Cut off the Future (Three Updates Today, Please Vote Double!)
Bang!
Yukimura's powerful smash failed to land; the tennis ball bounced off the ground and flew back towards Tezuka. ╰☆☆ Claws☆☆╮
Lost in thought, before Tezuka could fully grasp why he felt a sense of déjà vu, his racket swung out instinctively.
Bang!
Although the situation was urgent, this style of play was what he excelled at, creating a perfect scoring opportunity through Tezuka Zone.
Long-term training and practice have made Tezuka's movements, even subconscious ones, extremely precise.
This goal was not unexpected.
The tennis ball crossed the other half of the court and flew towards the baseline, a position that even Yukimura would have had a hard time catching.
However, the next second, the previously realistic scene reappeared with countless snowflakes.
It's like a video stuttering, the blur eventually disappearing.
Tezuka found that the scene before him was rapidly darkening once again.
At that moment, Yukimura on the opposite side twisted his ankle, unleashing his speed to its limit, and quickly chased after the baseline.
Without even looking, he scooped the tennis ball between his legs just as it was about to hit the ground again.
Bang!
"Game, Rikkai Dai Yukimura Seiichi scored, the score is 4-3."
On the court, seemingly sensing Tezuka's confusion, Yukimura raised his unfocused eyes with a strange smile and looked at Tezuka:
"Tezuka, did you also see your own future of defeat just now?"
After saying that, he didn't Tezuka for Tezuka's reply and walked to his own backcourt baseline to receive serves.
Tezuka's heart trembled violently as blurry, intertwined images appeared in his vision.
"The future... Is this what Akutsu was talking about, the thing he experienced?"
The path of spiritual power, when taken to its final stage, is indeed powerful and unpredictable, just like what Muneyoshi had shown before.
"However, I won't give up so easily; a lie will always remain a lie!"
Bang!
A beam of golden light descended into the court, rolling towards the edge of the net with a touch of radiance.
Tezuka Kunimitsu's Zero Style Serve once again silenced everyone.
"Game, Tezuka Kunimitsu, 5:5."
Once again, Tezuka only needed four goals to break through Yukimura's hard-won momentum, and the score was tied again.
If Yukimura cannot counter Tezuka's Zero Style Serve, he will always be at a disadvantage in such matches.
Because of Tezuka's serve, he had no chance to compete.
Faced with Yukimura's unknown tactics, Tezuka, who had not yet come up with a countermeasure, resorted to the most shameless approach.
Yukimura's service games involved constant grappling and trying to understand the secrets of each move, while his own service games were quick and decisive.
"Damn it! If Captain Yukimura can't break this Zero Style Serve, won't we be stuck in this stalemate forever?"
"In the Rikkai Dai region, Kirihara Akaya said indignantly."
In his mind, the situation of the match was already very clear. Although Tezuka looked impressive, in reality, his strength was no match for his captain.
At this moment, Tezuka dragged them into a stalemate with an unstoppable serve.
That's utterly shameless.
Does it really have to go to a Game 7?
If things continue like this, the competition will become extremely ugly.
"No, Kirihara."
Yanagi Renji shook his head, and his words silenced Kirihara.
"Tezuka Kunimitsu's Zero Style Serve is very powerful, but it has a fatal flaw."
"A fatal flaw? Renji-senpai, what is his flaw?"
The single-minded Kirihara didn't think at all; instead, he looked at Yanagi Renji with suspicion.
"Whether it's Tezuka Kunimitsu's Zero Style Serve or Atobe Keigo's Theirs Serve, the essence is the use of super-strong spin to control the tennis ball and produce an extremely violent rebound."
Yanagi Renji patiently explained this pillar of the future.
"I know everything you're saying, but Renji-senpai, what does that have to do with the shortcomings you mentioned?"
Kirihara's little head was completely confused; he listened to Yanagi Renji's words but didn't really understand them.
I just don't understand why Yanagi Renji is talking so much nonsense?
What does this have to do with what he called Tezuka's fatal flaw?
Upon hearing Kirihara's question, Yanagi Renji's expression changed, and he turned away, no longer explaining to Kirihara.
Brain-damaged child, inexplicable, no brains!
However, Niou was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore and roughly ruffled Kirihara's kelp-like hair, saying:
"Idiot! Use your head to think about this carefully. Do you think you can hit someone with such a strong spin so easily?"
"I see, I understand now! With such intense spinning attacks, that Tezuka guy's wrist must be going to give out, right?"
Although Kirihara wasn't good at applying knowledge to new situations, he still understood basic common sense and the ability to apply concepts in different contexts.
Thinking of this, he immediately felt happy.
"Hmph! I'll see how long you can keep this poker face! Go for it, Captain Yukimura! Defeat Seigaku!"
Having understood all this, Kirihara was no longer worried and lay on the edge of the barbed wire fence, loudly cheering for Yukimura in the arena.
"Tezuka, are you really planning to drag this match into a tiebreaker using Zero-Shiki? Are you afraid of a head-to-head confrontation?"
Yukimura spoke coldly, his words carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.
Although he had more or less guessed Tezuka's intentions, this approach contradicted his earlier statement about leaving no regrets.
Yukimura, crouching in the receiving area, continued coldly:
"Tezuka, since you say you won't have any regrets, then let's begin. No matter what methods you plan to use, I will never be afraid to play tennis."
"For me, what I truly fear is the feeling of never being able to play tennis again!"
"I understand. Then let's focus all our attention on this, Yukimura!"
From Yukimura's words, Tezuka sensed his unwavering determination to win, and he expressed great admiration for Yukimura's will.
Bang!
This time, Tezuka no longer used the Zero Style; his incredibly powerful topspin swept the air around the tennis ball, creating an invisible vortex.
Upon noticing Tezuka's change, Yukimura on the opposite side smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with an astonishing light.
Among them, only tennis is mentioned.
Bang!
Yukimura, with his left hand, once again unleashed a powerful smash.
After eliminating surface rotation, the ball channeled all its power, tracing an almost straight golden trajectory through the air as it flew directly toward Tezuka's feet.
Rustling~
The next second, an invisible vortex, like a tornado, spiraled up beside Tezuka.
A crimson light flickered within the radiant blue of the celestial robes, even pushing away the surrounding dust and pebbles.
At the same time, the tennis ball changed its flight trajectory and flew towards the sidelines.
"Game, Seigaku Tezuka Kunimitsu, the score is 6-6."
P. S.: "Requesting double monthly votes!"