Kevin Smith's Misery at the Hands of a Merciless Beating

Sanada's aura exploded, and the entire court instantly grew oppressively tense.

At that moment, fury filled his heart. Sensing the change in Sanada across the net, Kevin Smith couldn't help feeling a chill.

What kind of monster is this guy...?

Under the weight of Sanada's immense presence, Kevin's hair stood on end, and fear gripped him.

As Sanada's aura spread, Kevin felt as if he had become prey waiting to be slaughtered, while Sanada was a wild beast.

"Whew..."

Kevin took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the fear welling up inside him. Then he bit his lip and clenched the tennis ball in his left hand.

After a moment, determination flashed in Kevin's lowered eyes. He spoke in a low voice: "Even though you beat Echizen Ryoma, I won't lose to you."

Having quelled his fear, Kevin tossed the ball high again and swung his left arm down with force.

Thwack!

The ball shot over the net. Kevin didn't stop moving; he pushed off the ground and sprinted toward the net.

Serve and volley!

Watching this, a flicker of recognition crossed Sanada's eyes. It looked like the style of that first-year Tezuka had trained at Seigaku.

This kid was copying Echizen Ryoma—not just his style of play, but even the way he held his racket while running...

"Heh! Echizen Ryoma was just another opponent I beat. And you, a mere copycat, think you can challenge me?"

Sanada spat, suddenly feeling bored.

Playing against an opponent like this was a waste of time. Rather than spend time entertaining him, Sanada would be better off practicing a few more sets of swings.

But since he was already on the court, Sanada wasn't about to give up. Though, in his eyes, Kevin was nothing but trash...

"Swift as the Wind..."

Sanada casually