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

Atobe Keigo's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he could see through every tiny flaw.

He knew that the condition of his wrist at the moment was not enough to support a flawless Tannhauser serve, and forcing it would only expose more weaknesses.

So he made a wise choice and responded with a serve that seemed ordinary but actually contained extremely high quality.

The serve drew a beautiful arc in the air, with just the right speed and spin, but for a top player like Genichirō Sanada, such a challenge was clearly not enough to pose a threat, and he easily hit the ball back.

However, just before the tennis ball was about to fall into Atobe's half of the court, the atmosphere in the entire court suddenly changed subtly.

An indescribable chill quietly spread, as if even the air had frozen.

A confident and mysterious smile appeared on Atobe's lips. He said softly, "Sanada, don't think you're the only one who knows how to hide your strength. Now, let my 'Ice World' teach you a lesson."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and crystal clear icicles fell into the place where Sanada was like divine weapons falling from the sky.

A large number of icicles compressed Sanada's movement space to the extreme.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience. They had never seen such a shocking scene.

"I've discovered, Sanada, you have more blind spots than you thought." Atobe's voice sounded particularly clear and cold amid the sound of the icicles colliding.

He seemed to have seen through all of Sanada's defensive loopholes. Then, he swung his racket, turning the tennis ball in his hand into a bolt of lightning, and hit one of the icicles accurately.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the icicle shattered and Sanada had no time to react.

Although he reacted quickly, he inevitably showed a hint of panic in the face of such a sudden change.

He tried to swing his racket to block it, but he was still a step too slow. The tennis ball brushed past the edge of his racket and landed steadily within the court.

"0-15," the referee's voice echoed across the court. A satisfied smile appeared on Atobe Keigo's face, as if he had already lost himself in the "ice world" he had created, savoring the moment that only belonged to the victor.

"How's it going, Sanada? Is my world of ice as magnificent as you see? I hope you'll be completely captivated by my wonderful skills!"

Sanada's poker face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, finally showed a slight change. "Atobe, that move of yours was not bad, that's all."

"How dare you say that, Sanada? Then let me let you experience the feeling of defeat for yourself."

Atobe Keigo swung his signature racket again and accurately hit a high-speed spinning tennis ball. The ball drew a gorgeous arc in the air and headed straight for Sanada Genichirō's court.

Sanada still maintained his calm demeanor, as if he could see through the trajectory of every incoming ball. He quickly adjusted his pace and hit the ball back with an almost perfect posture. The speed and power of the ball amazed the audience present.

However, just as Atobe was about to use his terrifying "Ice World" skill again, intending to turn the court into an icy battlefield, something strange happened.

A strange black aura suddenly emerged from Sanada's body. This black aura seemed to have life and wrapped around him, not only enhancing his momentum, but also making the surrounding air solidify.

Immediately afterwards, the icicles that had originally formed around Sanada shattered under the impact of this force, turning into countless tiny ice crystals that scattered everywhere.

"What? Is there really no blind spot? No, the blind spot is cleverly hidden by some force." Atobe Keigo's eyes were fixed on Sanada who was shrouded in black air, and the solemnity on his face became more and more obvious. He knew that he was no longer facing a simple opponent, but a strong man who might possess unknown power.

Just as Atobe was about to adjust his strategy and launch another offensive, a gentle and familiar voice suddenly broke the tense atmosphere on the field.

"Sanada-kun, that's enough for today." The voice was like a spring breeze, making people feel a little warm and comforted.

Upon hearing this, Atobe unconsciously slowed down the movement of the racket in his hand. He turned his head to look at the source of the sound, only to see a man with blue-purple hair and a headband, smiling at Sanada, Yukimura Seiichi, the captain of the Rikkai University tennis club, the man known as the "Son of God".

The words seemed to have some kind of magic, which gradually dissipated the dark energy on Sanada's body. He took a deep breath, and the sharpness in his eyes softened.

Seeing this, Atobe also withdrew his attack.

"What a pity, Sanada." Although Atobe was also very dissatisfied with this, he knew that since Yukimura had spoken out to stop it, the game was unlikely to continue.

"Atobe, let's leave the victory between us for next time. You'd better take care of your wrist first. Next time I will definitely beat you into the abyss of defeat." Sanada's voice was low and powerful. He was eager to defeat Atobe who was in perfect condition.

Atobe Keigo nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth, which was a kind of confidence in his own abilities.

"Sanada, I've taken note of your reminder. As for the wrist, I will handle it properly. But you guys better be careful. There is no blind spot on Hyotei's road to the championship." After saying that, he turned around and greeted Yukimura Seiichi, then led Tianyu to leave the arena.

Just as Tianyu passed by Yukimura, Yukimura suddenly spoke, "Tianyu-san is looking forward to our next fight."

Tianyu was stunned, then he reacted, "I'm looking forward to it too, but the winner must be our Hyotei." Atobe watched all this quietly from the side, his heart filled with pride.

He knew Tianyu's potential and strength. Although he also respected Yukimura's strength, he was more convinced that in the world of tennis, Tianyu would eventually become a unique player, an existence that no one could match.

Upon hearing this, Yukimura curled up a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth. In that smile, he recognized Tianyu's potential and also looked forward to the future confrontation.

"Amahaki-kun, huh? Who will win the duel between the 'Gym Nobleman' and the 'Son of God'? It's really exciting, don't you think, Genichirō?"

Sanada lowered the brim of his hat and did not respond. Everything was silent.

Yukimura was the first to break the silence. "What do you think, Genichirō, are you sure you can beat Atobe?"

"It's fifty-fifty. If both of us go all out, he might have a better chance of winning. But don't worry, I will practice more and I will definitely beat him into the abyss of defeat next time. There is no blind spot in Rikkai's three consecutive championships." The aura of an emperor emanated from Sanada.

Seeing Sanada's condition, Xincun didn't need to worry too much. He knew that Sanada's condition was not affected by this. He put on the coat in his hand and said gently, "Let's go, Genichirō, let's go see Akaya together."