Tennis: I have inherited the king's legacy and I am invincible

In Irie Kanata's complex and intertwined gaze, there was confusion and astonishment about Atobe's behavior.

Atobe's laughter was as fierce and short as a summer rainstorm at first, but it left an indescribable gloom in the air.

His laughter gradually subsided, and a playful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, taking in all of Irie Kanata's emotions.

He slowly turned around, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, staring straight at Irie Kanata. The contempt and disdain in his eyes were like a king looking down at the ants at his feet, with an unquestionable authority and coldness.

There was a tense and weird atmosphere in the air, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

"I'll let you," Atobe's voice was low, and every word was like a hammer hitting Irie Kanata's heart, "become the first failed victim of this kingdom."

There was a storm in Irie Kanata's heart. He widened his eyes in disbelief, as if he was truly recognizing the person in front of him for the first time.

When you are completely suppressed by your opponent and the situation is already clear, how dare you be so provocative?

In Irie Kanata's view, such an action was undoubtedly absurd and even ridiculous.

But it was this absurdity and ridiculousness that aroused the anger deep in Irie Kanata's heart.

He clenched his teeth, a terrifying light flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to use all his strength to crush Atobe's pride.

Tianyu: If I hadn't seen the slightest smile on your lips just now, I might have actually believed it. You still need to practice your acting skills, Irie-senpai.

He no longer paid attention to Atobe's provocation and ridicule, but took a deep breath, gathered all his emotions and strength into one point, and then swung his racket violently.

A powerful serve filled with anger whizzed out like a cannonball, cutting through the sky and heading straight for Atobe.

Atobe Keigo stood on the tennis court, facing Irie Kanata. There was no panic in his eyes, but instead an indescribable calmness.

The sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds and shone onto his iconic silver hair, adding a touch of arrogance to him.

He stared at Irie coldly, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, making Irie feel a chill involuntarily.

Seeing this, Irie raised a mocking smile, trying to break the depressing atmosphere.

"Atobe, you're not still planning to use the 'Ice World' against me, are you? That move has no effect on me now."

There was a hint of provocation in his voice.

However, Atobe just smiled lightly, and that smile was full of confidence and disdain.

"Look carefully to see if my tricks are effective. 'Ice World' is just one of my many weapons."

"Now, I will use this move to take back everything I have lost!"

His tone was firm and powerful, and every word hit Irie's heart like a hammer.

After saying this, Atobe's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, as if they could see through all disguises and illusions.

He stared at Irie closely, as if he could see through everything about him.

Irie felt as if he was restrained by an invisible force, and every cell in his body was trembling.

From Atobe's perspective, it was too clear, too clear, Irie Kanata's blind spot.

Even if he could hide it very well, his body would not lie, and now he could see Irie's entire skeleton clearly.

Too many! There are so many blind spots!

Immediately afterwards, Atobe casually swung the tennis racket in his hand, and a seemingly ordinary return ball flew towards Irie in an instant.

However, this ordinary tennis ball left Irie with no time to react.

He was about to swing his racket to fight back, but was surprised to find that his body could not move!

It was an unprecedented feeling of fear and powerlessness, forcing him to watch helplessly as the tennis ball drew a perfect arc in the air and then landed steadily in his own half of the court.

This point was undoubtedly won by Atobe.

He raised his head proudly, looked at Irie Kanata with a sharp gaze, and slowly said, "Welcome to my kingdom—the Atobe Kingdom! Here, I am the strongest!"

……

"boom!"

"Game Atobe, 7-5, Atobe wins this game."

On the spacious tennis court, Irie Kanata's face no longer had the calmness and composure it had before, replaced by an indescribable complex mix of emotions.

Sweat slid down his tense cheeks, dripped onto the dry ground, and was instantly absorbed, as if even the earth was silently witnessing this fierce contest.

The racket that he held tightly in his right hand seemed to have lost all its strength at this moment, and it slid down powerlessly, making a crisp sound that echoed in the empty field, adding a bit of loss and unwillingness.

His right hand was shaking so much due to the long-term high-intensity competition and tension that he could hardly lift the racket. Obviously, he had reached his limit.

He stared blankly at Atobe in front of him.

Irie Kanata took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the frustration in his heart.

He slowly bent down and picked up the racket on the ground with trembling hands.

With heavy steps, he walked towards the net step by step and stood face to face with his opponent Atobe Keigo.

The two people's eyes met in the air, silently conveying their respect and recognition for each other.

Irie Kanata smiled slightly, a smile that showed his calm acceptance of failure.

"I'm really defeated by you, Atobe-kun." Although his voice was weak, it was full of sincerity and admiration.

And Atobe Keigo still maintained his signature arrogant attitude, with a faint smile on his lips, as if everything was under his control.

"It's your honor to lose to me."

Irie Kanata smiled again, and that smile contained so many emotions and stories.

He nodded slightly, then turned and left, leaving Atobe with a determined and lonely back.

Tianyu couldn't stand it anymore, why are you pretending?

Then he pulled out a tennis ball from his pocket and hit Irie Kanata hard on the back of the head.

Irie Kanata naturally felt it, and then he quickly turned around, gripped the racket tightly in his right hand, and hit the tennis ball back in an instant.

"boom!"

In an instant, dust was flying.

Atobe couldn't help but stare at Irie Kanata solemnly. He didn't look like he was at his limit at all. He was clearly in very good condition.

The ball just now was more powerful than the previous ones.

No matter how stupid Atobe was, he realized that he had been deceived by the guy in front of him.

Tianyu saw this and spoke slowly.

"Senior Irie, you can fool this guy Atobe, but you can't fool me."

Irie Kanata smiled calmly and said, "Ah la la, I still can't fool you, Tianyu-kun."

“But I was really serious about playing just now.”

Tianyu was completely speechless!

"Irie-senpai, your acting is really poor. If I'm not mistaken, you're left-handed, right? If you keep pretending, I wouldn't mind fighting you."

Kanata Irie's face became visibly darker. He hated it most when people said his acting skills were bad.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.