky returned to normal, but with Muneyoshi's move, a cloud of dust rose from the court.

The sound of falling gravel echoed from the Mouri's rear.

"Cough cough cough~~"

"Saeki -kun's tactics are really dangerous!"

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the audience outside the arena saw that a large spider-like crack had been punched into the wall behind Mouri.

The coaches on the platform were already used to it; ever since the Kanto Tournament, no match of Saeki Muneyoshi had ever been without damaging the court.

Therefore, he did not pause the game.

Let tennis handle this!

Seeing that the referee did not pause the game, Mouri was not surprised. He acted as if nothing had happened, tossed the tennis ball up, and continued his serve.

The two players continued their match, while the spectators outside the arena were buzzing with discussion.

Especially Atobe, who had played against both of them on the field.

"Whether it's Mouri or Muneyoshi, their movements just now were incredibly fast! It seemed like they even outpaced me..."

Atobe a few fingers loosely near his nose, a slight jolt running through him, a feeling of unease settling in his heart.

He had experienced Mouri's style before; that flawless approach greatly limited him.

"If you just use that dislocated fighting style from before, you won't be able to beat Muneyoshi. You should unlock another ability, Mouri!"

A cold glint flashed in Atobe's eyes, but his tone was full of certainty.

However, he didn't know that Mouri's sleeping posture had actually been revealed to Muneyoshi from the very beginning.

However, because Muneyoshi's presence was constantly interfering with his mind, Mouri's ability to suppress his pain and fall into a deep sleep became intermittent.

Their mental battle had actually begun long ago.

"As expected of Saeki -kun, but I've gotten used to this constant interruption of my Sleep State. Your negative influence no longer works on me!"

On the court, after serving, Mouri seemed to have completed an important stage, slowly closing his eyes and quickly falling into a sleep-like state.

"Oh, so it suppressed the mental interference. Too bad, it's still useless!"

After saying that, Muneyoshi paused, arrived at the landing point of the tennis ball, and swung his racket to smash it.

Bang!

The tennis ball flew out, about to pass over the closed-eyed Mori Juzaburo.

As the tennis ball flew over, Mouri, who had fallen into a deep sleep, no longer felt stiff and sluggish; a layer of shimmering white light appeared on his body.

The next second, Mouri, who was still Sleep State, unleashed an astonishing speed.

After a few clicks from the racket-holding arm, Mouri's footsteps left a blur.

His slightly curly, deep red hair swayed in the breeze as he spun around, his arm swinging in an exaggerated arc.

Bang!

A golden light exploded at Muneyoshi's bottom corner.

"Inbounds, score valid, Mori Juzaburo, 15-30."

The ball landed, immediately causing a stir among the crowd.

Gazing at the sleeping Mouri, everyone from Fudomine instinctively widened their eyes.

"What's wrong with this guy? He can still play ball even after falling asleep?"

First-year Kamio and Ishida exclaimed in surprise.

"No, it's not just that he can play ball; his strength and speed are also greatly enhanced in that explosive moment!"

Tachibana Kippei and Keith exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness and fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

The abilities Mouri displayed at this moment, especially his disregard for mental pressure and the subtle restraint in his pure outburst, touched them somewhat.

Bang!

"30-30."

Bang!

40-40.

Once Sleep State, Mouri unleashed speed and power far exceeding that of a middle school student.

Moreover, because Sleep State and couldn't see, he ignored the mental pressure Muneyoshi exerted on him.

The two players on the court moved swiftly and skillfully, the sound of their shots like a sudden storm.

Sometimes at the net, sometimes at the baseline, the constant back-and-forth made scoring this point seem incredibly difficult.

Muneyoshi's footwork and power were certainly no less than Mouri's at this moment. Just as the tennis ball was about to fly out of the court, he followed up with a backhand smash, directly hitting Mouri's other corner.

Bang!

Bang!

Seeing that Muneyoshi and Mouri had actually started a protracted battle, and that for almost every point, the two sides had at least thirty or forty swings of their rackets.

The previously quiet hearts of the Rikkai Dai suddenly stirred.

Could it be that...?

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