From Hell, Crawl Back

"Aaaaah, watch me hit you back!"

Akutsu let out a roar, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He didn't back down an inch, and even after witnessing the terror of the demon's move, Akutsu charged towards the tennis ball.

Bang!

The powerful shot rang out again, and a figure flew out of the smoke—it was Akutsu.

With a thud, the racket and the player slammed heavily to the ground once again.

However, Akutsu was not afraid; his eyes were still full of fighting spirit.

So close, just a tiny bit more!

He can then fight back!

At that moment, Oni Jūjirō also took a closer look at the racket in his hand, and saw that cracks had appeared on the crosshair.

Oni Jūjirō grinned, revealing his teeth, and the black and red aura emanating from his body surged even more violently.

After returning to the rest area and changing to a real racket, Oni Jūjirō stepped back onto the court.

"Haha, next time, it won't be as simple as just changing your racket!"

Akutsu on the opposite side also stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes when he saw Oni Jūjirō changing his racket.

"I've seen that move of yours countless times!"

To this, Oni Jūjirō ignored him completely, instead glancing at the disheveled Akutsu and sternly saying, "Hmph, kid, are you ready to go to hell?"

"Go to hell? Hahaha, I'll send you down there myself!"

Bang!

Akutsu served again, but this time, having changed his racket, Oni Jūjirō unleashed an even more powerful flat shot at the serve.

Bang!

"Oni Jūjirō scores, 40:0."

Bang!

"Game, Oni Jūjirō scores, score 1:0."

Oni Jūjirō, displaying some of his fighting prowess, instantly broke Akutsu's serve.

Faced with Oni Jūjirō's attacks, Akutsu could only passively defend, and even that wasn't guaranteed; the advantage his serve gave him was completely wasted.

The two teams switch sides.

At this moment, Saeki Muneyoshi, whose match had already ended, also arrived at the scene. Watching the two players competing on the court, Muneyoshi had a smile on his face.

The dust on Akutsu's body and the sweat on his temples clearly showed his disheveled state.

"Oh, the devil actually changed his racket. It seems this kid really is as capable as you said, Muneyoshi."

Tanegashima Shūji, who came with him, was also somewhat surprised to see Oni Jūjirō using his full strength against the middle school students.

"Senior Tanegashima, some of them are quite good, so you'll have to do your best!"

Muneyoshi didn't explain, but instead gave Tanegashima a mysterious smile.

How could he be looking after only Akutsu this time? None of the others could escape!

With steady steps, Oni Jūjirō approached the other side and tightened his grip on the tennis ball with his left hand.

At first, Oni Jūjirō was not satisfied with Muneyoshi's request to take care of Akutsu.

He always had his own way of mentoring younger generations, but of course, the prerequisite for mentoring was that the person had to meet his standards.

For example, Saeki Muneyoshi Tokugawa Kazuya.

However, after the match against Akutsu Jin, although it was only a short game, Akutsu's performance was commendable in Oni Jūjirō's opinion.

He is indeed a very good junior.

But, they're still too inexperienced.

"Kid, watch out!"

With his slightly hoarse voice and rugged, fierce appearance, no one would believe that Oni Jūjirō possessed such a delicate and warm heart.

Swish!

Bang!

A flat serve, brimming with violent aesthetics, transforms the tennis ball into a golden streak that shoots straight onto the opposite side of the court.

Oni Jūjirō's terrifying power created a shockwave in Akutsu's half of the court; his flat serve perfectly showcased Oni Jūjirō incredible strength.

Such an amazing goal naturally elicited gasps of surprise from the junior high school students.

Fuji, Inui Sadaharu, and the other middle school students all looked at Akutsu on the field with worried expressions.

The opponent's skill level completely surpassed that of a junior high school student; they were a true high school player.

Akutsu was well aware of this, and although he looked fierce, he dared not be careless in the face of Oni Jūjirō's attacks.

His well-trained body provided Akutsu with considerable strength.

By using the momentum of running forward and taking a lunge, you unleash all your power the instant the tennis ball bounces up, and then strike it with a powerful blow.

Even so, the force of the recoil still made Akutsu's eyes twitch.

Sizzle...

The tennis ball struggled incessantly on the racket, and Akutsu's racket visibly trembled.

Bang!

In the end, Akutsu gritted his teeth and returned the ball, but this return, which looked very forced, naturally posed little threat to Oni.

"Well done, kid! Now that you've seen the Jack Knife, come and taste the power of the axe!"

"Black Tomahawk!"

Oni Jūjirō sprinted forward and reached the net again, coldly uttering the name of the move. A surge of black and red energy instantly filled the entire court.

"What!"

The middle school students were taken aback by what they heard.

However, Oni Jūjirō didn't give them any time to think. He leaped up on one foot, his massive body rising like a mountain in front of Akutsu.

Immediately following was a terrifying sense of danger and a terrible oppressive force pressing heavily on Akutsu's shoulders.

Akutsu's brow twitched violently; this terrifying feeling was even more intense than the sense of danger Saeki Muneyoshi had given him before.

Moreover, the opponent's mere aura was enough to suppress his actions and spirit.

However, the more this is the case, the less likely Akutsu is to give in.

His dark golden pupils were fixed on the figure in mid-air, and he saw a blood-red axe coming down heavily towards him.

"I must reach this level! Beat them back!!!"

Akutsu swung his racket heavily at the crimson light.

The ball pierced the air.

The shockwave pierced right through Akutsu's figure. Even the middle school students standing on the sidelines were so shocked by the force of the ball that it sent shivers down their spines.

After the tennis ball passed through Akutsu, its momentum did not diminish; instead, it slammed heavily into the wall behind Akutsu.

It stirred up clouds of dust.

The worry on the faces of the Seigaku members was clearly visible, but the match was not over yet, and they could not interfere.

Oni Jūjirō's dangerous and powerful aura filled the entire stadium and lingered for a long time.

Until the smoke and dust cleared.

Only then did everyone see the scene on the court: Akutsu's replacement racket was damaged again.

Moreover, this time it wasn't just the racket that was damaged, but also the court and the wall behind it.

Akutsu

The crowd outside the court gasped in shock. Akutsu was in very poor condition on the court; the capillaries in his arm had burst, and his entire arm had turned bright red.

The muscles throughout the body also showed varying degrees of sprains.

Snap~~

The racket in his hand, having exhausted all his strength, fell to the ground.

Akutsu can no longer continue the match.

This scene left the middle school students watching feeling heavy-hearted. Just as planned, they hadn't expected the gap between the two sides to be so vast.

"Is this what high school students are at?"

At that moment, the same thought crossed everyone's mind.

Oni Jūjirō slung his racket over his shoulder and walked off the court.

"Akutsu Jin, I'll remember your name. Climb out of hell and take your revenge on me!"

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