Yukimura and Tezuka

"The semi-finals of the Kanto Competition, the match between Rikkai University and Seigaku, the total score is 2-2, and the No. 1 singles match will be held next. ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ➅9ˢ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ"

"Players, please get ready."

Seeing that Seigaku and Rikkai Dai had actually made it to the final game, the Fudomine members who came to the sidelines were all very excited.

They came to the sidelines after the start of the Singles 1 match and witnessed the most exciting part of the second half of the doubles match.

"Muneyoshi, the Singles 1 between Seigaku and Rikkai Dai will definitely be a contest between Tezuka and Yukimura. Who do you think has a better chance of winning?"

Looking at the starting lineups for both sides, Tachibana Kippei easily identified the Singles 1 player and asked curiously.

In fact, it wasn't just him; everyone around the stadium was eagerly anticipating the upcoming match.

Even the defeated Hyotei Academy, led by Atobe, arrived here.

One is the captain of Seigaku's Tennis Club, and the other is the captain of Rikkai Dai's Tennis Club.

Both are opponents he should be wary of, and their matchup is worth watching with Atobe and his men.

"Their strengths are very evenly matched; if you ask me to judge which is stronger, I wouldn't know either."

Muneyoshi shook his head. Although he had fought with both of them, he couldn't say who was stronger or weaker.

The two of them took completely different paths, and there was no restraint between their paths.

Therefore, the true strength or weakness can only be known after a real fight.

Hearing Muneyoshi say this, the members of Fudomine became even more excited for the match.

A few minutes later, the referee's voice rang out again.

"The Singles 1 match is about to begin, featuring Yukimura Seiichi of Tezuka Kunimitsu vs. Rikkai Dai Affiliated Middle School Seiichi of Seigaku Affiliated High School!"

"Please welcome both players to the arena!"

Please give me your guidance!

Please give me your guidance!

Two tall figures stood at the net, their hands clasped together.

When facing Tezuka, Yukimura didn't have the bad habit of draping his training jacket over his back.

Seeing the subtle sense of crisis emanating from Tezuka across from him, Yukimura Seiichi smiled, his eyebrows raised:

"Tezuka, speaking of which, this is the first time we've ever faced off, isn't it? I'm really looking forward to it."

Their eyes met, and there was no hint of swords or bloodshed in their conversation; instead, there seemed to be only an atmosphere of endless peace.

However, Tezuka's senses were incredibly sharp; he knew it was all an illusion, and the clash between the two had actually begun the moment they stepped onto the court.

Sensing the stinging pain and chill emanating from his body, a slight ripple appeared in Tezuka's eyes. "Yes, let's not leave any regrets, Yukimura- kun."

As he spoke, Tezuka's mind drifted back to that afternoon two years ago, the final of the Junior Tournament.

In fact, his initial choice to challenge was Yukimura.

However, Sanada was the first to lose his temper and jump out.

However, they missed the moment when the two were most likely to clash, and this missed opportunity lasted for two years, which contrasted sharply with Seigaku's slump.

The handsome young man in front of him and another young man he had promised to compete against had both won the national championship.

But he still had nothing, and thinking of this, Tezuka's fighting spirit grew even stronger.

"Let's go, shall we guess first?"

"Positive or negative?"

Tezuka watched the racket spin and twist on Yukimura's fingertips, his gaze lowered. After the racket had spun several times, he suddenly said, "Back."

Clatter

The racket landed face up.

Yukimura picked up the racket, a seemingly gentle smile appearing on his face, "Yes, it seems I've had better luck in this match."

Tezuka tightened his grip on his racket, Tezuka expression slightly serious, but he didn't say anything more.

Yukimura Seiichi was the second oldest person of his age in Japan, after Saeki Muneyoshi.

Judging from the scene of his match against Akutsu during the previous training camp, Akutsu was indeed slightly stronger, and now he could clearly feel that very threatening aura.

After giving Yukimura a long look, Tezuka turned and walked towards his baseline, where he was supposed to receive serves.

"The match begins, a single set to decide the winner, Rikkai Dai Affiliated Middle School Yukimura Seiichi's serve."

The referee climbed onto the high chair and gave the whistle, officially starting the match.

Muneyoshi, Atobe, Tachibana Kippei, Keith, and others in the audience all became serious; this match could be described as a thrilling duel between dragons and tigers.

No one will miss it.

"Here it comes, Tezuka... Kunimitsu."

Yukimura casually glanced at Tezuka's posture before calmly tossing the ball upwards.

Bang!

With his toes slightly off the ground, Yukimura Tezuka swiftly swung his racket downwards. Many people only saw a blur before the tennis ball was already pressed into the angle of Tezuka's receiving area.

"Such speed, such precise ball control!"

Yukimura showed no mercy; this preemptive and tricky serve made even skilled servers like Ibu Shinji, Kamio Akira, and Yamabuki Sengoku Kiyosumi serious and extremely wary.

Tezuka and Yukimura didn't participate in many tournaments in the past two years, except when they faced Saeki Muneyoshi.

It's rare to see someone so serious right from the start.

Of course, those who have been to the training camp are well aware of their own strengths, so there will be far less probing.

Moreover, they were very clear that this was not their full strength.

Despite the lessons learned from the World Tournament, their personalities dictate that they won't go all out from the start.

With a thud, the tennis ball bounced off the ground, and a tall, elegant figure in blue and white appeared at the spot where the ball had landed.

Bang!

Tezuka's blue and white figure took a half-step to the side, and with a powerful swing of his arm, he sent the racket flying from one spot.

Bang!

A small, mustard-yellow ball suddenly appeared on Tezuka's racket face and then flew back.

"Excellent speed, tricky angles, and even maximum power."

Yukimura's gentle voice came from the other side. He glanced up at the other side, letting the tennis ball spin on the racket face, but his arm did not move at all.

After glancing at Tezuka's movements, Yukimura narrowed his eyes and smashed the tennis ball back to Tezuka.

Bang!

The tennis ball bounced high into Tezuka air, kicking up a cloud of dust as it landed.

"Your countermeasure was good, but it was too obvious!"

Tezuka, without hesitation, spoke in a cool tone as if responding to Yukimura's earlier move, and every move Tezuka made was imbued with his own unique spin.

So...

Without even glancing at the bouncing tennis ball, his foot slipped, and an invisible vortex spread outward from Tezuka's body.

After the tennis ball entered Tezuka Zone, it was twisted and deviated from its original path by a wisp of airflow, and the bounced tennis ball was also drawn to Tezuka's front.

Bang!

With a sudden swing of his arm, the powerful movement caused his blue and white uniform to flutter, Tezuka once again calmly returned the tennis ball to the net.

A flash of white light streaked across the field; this shot was even faster than the first one.

"That's Tezuka's style. He starts with the most basic counterattack, and everything is an opportunity for him to defend and counterattack. Yukimura doesn't use his skills from the beginning, he will fall into Tezuka's rhythm."

A glint flashed in Muneyoshi's eyes; he knew Tezuka and Yukimura's styles very well.

"Muneyoshi, although you're absolutely right, Tezuka's technique is still amazing no matter how many times I watch it!"

Upon hearing Muneyoshi's words, Tachibana Kippei withdrew his gaze and shook his head.

Kamio Akira, standing beside him, nodded in agreement. In his view, Tezuka's casual way of handling tennis was a level he simply couldn't comprehend.

"Kamio, it seems your training has been too lax. Leaving aside Aoi Kintaro from before, even this kid you defeated has probably already demonstrated top-notch technical skills."

Muneyoshi's lips curled slightly, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Now that Shinji has already entered the national arena, you're the only one who hasn't. It seems it's time for us to give you some special training."

"No, Minister..."

Kamio's face darkened at the thought of the impending pain.

Tap tap tap.

Yukimura's eyes lit up, and his rapid pursuit created a gust of wind.

"So this is the magical Tezuka Zone..."

"That hidden rotation alone won't be enough to deal with me, but... there are still loopholes."

Although it was his first time facing this situation, Yukimura already had a plan in mind.

Sizzle...

His foot slipped quickly on the ground, Yukimura caught up with the tennis ball, bending his arm and pulling it up with his racket.

The spin of the tennis ball changed after it landed.

The tennis ball, which should have bounced towards the player's hand, suddenly bounced irregularly and swept past the sideline at an extremely high speed.

"Seigaku's Tezuka Kunimitsu scores, 15-0!"

The referee quickly announced the score, and Yukimura put down his racket and stood up, looking at the tennis ball at his feet with a somewhat surprised expression.

"There are even other changes that haven't occurred before?"

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Only two chapters today. After celebrating my family's elders' birthdays at noon and in the afternoon, I have to drive back to Chengdu for several hours tonight. Too busy!