Turning Point

After abandoning the Information Tennis, Yanagi was only able to receive Mitsuya's balls in time, but he couldn't score any points.

Moreover, his claim of receiving the message promptly was merely a rhetorical device used to describe his disheveled response.

"Renji! That's enough!"

"It's okay, I can still play. The game isn't over yet."

"No, the game is over, or rather, it ended a long time ago."

When Liu was almost exhausted and could barely stand, Gan couldn't help but advise him to give up.

But Liu still wanted to persist, and seeing this, Mitsuya also stepped forward to tell him to stop there.

"I..."

"You know it yourself, don't you? The moment you abandoned the Information Tennis, you were already dead."

Before Liu could argue any further, Mitsuya stabbed him in the heart.

Hearing Mitsuya's blunt words, Yanagi finally couldn't hold back anymore.

The racket fell to the ground, and he collapsed to the floor. Gan rushed over and caught him.

"You're wrong. Renji never gave up on Information Tennis."

"What?"

Leaning against the willow's Mitsuya, he spoke up, denying Mitsuya's earlier statement.

Mitsuya seemed somewhat puzzled by what Gan had said, so Gan continued.

"Renji just gave me all the data."

"That's really strange, I haven't received anything."

"It seems the message was conveyed successfully. Now it's up to you, Sadaharu."

Mitsuya was very skeptical of Gan's words, but Yanagi, who was already exhausted, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"With the data you just sent me, my Information Tennis has been upgraded."

"Go, Sadaharu, and fight to your heart's content."

"You get some rest, leave the rest to me."

He helped Liu to a chair on the sidelines, then took his place and went onto the field.

"What, are you going to take his place?"

That works too. I'll be your opponent then. Tell me your name first.

"Inui Sadaharu, third-year student in the Seigaku Academy Tennis Club."

Seeing that Kane had picked up the racket that Yanagi had dropped, Mitsuya also became interested.

Thus began the battle between the evolved Mikami and the now more advanced Mitsuya, who had mastered even more sophisticated Information Tennis.

"Looks like I'm still being underestimated; they actually sent a middle school student to compete against me."

On the same reinforced court, Yukimura and a man with dreadlocks faced off at the net.

The man was disdainful when he saw that his opponent was just a middle school student.

He looked at Yukimura with disdain, and there was a badge pinned to his collar with the Arabic numeral eleven engraved on it.

"I'll give you a break. After all, the cost of fighting us is immeasurable, and I, Fuwa Tetsu Jin, don't want to bully the weak."

It turns out that Yukimura's opponent was the second- Fuwa Tetsu Jin, who was said to be a player whose eyes could reflect the opponent's Mental Power Ball Skill back onto himself.

After saying this, the Fuwa Tetsu Jin took out a headscarf-like object and blindfolded himself.

"It seems I'm the one who's being underestimated."

Seeing that the Fuwa Tetsu Jin had blindfolded himself, Yukimura simply sighed calmly.

The match then officially began. Yukimura Fuwa Tetsu Jin sight of it, immediately arrived at the ball's landing point.

"She seems to know more about tennis than I thought, but in any case, she's only at a middle school level."

With a clean swing, the Fuwa Tetsu Jin returned the ball directly for a point.

This shows that, in terms of basic physical attributes Fuwa Tetsu Jin is much stronger than Yukimura.

As expected of someone who has undergone overseas training, Fuwa Tetsu Jin is far more experienced than Yukimura.

With each return, Fuwa Tetsu Jin would force Yukimura into a defensive position, then unexpectedly hit a ball with a different spin.

Bang!

"Hmph, that's the difference between having a lot of experience and not having a lot."

Being an all-around player with full-court coverage should have been an advantage, but it seems to have become your weakness now.

Because they were focused on returning the ball, they ignored the fact that the ball's spin had changed. Middle school students are really terrible.

After scoring another point by utilizing the rotation of the ball, Fuwa Tetsu Jin was losing interest in continuing the match.

Because Yukimura never showed the strength he desired from beginning to end, maintaining the same level of intensity throughout.

Fuwa Tetsu Jin knew was that Yukimura's attack had actually begun much earlier.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

"You can't even handle a ball like this? You really disappoint me. You've exposed so many weaknesses, haven't you realized it yourself?"

"Hmph, find my weaknesses all you want, I just want to play the tennis I want to play right now."

"Oh? You mean a head-on confrontation?"

Yukimura remained unmoved by the mockery, but it was only after hearing about the direct confrontation that Yukimura remembered something.

"I will definitely defeat you in a head-on confrontation."

That was during the elimination rounds, in the match against Sanada. After Yukimura eliminated Sanada said those words and then left the training camp.

"Yes, a head-on confrontation. That guy is back, so I can't afford to lose a single match before I face him head-on."

Upon hearing Yukimura's words, Fuwa Tetsu Jin felt they were somewhat naive.

With the idea of ending the game quickly, Fuwa Tetsu Jin hits his serve.

"Unfortunately, I'm not the kind of person who would go for a head-on confrontation."

Yukimura moved quickly, returned the ball to the baseline corner of Fuwa Tetsu Jin's court, and then immediately went to the net.

After Fuwa Tetsu Jin returned the ball, Yukimura Net Cord Shot with a backhand.

However, he still Fuwa Tetsu Jin's strength. The moment the tennis ball touched the net, Fuwa Tetsu Jin was already prepared to retaliate.

Before Yukimura could react, he hit a volley.

Bang!

"Is this what you mean by not losing a single game? It doesn't seem like that at all."

Did you know that middle school students accumulate experience from failures?

When such experiences accumulate in one's mind, they can turn into a fear that will unconsciously be recalled when one retaliates.

Well then, if you want to admit defeat, you'd better do it now.

Or rather, you want me to give you another chance.

Fuwa Tetsu Jin was extremely arrogant, and Yukimura responded to this.

"How long do you intend to put on this farce? Why don't you take off that blindfold?"

"Hmph, you fool, we've already given you a break, and you're still so reckless."

Since you want to lose even more miserably, then I'll grant your wish.

Upon hearing Yukimura's lack of appreciation, Fuwa Tetsu Jin angrily ripped off the blindfold covering his eyes.

"What!?"

The moment he ripped off his headscarf and opened his eyes, Fuwa Tetsu Jin suddenly found his vision growing darker and darker until he could see nothing at all.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, Yukimura's return shot arrived.

The sudden turn of events caught Fuwa Tetsu Jin guard, allowing Yukimura to score a point.

"Since you want to abandon your vision to compete with me, then I'll also strip away all the other senses without hesitation."

"So your tennis game can deprive you of your five senses? You sound so smug."

Hearing the pride in Yukimura's words, Fuwa Tetsu Jin regained his composure after a brief moment of surprise.

At this moment, Yukimura's expression suddenly changed when he saw Fuwa Tetsu Jin's eyes. It looked as if something was spinning around the pupils of Fuwa Tetsu Jin's eyes.

Yukimura's once bright eyes gradually lost focus, and eventually his vision disappeared.

"My eyes can reflect all attacks and ultimately return them to my opponent; that's my Mirror Eye."

Yukimura's sight has completely disappeared; he can only hear the voice of Fuwa Tetsu Jin.

Even when returning the ball, he could only pinpoint the location by sound. In this situation, Yukimura was like a puppet, manipulated at will by Fuwa Tetsu Jin.

Despite this, Yukimura persisted for several rounds. During one return, he didn't hear the ball, but his racket felt the ball hitting him.

"Has your hearing disappeared too!?"

Yukimura's face turned visibly panicked when he realized the problem, but soon, in the second round, he even lost his sense of touch.

"The feeling of hitting the ball... it's all gone..."

After the initial shock, Yukimura became unsteady and staggered.

"All your moves were reflected back at you by my Mirror Eye. Anyone would be greatly affected if they were defeated by their own moves."

But this is the price you have to pay for challenging me. Accept defeat, junior high student.

Looking at Yukimura kneeling on the ground, having lost his sense of touch, Fuwa Tetsu Jin showed no pity.

Seeing that Yukimura could no longer maintain his kneeling posture, Fuwa Tetsu Jin turned and walked towards the finish line.

With each step Fuwa Tetsu Jin took, Yukimura's body finally collapsed to the ground.

"What you call a mirror image is nothing more than an illusion created in your own mind."

Just enjoy the rest of the dream; it's all on your own.

Looking at the Fuwa Tetsu Jin, whose eyes had rolled back, Yukimura removed his number 11 badge, glanced at him briefly, and then turned and left the court.

It turns out that everything just now was Fuwa Tetsu Jin's own fantasy. Before the match even started, before Fuwa Tetsu Jin had blindfolded himself with his headband, Yukimura had already used his new mental technique on Fuwa Tetsu Jin: Dream.

After his battle with Horio in the National Tournament finals, Yukimura was inspired by Horio's Butterfly Dream and created his own Dream, a technique similar to Butterfly Dream.

"Niou, it's said that twins are born with the ability to know what the other is thinking. You should know what to do next, right?"

"Oh? Now that you mention it, I do have some ideas. Let's just do it without thinking too much about the consequences."

Inside the practice court, the combination of Oishi and Niou was being completely overwhelmed by the Mutsu Brothers on the opposing side.

At that moment, Oishi suddenly noticed something and immediately signaled to Niou.

Niou, Niou had previously created a phantom of Kikumaru, immediately understood Oishi's meaning, and the phantom was activated again.

"What!?"

The Mutsu Brothers looked terrified when they saw the person Niou had conjured up.

Because a third Mutsu Brothers had appeared before them.