Tennis: One look can subdue me, one sword can break the clothes of heaven!

On the sidelines of the court, Marui looked surprised and exclaimed:

"Amazing... He actually used such a skill to fight back that move..."

You know, this move was the one that made Yanagi Renji vomit blood!

Even that perverted guy Yanagi Renji lost to this goal!

But now, Yukimura cracked it in one encounter!

"It looks like Yukimura-san is well prepared!"

At the side, Yanagi Renji, who was wrapped in a pair of bandages, was also watching the fight.

He was extremely unwilling to lose to Minister Yamada before, but that serve really scared him!

Now that Yukimura has cracked it, he can't help but feel amazed!

Yanagi Renji asked himself that if it were him, it would be impossible for him to have such superb skills as Yukimura!

It's not like someone has ever thought of catching the ball with the bottom of the racket, but actually using it in a game is another matter.

On the one hand, the feeling of hitting the bottom of the racket is different from that of the net. If you use it rashly and are not used to it, you will hit the ball off position. On the other hand, you also have to judge when to use it, which requires a certain degree of eyesight and judgment!

Only people with superb skills can master this technique accurately!

Marui nodded, and admired Yukimura's skills in his heart, but suddenly, the figure of Oreki Yu appeared in his mind, and he immediately became curious.

“It’s just… I don’t know who is stronger, him or Oreki-san?”

Upon hearing this, Yanagi Renji fell silent for a moment.

These two people both advanced with complete victory, and it is unclear where the limit of each other's strength is. It seems hard to judge now...

.......

While he was thinking, Yukimura took the initiative again on the court.

He suppressed his opponent throughout the game with his almost flawless tennis skills. His every move seemed to have some kind of foresight, as if he could predict the path of his opponent's ball and come up with a strategy to deal with it before then!

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that in terms of basketball IQ, skills and even scheming, Yukimura is more than one level ahead of Yamada!

"Awesome! Is this Yukimura Seiichi's tennis ball?"

“Absolutely perfect!”

"It's hard to execute. How can a junior high school student reach such a level?"

"His skills are beyond his age, right?"

There was constant applause from the audience.

On the other hand, Shinichi Yamada felt aggrieved.

In the past, he could at least score 3-4 points with his famous skills! But now his best skill has been cracked, so he can only choose to use other skills to attack. However, even if he doesn't want to admit it, he has to accept the reality that this freshman is much better than him in other skills!

If he continues fighting like this, he will definitely lose!

Lost to a first grader?

No! He can't accept it!

If this continues, he will be disgraced and become a clown laughed at by everyone!

"asshole!!"

........

boom!

"Game! Yukimura Seiichi! The score is 4:0!"

With another bottom-hit serve, Yukimura easily returned Yamada's powerful skill and scored a return goal!

Soon, exclamations were heard from the audience.

"That's amazing! Just as I expected before the game, Yukimura-kun has the advantage!"

"I didn't expect that even the head of the tennis club couldn't be his match!"

"Isn't he too strong? No wonder he is called the Son of God!"

Words like these are heard endlessly in the stadium.

To Yamada, these words were like a knife stabbing into his chest, making him so angry that his eyes turned red.

At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a stone at his feet, as if he had thought of something. The fierceness in his eyes became more and more intense, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

"You have brought this upon yourself! How dare you mess with me... You bastard!"

He cursed in his heart, but remained calm on the surface.

At the same time, after the serve was exchanged, Yukimura's serve also arrived.

And at this time.

Yamada placed the stone on the net with a movement that no one else could notice, and then he swung it hard at the incoming ball!

boom!

The ball was pulled back.

On the other side, Yukimura received the ball normally. Just as he was swinging his racket to hit the tennis ball with precision, a black object suddenly appeared behind the tennis ball. As the action had already been made, he had no time to react...

"Yukimura!"

"Yukimura-kun!"

Faintly, Yukimura heard the exclamations of Marui and Yanagi Renji.

But due to the severe pain, his voice became unclear and he soon passed out.

In a coma, he seemed to see a young man smiling at him and saying to him: "Yukimura, I've been waiting for you for a long time, come to the game."

But the image only lasted for a moment, and then gradually became blurred.

Instead, he waited until someone called him...

"Yukimura-san!"

"Yukimura-kun!"

Yukimura opened his eyes dazedly, and then saw Marui and Yanagi Renji looking at him with worried expressions.

He himself was lying on a bench on the sidelines without knowing when.

"Yukimura-san, you're awake! That's great!"

"I...how long have I been unconscious?"

"It's only been less than 5 minutes. Damn it! How dare that guy use such a dirty trick! Are you okay? If not, let's just give up the game!"

"I'm fine..."

Yukimura struggled to sit up.

At this time, the referee's eyes also looked over.

"Yukimura-kun, can you still continue the competition? If you give up now, Shinichi Yamada will advance directly."

As he spoke, a sinister smile flashed across the referee's lips.

Seeing this smile, how could Yukimura not understand?

He couldn't help but clench his fists.

"Yukimura-kun, the referee is also from Yamada's side. He insisted that it was an accident and not a foul. How despicable..."

A rare look of anger appeared on Yanagi Renji's face.

If they couldn't beat the other person, he and Marui would have rushed up and beat the other person up!

Yukimura nodded and glanced at Yamada who was waiting on the court. He was looking at him with a sinister smile on his face.

Yukimura didn't say anything, but just checked the wound on his forehead.

The wound has been treated simply. Although it hurts a lot, I am not so dizzy anymore. Fortunately, the object that hit him was not big, otherwise it would be dangerous...

He naturally knew that, from a safe perspective, retreating here was a wise choice, and with Oreki Yuu behind him, with his strength, he also had a great chance of defeating his opponent.

But...if that's the case, wouldn't that allow the perpetrator to succeed?

Since he started this revolution, he must end it!

"I won't let you succeed..."

Marui was startled and said hurriedly:

"Yukimura, you're already so injured... do you still want to go?"

"...I can't retreat here."

Marui saw the determination in Yukimura's eyes. He hesitated for a while and asked the medical staff beside him:

"Doctor, can he still play?"

The doctor shook his head and said:

"It's better not to. Although it looks like there's no damage to the brain, who can tell if there's any head injury? It's best to go to the hospital for observation immediately!"

"Not just for a while?"

Perhaps seeing the persistence and tenacity in the eyes of the two young men, the doctor hesitated for a moment and sighed:

"Five minutes, you can only keep fighting for five minutes. If you can't do it, just admit defeat..."

"how come......"

Marui looked extremely unhappy.

What can you do in 5 minutes? I'm afraid you can't even finish a game.

What's the point of this?

But who would have thought that at this moment, a relieved chuckle could be heard from the side.

"Five minutes? That's enough."

"What...are you sure? It's only 5 minutes!"

Marui was visibly stunned.

Yukimura smiled and said:

"More than enough."

.......

on the field.

Looking at Yukimura walking onto the court while covering his wound, Yamada couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Don't you dare to mess with me!

Are you suffering now?

Regret?

There's no use regretting! Hahahaha~

"You're just a first-year student, do you really think you can become a department head?"

Yamada taunted.

But Yukimura seemed unmoved when he heard this, and just said calmly:

"Minister Yamada, you are willing to use this method to deal with me, but are you afraid that I will defeat you?"

As if what he was thinking hit the nail on the head, the smile on Yamada's face suddenly froze.

"What? I'm afraid of you? I think you're stupid!"

Yukimura raised his hand and pulled the hairband on his forehead, straightening it. The tenacity in his brown eyes never wavered. He smiled and said:

"I'm sorry, Senior Yamada, I have never known what giving up is.

so......

Today, I can only let your fear run wild to the end!"