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

When Longma hurried to the tennis court, the scene before him instantly attracted his full attention.

In the center of the venue, two forces were facing each other like a volcano about to erupt, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

The four members of Hyotei Academy, with their usual arrogance and self-confidence, formed a sharp contrast with the members of the Seigaku Tennis Club.

The eyes of both sides were full of provocation, as if any spark could instantly ignite the conflict.

"Hmph, it seems that the people of Seigaku are nothing but a bunch of rabble. If you want to challenge us Hyotei, then come one by one. Don't make me wait too long and waste my time." Akutsu's voice was low and threatening, his face still wearing that chilling and ferocious expression, as if he was ready to tear his opponent into pieces at any time.

"What did you say! You want to fight? We at Seigaku are not afraid of you!" Upon hearing this, the supporting character Arai couldn't hold back his inner anger and retorted loudly, his voice full of disdain and anger towards Akutsu's provocation.

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Just as the argument between the two sides became more intense and the atmosphere became so tense that it almost froze, a tennis ball suddenly came like an arrow, piercing through the air and heading straight for Akutsu's face.

This sudden change shocked everyone, but Akutsu's reaction was extremely quick. He slightly turned his body, stretched out his right hand like lightning, and steadily caught the oncoming tennis ball.

"Oh? You didn't hit it? What a pity." Long Ma's voice sounded in everyone's ears. He held the racket in his hand with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the precise shot just now was just a casual one.

His eyes revealed a calmness and confidence beyond his age, as if everything was under his control.

"Are you looking for death, kid?" Akutsu's voice was like the biting cold wind in winter, and every word was wrapped in a chill that could not be ignored. His eyes were like sharp blades, piercing straight at Ryoma. The anger and threats intertwined together made the whole air solidify a little.

Ryoma stood there, his expression unchanged, except for a hint of provocation at the corner of his mouth. He was not afraid of Akutsu.

The classmates around him cast complicated glances at him. Some were worried, some were excited, and more were curious about the upcoming showdown.

However, just as the tense atmosphere was about to reach its climax and Akutsu was about to take that decisive step and prepare to rush towards Ryoma, Oshitari quickly and decisively reached out and grabbed Akutsu's arm tightly.

"Akutsu-kun, don't forget why we're here." Oshitsu's voice was gentle but firm. He knew Akutsu's temper very well and knew how important it was to stop him at this moment. His words were like a stream of fresh air, trying to calm the anger in Akutsu's heart.

Akutsu was stunned for a moment, then snorted coldly. Although he was unhappy about being interrupted, he also knew that Oshitsuki was right. The purpose of their trip was to participate in the tennis exchange tournament, not to fight among themselves.

So he glared at Longma fiercely, as if secretly swearing in his heart that this contest would not end so easily.

"Tsk, I get it." Akutsu reluctantly shook off Oshitari's hand, but then revealed a meaningful smile. He took out his racket, flicked it lightly with his fingertips, and pointed it directly at Ryoma, full of provocation. "Kid, do you dare to fight me? You piece of shit."

When Longma heard this, an even more disdainful smile appeared on his lips.

He returned from the United States with full confidence, so naturally he would not take this seemingly fierce but actually impulsive opponent seriously.

"Don't let me make you cry," he said lightly, his eyes gleaming with confidence. The atmosphere between the two of them became tense again.

As the only third-year student currently present in the Seigaku Tennis Club, Fuji Shusuke was standing on the sidelines, his eyes revealing a solemn and resolute look.

He knew that private fighting was forbidden in the tennis club, and was about to stop it when a tennis ball, loaded with intense power and precise control, cut through the air like lightning and hit him directly at his feet.

At this moment, Fuji Shusuke's eyes, which usually always had a gentle smile, suddenly became extremely sharp.

He suddenly opened his eyes, as if he could see every subtle change behind the ball's trajectory.

This shot, in terms of speed, power and angle, showed an extraordinary level and was definitely not something that an ordinary person could perform.

The one who scored this amazing goal was none other than Yuushi Oshizuka, a genius on the opposing team who was as famous as him.

He stood on the other side of the network cable, a confident smile on his face, his eyes looking straight at Bu Er, as if he had seen through his thoughts.

"Fuji-kun, you'd better not interfere with this match." Oshitari's voice was gentle but firm, undeniable. "If you're really itching to show off your skills, I can play with you. After all, you and I are both hailed as 'geniuses'. Let me witness the true strength of the Seigaku genius."

When Fuji Shusuke heard this, a complex emotion surged in his heart.

Inuzuka's current strength is something he has not encountered in a long time.

This passion for fighting made it difficult for him to resist.

Finally, after a brief hesitation, Fuji Shusuke made a decision.

He could only apologize to Tezuka in his heart, "I'm sorry, Tezuka, but this time I want to fight for myself."

Then, he turned around, faced Oshitari, and said in a firm tone: "Since Oshitari-san is so interested, I will obey your order and play a game with you." At this moment, the entire tennis court seemed to be boiling.

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Every corner of the Youth Academy was filled with excitement and anticipation, as if even the air was vibrating for the fierce confrontation that was about to take place.

The students gathered in groups of three or five, talking a lot, their eyes shining with infinite longing for the tennis club's competition.

"Hey, have you heard? Those guys in the tennis club are competing against Hyotei!" A boy patted his companion's shoulder excitedly, his tone full of excitement.

"Really? Tell us quickly, what exactly happened?" The classmates immediately gathered around, their eyes full of curiosity and desire.

"I heard that this matchup is quite exciting, with Senior Fuji and the new first-year players against the regular players of Hyotei, especially the matchup between Ozaki and Fuji. The anticipation is off the charts!" The news spread quickly, and every word seemed to be endowed with magic, making everyone present's heartbeat quicken.

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At this time, the atmosphere on the two training grounds of the Qingxue Tennis Club was extremely tense.

Fuji Shusuke, the talented player who always has a gentle smile but hides unfathomable strength, is facing Hyotei's Oshitari Yuushi across the net. When their eyes meet, it seems as if a silent psychological battle is already going on.

On the other side, Jin Akutsu, known for his unruly personality and powerful strength, stood coldly opposite Ryoma Echizen.

Longma, the first-year regular who always has the catchphrase "You're still a long way to go" but always manages to create miracles at critical moments, also seems to be particularly focused at this moment.

Almost all the other members of Qingxue team have arrived. They are either standing or sitting, their eyes fixed on every detail on the field.

Kikumaru Eiji jumped up excitedly, clenching his fists with excitement in his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, there's another match to watch, and it's the double combination of Fuji and Xiaobutian. It's awesome!"

Inui Sadaharu smiled sinisterly and said, "I can gather some good intelligence again."

Kawamura Takashi looked at Oishi Shuichiro worriedly and asked, "Oishi, aren't you going to stop them? This game looks like it's going to be very intense."

Oishi Shuichiro shook his head slightly, his eyes showing both helplessness and expectation: "Things have developed to this point, how can I stop it? Now I can only hope that they can finish this game safely and smoothly before Minister Tezuka comes back for a checkup." As he spoke, he seemed to be praying silently for the fierce battle that was about to begin.

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