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

At this moment, Ryoma and Akutsu were like mountains facing each other, with sparks of unwillingness to admit defeat flashing in each other's eyes.

The air was filled with tension and anticipation, as if even the wind had stopped.

"Serve right? I'll give it to you, you arrogant little brat." Akutsu raised a scornful smile at the corner of his mouth, his tone full of disdain and provocation.

His eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, but he regarded Longma as an insignificant opponent.

Hearing this, Long Ma's lips curled up slightly, a sly glint in his eyes. "Oh, thank you so much for your generosity, Senior. But, you'll have to be extremely careful, or you might lose miserably." His tone was relaxed and confident, as if he already had victory in his grasp.

The two men quickly retreated to their respective baselines, preparing for the fierce confrontation that was to follow.

Longma took a deep breath and held the racket firmly in his right hand. The touch from his fingertips made him feel at ease.

He calmly pulled a brand new tennis ball from his pocket and gently tossed it into the air.

As the sphere rose, Ryoma's eyes became sharper.

He swung the racket violently, and a powerful force burst out in an instant along with the rotation. The tennis ball seemed to be given life, spinning at an astonishing speed and flying towards Akutsu's half of the court.

"It appeared! It's Ryoma's outside spin serve!" The three members of Qingxue cheered excitedly, their eyes flashing with admiration for Ryoma's strength.

Faced with this sudden and fierce attack, Akutsu did not show the slightest panic.

He quickly adjusted his posture, his eyes fixed on the rapidly spinning tennis ball.

At the moment when the ball was about to hit his face, he jumped back suddenly, and his whole body was as tense and powerful as a fully drawn bowstring.

With his amazing reaction speed and physical fitness, Akutsu successfully avoided this powerful serve and used the inertia of his body in the air to hit the ball back.

However, an indescribable anger surged in Akutsu's heart.

He knew the true intention of Longma's shot—not just to score, but also to aim it at his face. This feeling of being slighted and provoked filled him with incomparable anger. "You're looking for death, little brat!" he roared, his voice filled with rage.

Akutsu's anger burned like a ignited flame, and his eyes revealed unprecedented determination and provocation.

After suffering a seemingly unintentional but sharp attack from Longma, he did not hesitate at all and directly adopted a more aggressive net tactic, trying to suppress his opponent with speed and strength.

Facing Akutsu's fierce attack, Ryoma appeared unusually calm and composed.

He seemed to be in the center of a storm, yet he was able to maintain inner calm, adjusting his pace and rhythm steadily with small steps, and easily hit the ball back.

However, Akutsu was no pushover. He had already proven his prowess on the national stage, and facing Ryoma's attack, instead of panicking, he smacked the ball back with an almost uncanny gesture.

The ball drew a strange arc in the air and headed straight for Longma's face. Its speed was so fast that it seemed to destroy everything in its way.

Although Ryoma has just entered the Kanto level, the talent and potential he has demonstrated cannot be underestimated.

Facing Akutsu's sudden killer move, he reacted quickly and hurriedly blocked the ball with his racket. However, due to the rush of time, his movements were a bit stiff, and the ball lost control and flew directly out of bounds.

"15-0, Akutsu leads." The referee's voice sounded on the court, announcing Akutsu's lead in this round.

"Hey, kid, is that all you can do?" Akutsu mocked. Ryoma remained silent, lowered his hat, and switched his racket to his left hand.

Akutsu became even more furious after seeing this scene. A left-handed guy had just hit him with his right hand. "Look, I'm going to beat you to pieces, little brat!"

Seeing this, the expressions of the Qingxue people watching the game nearby became more solemn, and the tense atmosphere seemed to solidify the air.

This was only the second ball, but Ryoma had to use all his strength and switch to using his left hand. This change made everyone present feel worried.

Kikumaru Eiji widened his eyes and clenched his hands into fists unconsciously. He couldn't help but ask, "Little guy, can you really hold on? Should we go up and help stop this fight?" His voice was full of worry and anxiety.

He knew Ryoma's love and persistence for tennis, but the situation before him made him start to doubt whether such persistence was worth it.

Kawamura Takashi standing by was also so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead. He had already recognized his opponent as Akutsu, the one with whom he had a complicated relationship since childhood.

Kawamura is well aware of Akutsu's power and means, and he doesn't want to see his former "friend" now being so cruel to his junior.

He gritted his teeth, his heart full of contradictions and struggles. He wanted to rush forward to protect Longma, but he knew that he could not interfere with the progress of the game.

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Longma took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with an unyielding light.

He swung his left hand again, and an outspin serve whizzed out, carrying all his hope and determination.

However, this ball did not put pressure on the opponent as usual. Akutsu caught it easily and responded with a sneer: "This trick doesn't work on me anymore, kid." His tone was full of contempt and confidence, as if he had already foreseen the outcome of the game.

Immediately afterwards, Akutsu's body seemed to be driven by an invisible force, and the whole person suddenly bounced up like a spring ready to explode.

His arm muscles were tensed, his strength concentrated at one point, and then he swung it out suddenly, hitting the ball back at an astonishing speed.

The speed and power of the ball shocked everyone present.

Before Longma even had time to react, the tennis ball carrying his hopes hit the iron net behind the tennis court like a cannonball, making a deafening bang.

The momentum created by the tennis ball made Ryoma's eyes widen in disbelief.

"30-0"

"Kid, where is your arrogance? It seems that this is all you can do. If this is your limit, then unfortunately, your tennis journey may come to an end here." Akutsu's mouth curled up into a cold smile, his words were full of disdain and ridicule towards Ryoma, as if he had foreseen the outcome of the game.

"Bang!" Another crisp hit sounded as the ball flew past Ryoma like an arrow, hitting the net hard and bouncing out of bounds. The referee's voice rang out again: "40-0, Akutsu leads."

As the game progressed, Longma's situation became worse and worse. Sweat poured down like rain, soaking his clothes, and every swing of the racket seemed so heavy.

He tried to adjust his breathing and regain his rhythm, but Akutsu's attack came like a tide, leaving him with almost no chance to breathe.

"Bang!" Another round ended, and the scoreboard read "Game Akutsu, 1-0." Then, in the second, third, and fourth rounds... Akutsu's victories followed one after another, and the score quickly widened.

Every effort made by Longma seemed so powerless, as if he was not facing a tennis player, but an insurmountable mountain.

Finally, after the fourth game, Longma could no longer hold on, his legs went soft, and he fell to his knees on the court.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, his face full of fatigue and unwillingness.

The excessive amount of exercise almost made him exhausted, and the huge psychological pressure made him feel suffocated.

However, just when everyone thought Ryoma was about to give up, he slowly raised his head.

There was an unyielding light in those determined eyes, as if saying, "I haven't lost yet!" Although his body has reached its limit, his will remains firm.

Seeing this, the Seigaku students outside the arena felt mixed emotions. They were worried about Ryoma's situation, but also moved by his perseverance.

Although they wanted to rush into the field to give him encouragement and support, when they saw Longma's determined eyes, they knew that what they needed most now was to give him enough space and time to let him face this challenge on his own.