Prince of Tennis: Advent of Hyotei!

Before Kintaro could retract his attacking stance, there was an explosion behind him.

"Huh, huh..."

Kintaro breathed heavily.

This feeling of fatigue slowed down his movements.

However, I enjoy it more and more spiritually.

"How much strength do you have left, kid?"

Seeing that Kintaro seemed to be mobilized quickly again, I couldn't help but admire him.

Although the gap in strength is so obvious, it seems that Kintaro has no intention of retreating at all.

“Even though I’m tired, I won’t give up.”

"I want... an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

The blood in the body seemed to flow faster at this moment, activating Kintaro once again.

"Then give it a try!"

At this moment, Gui recognized this game.

From his initial disdain, he was now even somewhat glad that the coach allowed this competition.

At this time, Ye Shifeng returned to Court No. 1.

"Oh, the competition is going on hotly?"

Looking at Longma who has broken through himself and entered a seamless state on the field, Ye Shifeng began to watch the game with great interest.

"Yamuro-san, it's time for our competition to begin, right?" Irie reminded.

"Let's go, where are we going?"

Having said that, Ye Shifeng turned and walked up the stairs.

Because the home field of venue No. 1 was being used by Tokugawa and Ryoma, the game had to be played at other venues.

"Eh? Wait for me!"

"Let's go to venue number three!"

Irie was even a little unable to come back to his senses.

I thought there would be some more fuss, but Ye Shifeng just agreed so readily.

This made some of his prepared remarks instantly useless, and he felt a little aggrieved.

Soon, we arrived at venue number three.

Because no one is using it now and everyone is doing physical training outside, there is no need to worry about this game being seen by outsiders.

And this is also the position where Irie was assigned, it is his home court.

"Okay, let's get started."

Ye Shifeng carried the racket and stood at the baseline.

For a moment, Irie felt like he was the junior and was challenging his seniors.

He was about to say something, but quickly gave up the idea.

"I hope your ball skills can support your arrogance, Ye Shifeng."

Muttering to himself, Irie pulled a ball out of his pocket and quickly walked to the other end of the baseline.

Ta da, da da...

"Let's try your level first."

"Ah!"

A serve that is hit to the outside corner with some sideways spin.

The larger outside-angle shot, designed to bounce after landing, tests the insight and movement reaction when receiving the serve.

"Can you not be so boring right from the start?"

"It would be better if you could wake up a little."

Almost in an instant, Ye Shifeng had arrived in front of the ball path, and his eyes lit up when he looked at the incoming ball.

The power of the swing was like a gust of wind, injecting enormous power into the tennis ball.

"boom--"

"Hissssss~"

The originally flat lawn suffered a devastating blow.

In the stands at the back, the tennis ball was deeply embedded in it, and the high-speed rotation and friction produced smoke.

The wind created by the ball just passing by completely messed up Irie's curly hair, which now looked as messy as a bird's nest.

And Irie's eyes were dull, as if he was in a dream and it was unreal.

"are you asleep?"

"Go ahead and serve."

Ye Shifeng gave a reminder.

At this moment, the two coaches who were watching this scene in the monitoring room couldn't help but frown.

The screen clearly showed the effective speed of the ball that Ye Shifeng had just hit.

"260KM/H, this is just a random attack from him, right?"

Kurobe wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"The power in the five-dimensional data is at least 7 points. No...it may even be higher. It is impossible to predict."

Saito shook his head and said in disbelief.

"The speed of his footsteps at that moment was at least 7 points, which is world-class."

"Two of them are already the highest standards, so what about the remaining endurance, mental strength, and skills?"

Kurobe became more and more curious and expectant.

At this time, even the mixed training coach Ryuji Tsuge, who liked to work out quietly on the side, couldn't help but come forward.

Watching the surveillance video, Ye Shifeng saw the ball being hit with such ease again and again, but it kept destroying the court and unleashing terrifying power.

They were all dumbfounded.

"Are you really a junior high school student?"

Irie, whose racket was hit away again and again, picked it up again from a distance in a panic.

I have begun to seriously doubt that Ye Shifeng in front of me is not a junior high school student at all!

He had never seen a junior high school student with such strength before!

"Your speed is okay, but your strength is rubbish."

"You can't even handle one tenth of my strength."

"You're trying to deceive me with your acting skills, and use this to launch an unexpected attack?"

Ye Shifeng didn't give any face at all and bluntly pointed out Irie's biggest flaw.

"Whose acting are you nitpicking about, bro?"

Irie's mouth corners drooped, his eyes were fierce, and he looked dissatisfied.

"are you angry?"

"But even if you try your best, you can't catch up with my ball."

Ye Shifeng's words were full of sarcasm.

Although I don't want to admit it, what this guy said is true...

Every ball he scores makes me feel like I am facing an opponent who is like a phoenix.

That kind of effortless banter makes people lose their temper completely.

Irie was thinking with a very frustrated heart.

In the past, he could easily read people's minds and control the opponent's rhythm to win the game.

But now this trick has completely failed, and he is really about to be driven mad by Ye Shifeng.

"It's very hot. It's not good to be too anxious."

"How about, in the remaining two games, I will only use skills to play with you?"

Looking at Irie on the opposite side, who was about to explode mentally, Ye Shifeng was not in a hurry to end the game.

But when he heard this, Irie's facial muscles twitched slightly.

Humiliation, this is naked humiliation! Who are you looking down on?

But soon, Irie chose to continue.

"Okay, let's wait and see!"

Even though he was very angry, Irie also wanted to know, besides his destructive power and incredible speed, what other technical accomplishments did Ye Shifeng have?

And he was also looking forward to the scene of himself turning defeat into victory in this regard.

"Interesting, I'll hit you more gently then."

"Let's serve."

"You don't have to urge me, of course I know!"

Irie took a deep breath and sent the ball out.

"Well, try to catch the ball."

As he spoke, Ye Shifeng had already taken his stance, and swung his sword downwards quickly as if drawing it from its sheath.

The sword flashed, quick and brief.

"Sa——"

The tennis ball that was originally sprinting forward seemed to have hit a soft wall made of sponge, and all its potential energy was removed.

In turn, it injected new strength.

Take an incredibly straight route, cross the net, and then accelerate forward.

"boom--"

"Hiss~ Gulu~"

After landing on the baseline, the strong backspin is fully reflected.

It didn't bounce at all, but rolled back.

"how is this possible?"

With such a strong downward cutting force, not only did it not fall directly into the net, but it was also pushed forward to the baseline. How precise must the swing angle and timing of the ball be to control it?

This technique is mostly used to hit short balls.

It is said that there is a boy in junior high school who is very popular and is good at this skill.

But how did Ye Shifeng manage to extend the route of the short slice so far and control it so precisely?

Irie, who was waiting behind the baseline, maintained his composure, but his heart was already in turmoil.

"Can you fall asleep while standing?"

Ye Shifeng's urging voice came again.

And then, whether it is a short ball, a high ball, a volley in front of the net, or a diagonal attack in the backcourt.

Despite attacks from multiple directions and routes, Irie was unable to receive any of them.

Even every ball fell at Irie's feet, leaving him helpless.

It wasn't until the end of the game that Irie realized that this was just a joke!

This guy is my nightmare.

"goodbye……"

Irie was nearly going crazy, but he managed to hold it in, smiled politely, and then turned and left.