The Melted Racket Face
Boom!
Muneyoshi roared in anger!
He hastily held his racket upright in front of his face, and Kamishiro Reiji's tennis ball sank deeply into Muneyoshi's racket, creating a deep dent.
However, Muneyoshi blocked it. Although it was rushed, he managed to hit Zongyan back, but the strong force still struck Muneyoshi's cheek, causing him some pain.
"Reiji..."
On the coaching bench, Hanamura Aoi, whose expression remained largely unchanged despite consecutive losses, made a loss of composure on the court for the first time.
Because this is something she forbids; it's designed to attack the human body, easily instilling a fear of tennis—murderous tennis!
However, if Muneyoshi knew what she was thinking, he would probably just chuckle. Compared to the tennis ball he was about to hit, what was this "murderous tennis ball"?
"Tch, not bad at all?"
Just as the scene fell silent, Saeki Muneyoshi's cold and indifferent words slowly rang out.
No one expected that in that situation, he wouldn't instinctively dodge, but would instead respond directly to Reiji's shot.
What kind of man is he?
Kajimoto Takahisa also looked somewhat surprised, and the fingers he was holding to his chest twitched involuntarily.
"They didn't even dodge..."
When Kamishiro Reiji saw Muneyoshi's unwavering stance, his pupils dilated in surprise.
The other party's reaction just now made his heart waver for a moment, but he quickly suppressed it with cold rationality.
"If once isn't enough, then let's try a few more times. I don't believe you won't dodge!"
Bang!
In Muneyoshi's serve, an extremely simple serve landed right at Kamishiro Reiji's feet. This was because Muneyoshi had deliberately let him hit the same tennis ball.
The latter gritted his teeth, crossed his arms in front of him for a moment, and a somewhat eerie blue light reappeared on his body.
"Deep Power!"
Boom!
The tennis ball tore and vibrated through the air, drawing out a violently trembling yellow light directly above the center of the net.
The incredibly strong wind caused the net to swing violently.
It's definitely faster now.
This kind of tennis ball, which accelerates twice, doesn't give people much time to react.
However, the tennis ball, imbued with a powerful, damaging aura, and the deep-seated malice only intensified the darkness lingering in Muneyoshi's heart.
Provoked, An also wanted to vent.
A strong wind swept across the field.
"You really think you're the only one who knows how to play powerful tennis? What can you do with those razor-sharp, blade-like moves?"
"Oh!"
"Kamishiro Reiji, please don't start hating tennis now!"
"After all, it's only polite to reciprocate..."
As they spoke, a dense darkness instantly swept across the entire stadium.
In the darkness, only two Glowing Flame could be seen flickering in Muneyoshi's eyes, emitting an inextinguishable radiance.
The Glowing Flame continued to spread, eventually settling into Muneyoshi's heart. The eerie light lingering on his body deepened, and the Dark Markings the corners of his eyes grew more pronounced...
Swish!
He reached forward with his left hand, and dark flames emerged from his palm. He raised his right arm towards his chest, and the entire racket was enveloped in a layer of eerie light shrouded in Glowing Flames.
His eyes were devoid of any emotion at that moment; instead, a burning desire for destruction flashed within them.
Boom!
The tennis ball, flying towards them, began to tremble incessantly under the cover of darkness, like a black ball of light, as if it were burning.
"This is...!!"
On the sidelines, Hanamura Aoi's heart was pounding for some reason. In fact, not only her, but everyone felt an extremely dangerous aura emanating from Saeki Muneyoshi.
The next instant!
There was a loud bang.
"Falling Bright!"
Bang!
With a muffled thud, the racket gleamed with an inky black light, enveloping the tennis ball.
Muneyoshi's Darkness Shot - Falling Darkness once again blossomed from his hand.
Call out!
A dark shadow swept swiftly from Muneyoshi's half of the court to Kamishiro Reiji's half, and the sound of the tennis ball whizzing through the air rang out once more!
After the tennis ball flew over the middle net, it immediately created eight streaks of light in Kamishiro Reiji's half of the court. Whether it was in retaliation or not, some of them flew directly towards Kamishiro Reiji's face.
Kamishiro Reiji's eyes widened in shock, and his body instinctively reacted by trying to dodge.
"Oh no!"
However, the immense mental pressure on Muneyoshi's shoulders made it extremely difficult for him to even move, leaving him no choice but to passively swing his racket towards the nearest tennis ball.
As soon as Kamishiro Reiji's movement began, the tennis ball that Muneyoshi had hit back converged from eight paths back into one.
However, at this moment, everyone on the court, including the spectators around them, felt a heart-pounding sense of danger from the incoming tennis ball.
Whoosh!
Buzz buzz buzz~
The tennis ball, swirling with black light and constantly churning with air currents, gradually grew larger until it formed the size of a basketball in everyone's sight.
That moment was like a black sun falling from the sky, finally crashing onto Kamishiro Reiji's racket.
Boom!
"Ah!!!"
Gravel flew everywhere.
Kamishiro Reiji let out a piercing scream as he was thrown to the ground.
The racket in his hand was now completely destroyed; the racket face seemed to have melted away, leaving only the bare frame. The tennis ball had pierced through the racket and landed at his feet.
A hole the size of a basketball appeared on the court, and it wasn't until the dust settled that the tennis ball was found still spinning inside the hole...
"This shot..."
At this moment, everyone watching the game had their eyes wide open. The aura emanating from Muneyoshi's shot, and even the terrifying aura it conveyed, far exceeded their expectations.
They're not even in the same league as tennis.
Only then did everyone understand why Muneyoshi had said things like "small razor blade" and "don't hate tennis."
Kamishiro Reiji's tennis wasn't what you call killer tennis; Saeki Muneyoshi's tennis was the real killer tennis!
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
"Reiji, stop hitting!"
Hanamura Aoi, along with all the Regular from Jōsei Shōnan, rushed forward and forcibly stopped the game from continuing.
Saeki Muneyoshi's shot just now made them realize that their opponent's strength was not as gentle as he appeared.
He is, however, a very dangerous individual.
If you're not careful, you could be in danger of dying.
"Ryoji, are you alright?"
Kajimoto Takahisa helped the fallen Kamishiro Reiji to his feet, and everyone gathered around, asking with worried expressions.
Kamishiro Reiji looked somewhat dazed, his brows twitching incessantly, his eyes staring blankly at the empty racket in his hand and the basketball-sized crater in front of him.
His arm muscles were starting to turn red, which was a sign of a muscle strain.
Muneyoshi's Darkness Shot was not as destructive as Byōdōin's Light Ball. Byōdōin's Shining Shot - Destruction all of its power by releasing it outwards.
Therefore, it looks imposing and its power is terrifying.
However, power can manifest in many ways; outward expression is one, while inward distortion is another.
"Saeki- kun!"
Hanamura Aoi looked somewhat displeased and seemed about to say something, but was interrupted by Muneyoshi.
"Coach Hanamura, I've already held back!"
Seemingly realizing that the match could not continue, Muneyoshi packed his things, slung his tennis bag over his shoulder, and prepared to leave.
"Coach Hanamura, my invitation remains valid. Please contact me if you are able!"
After saying that, Muneyoshi handed his number to Hanamura Aoi, then left Jōsei Shōnan with his tennis bag on his back.
Meanwhile, Hanamura Aoi stared at the number in her hand, lost in thought as she and Muneyoshi walked away.
Finally, for reasons unknown, she instructed her team members to look after Kamishiro Reiji, while she herself chased after Muneyoshi.
I worked overtime until 9:30 PM yesterday, and got home very late. I'll work another day today, but I shouldn't have to work overtime on Saturday. Then I can relax and write more for you all. I'm not like many full-time writers; work is life, after all. But I will definitely try my best to write. Even if I'm busy, I can still manage at least two chapters a day. Thank you all for your support. I saw many friends gave me monthly tickets and rewards, but I haven't had a chance to thank them yet. I'll make it up to them when I catch up on the updates.