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

A loud "bang" sounded like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, announcing another decisive moment of the game.

The referee's voice then rang out, "Game Hyotei Atobe, 5-0."

These words echoed in the empty tennis court, forming a sharp contrast with the fierce atmosphere of the previous game. At this moment, the venue was surprisingly quiet, as if even the air was frozen. It was hard to believe that this was the fierce battlefield of the national competition.

In the audience, discussions arose one after another, but all of them were filled with disbelief.

"Hey, hey, hey, is this really the national quarterfinals? Why is the gap in strength between the two sides so huge?"

One spectator shook his head in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock at the situation on the field.

"That's right, this international student contestant. I thought it would be a close match, but I didn't expect..."

Another audience member's words were full of regret, mixed with doubts about Galaga's fighting ability.

"Is this the true strength of Atobe Keigo, the emperor of Hyotei Academy?"

Such voices were whispered among the crowd, with a bit of awe and a bit of admiration.

Keigo Atobe, the one who is like a king descending on the field, reveals elegance and strength in every movement, as if the land under his feet is the stage set up for him.

Galaga stood at the other end of the tennis court, sweat sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground, making a slight sound.

He didn't understand all the neon language, but the mocking and questioning looks, as well as the whispers in the audience, were like sharp blades, cutting his self-esteem and confidence one by one.

He was supposed to be an international student who came here with the ambition to beat all the junior high school students in Japan, but he never thought that he would suffer such a crushing defeat in this nationally watched competition.

At this moment, Galaga's heart was filled with frustration and despair.

He closed his eyes, trying to pull himself away from the brink of collapse, but those voices and those eyes, like a nightmare, tightly wrapped around him, making it impossible for him to breathe.

He knew that he had to face this cruel reality, but deep down in his heart, there was still a trace of unwillingness and struggle.

Atobe Keigo's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he instantly captured the subtle fluctuations in his opponent's state - it was a subtle emotion of tension and uneasiness.

However, this observation did not cause Atobe to waver or hesitate in the slightest.

In the national competition, every second of waiting may become an opportunity for the opponent to counterattack.

Therefore, instead of slowing down his pace, he raised the tennis racket in his hand more firmly and prepared for the game.

In this game, Atobe never played the "Tannhaiser serve". In Atobe's mind, there was no need for it at all.

In his opinion, his opponent, whether in terms of skills, mentality or fighting spirit, has not yet reached the level that can force him to use his full strength.

This kind of self-confidence, which is almost arrogant, is the unique charm of Keigo Atobe.

So, he swung lightly, and a seemingly ordinary serve cut through the air, carrying a barely perceptible chill, and flew towards his opponent.

However, even such an ordinary serve is enough to make the opponent feel unprecedented pressure.

The ball was so fast and landed so precisely that the opponent was unable to respond effectively in such a hurry.

The score dropped as fast as running water, and in the blink of an eye it reached the match point of "40-0".

At this moment, the entire stadium seemed to hold its breath, and everyone's eyes were focused on Keigo Atobe.

They knew that the emperor was about to put a perfect end to the game in his own way.

At this moment, Atobe was standing in the center of the stadium, his eyes as sharp as torches, penetrating the crowd and accurately capturing the familiar figure in the audience - Tezuka Kunimitsu, the pillar of Seigaku and the opponent he always wanted to surpass in his heart.

A playful and complex smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Turning to face the Galaga player who was about to compete with him, a change of heart quietly took place in Atobe's heart.

The originally planned scenario seemed less important at this moment.

He took a deep breath, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, as if he had made some important decision in his heart.

"Sorry, Galaga, I have a new way to play this game."

Atobe whispered to himself, his voice was soft but revealed an unquestionable power.

(Human eye X-ray, activated!)

He slowly raised his racket, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, as if he could see through all illusions.

As a tennis ball cut through the air and rushed towards him, Atobe did not rush to swing his racket to meet it. Instead, he looked at it quietly in an almost leisurely posture, and at the same time, he looked at Galaga with his eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

At this moment, all of Galaga's movements, habits, and even every subtle change in his body could not escape his observation.

“The human body is the most honest language in the world.”

Atobe muttered to himself, a glint of insight flashing in his eyes, "And you, Galaga, every move you make reveals too many of your blind spots."

Before he finished speaking, Atobe swung his racket violently, his movements smooth and graceful.

Under his control, the tennis ball turned into a bolt of lightning that streaked across the sky, heading straight for Galaga's blind spot at an incredible speed and angle.

Galaga's eyes widened in shock. He tried to adjust his posture and fight back, but somehow his body seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and he couldn't move.

He could only watch helplessly as the tennis ball, like the sentence of death, passed through all his defenses and landed steadily within the court.

"Game Hyotei Atobe, 6-0."

"The game is over, Hyotei Academy wins."

At this moment, the whole audience was in an uproar, and all eyes were focused on Atobe, while Galaga stood there in disbelief.

"Is this the power possessed by Hyotei's king, Atobe Keigo?" someone exclaimed in a low voice.

Tezuka still has that unchanging icy poker face.

But deep down, he was really happy for Atobe, because Atobe had evolved to the point where he could compete with him.

……

Of course, all this has nothing to do with Tianyu. At this moment, he is warming up with Riyoshi, and the next game is between him and Riyoshi.

He looked at Hiyoshi who was warming up and suddenly said, "Hiyoshi, what should we do if we are in a desperate situation in the next game?"

Without a second thought, Hiyoshi replied, "Of course, I'll use my absolute strength to break it! Besides, if the sky falls, you'll hold it up, Tianyu-senpai."

Tianyu didn't spoil his fun, but just sighed slowly and said to himself slowly, "It seems that what Atobe asked me to do is very necessary."