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

Just when Tianyu was about to continue "playing" with Malang, the voice of the system suddenly came into his mind.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for triggering the mission: Defeat Ma Lang Zhaoying's Dao Heart. Ma Lang Zhaoying is a bit arrogant now, please give him a knock. If you can finish the battle within ten minutes without using any skills, you will be rewarded with 2 random hero inheritances. If you can finish the battle within twenty minutes without using any skills, you will be rewarded with 1 random hero inheritance."

Uh, uh, you can’t blame him for this. Even the system can’t stand it.

Well, he took the job "reluctantly".

He stood there quietly, with a barely perceptible cunning in his eyes.

Looking at the series of "headache" illusions created by Ma Lang, he couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and revealed a smile, as if everything in front of him was under his control.

Then he slowly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers elegantly in the air.

That sound echoed in the air for a long time.

With the sound of the snap of his fingers, the phantoms of the little wolves that had been entangled around his feet like poisonous snakes seemed to have suffered a fatal blow. They "shattered" in an instant, turning into countless glittering fragments that floated in the air.

The wolf king who was standing right in front of him, biting him with his fangs and claws, seemed to be hit by some mysterious force at this moment, and suddenly let out a shrill howl, which made people shudder.

Afterwards, the wolf king's body began to gradually become illusory, turning into red starlight, and slowly dissipated in the air like a meteor.

Tianyu easily returned this seemingly difficult goal with a relaxed attitude.

His face was full of amusement, and his eyes were fixed on Ma Lang, wanting to see how this stubborn guy would respond next.

But to his disappointment, Ma Lang didn't change at all and still used the same move.

He thought to himself: Doesn't this guy know how to give up?

He clearly knew that this trick had no effect on him, but he still stubbornly insisted on using it. He was really stubborn.

"That's enough, Ma Lang! I'm tired of your childish tricks! If this is all you're capable of, then just accept defeat!"

Immediately afterwards, Tianyu's originally calm and restrained aura suddenly underwent a drastic change.

The momentum instantly pressed towards the opponent.

Ma Lang's nerves were like extremely stretched strings, becoming even tighter in an instant. He clearly felt the chilling sense of oppression emanating from the seemingly calm Tianyu opposite him.

The oppressive feeling weighed heavily on his heart like a towering mountain, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

At this moment, Tianyu was like a beast ready to pounce. Suddenly, without any warning, he exerted all his strength and swung the racket.

Ma Lang was completely unable to react for a moment. Before his brain could make any response instructions, his body instinctively wanted to catch the ball.

Relying on his innate explosive power, he finally managed to catch the ball.

However, the moment he saw the tennis ball about to hit his racket, he felt a strong sense of unease.

Not daring to be careless at all, he immediately gripped the racket with both hands, ready to meet this sudden attack.

But the next moment, his face turned pale, as if he had been tortured.

The tennis ball hit his racket with amazing speed and force.

In just one encounter, the sturdy racket in his hand was like a fragile piece of paper, and was directly hit away by the huge force, falling far away to the ground with a dull sound.

Because of the sudden impact, he involuntarily took a few steps back, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

He widened his eyes in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief and deep fear. He had never imagined that Tianyu would possess such terrifying strength.

At this moment, he finally understood that the gap between him and Tianyu was as huge as the difference between heaven and earth, and he was destined to accept the fate of this miserable defeat.

But he will not surrender. Who is he?

He is Ma Lang Zhaoying!

He is the undisputed protagonist of this whole world!

Even when he was about to face failure, he resolutely chose to stand and be defeated. His indomitable spirit was like a towering mountain, standing tall and unyielding.

In less than five minutes, the originally fiercely contested game quickly came to an end under Tianyu's fierce attack with all his strength.

As for Ma Lang, he slowly knelt on the ground with lifeless eyes. His lonely figure seemed to carry endless loss and helplessness.

Who could truly understand how he spent these short five minutes?

During this short period of time, except for occasionally serving a few balls, he almost never touched the agile tennis ball again.

Even if he was lucky enough to touch it occasionally, the fragile racket would be hit away as if it had encountered a violent storm, as if telling of his powerlessness and struggle at the moment.

His heart may be bleeding, and the once familiar stadium has now become a sad place for him, but he still sticks to his dignity and does not give up.

Tianyu always had a faint smile on his face. He slowly stretched out his hand and steadily pulled up Malang Zhaoying, who was still kneeling on the ground in a daze.

The movement was gentle yet powerful, as if carrying an invisible comfort, which gradually calmed Ma Lang Zhaoying's originally panicked heart.

"You still have a long way to go, Malang."

Tianyu's voice was still gentle, like a clear spring flowing in Malang's ears, making him raise his head involuntarily and look at Tianyu.

Ma Lang's eyes flashed with reluctance and stubbornness. He stared at Tian Yu intently and said unconvincedly, "Give me a year, and I will defeat you myself! I will never lose to you again, never!"

Tianyu just smiled slightly, and that smile seemed to contain endless profound meaning, but he didn't say much.

He knew that it was a good thing that Ma Lang had such determination and fighting spirit, which made him more confident in placing his hopes of Bingdi's consecutive dominance on Ma Lang.

He believed that in the days to come, Ma Lang would go through countless hardships and tests, but as long as he had that firm belief in his heart, he would be able to grow into a strong man who could compete with himself.

Of course, this is just talk. It is probably impossible unless he is cheating.

Seeing Malang staring at his No. 1 badge, Tianyu smiled and patted Malang's head.

"Little guy, I'll give this to you when you defeat me."

After hearing this, Ma Lang instantly wilted. What's the difference between this and not giving it to him?

After taking Malang off the field, Tianyu turned his gaze to Jibe standing beside him.

At this moment, the golden sunlight fell on Atobe like a soft veil, as if covering him with a layer of dazzling light.

The breeze gently blew through his hair, bringing a touch of freshness and comfort.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a satisfied smile on his lips, and basked in the warmth, enjoying this incredibly beautiful moment.

He enjoys being a winner of the national competition and passing on the belief.

He casually threw the two coats in his hands high into the air. One of them naturally belonged to him, and the other one was handed to him by Tianyu not long ago.

"Tianyu, from now on, just open your eyes and enjoy the sight of me, my heroic figure!"

Atobe shouted loudly, his voice revealing undisguised confidence and arrogance.

Tianyu, who was standing not far away, saw this scene and couldn't help but shook his head helplessly. Then he turned to Ma Lang beside him and smiled bitterly: "Oh my, I really can't stand it. Our arrogant minister always loves to show off like this."

Despite his complaints, his eyes were involuntarily drawn to the radiant figure on the court.

This is why they chose to follow Atobe!

However, at the same time, Tianyu's gaze quietly turned to Akashi on the other side.

He wondered in his heart, now facing such a powerful and confident Atobe, what kind of strength could Akashi show?

After all, for the Ice Emperor team, it is obviously far from enough to rely solely on the leader's powerful momentum to suppress his subordinates.

His strength must also keep up, otherwise, why would he ask the people of Bingdi to follow him.