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

Witnessing Taketo Mukai sweating so unrestrainedly on the field and his desire for victory, his teammate Yuushi Ozuchi couldn't help but feel a complex emotion in his heart.

He knew very well that Yue Ren's seemingly fearless running and all-out attacks were actually pushing him to the limit of his physical strength step by step.

So, he took a step forward, slowly approaching. His gentle yet somewhat serious voice echoed softly across the court: "Yue Ren, I understand your desire for victory, but please be sure to manage your energy properly. Every bit of strength counts. It's only the second round, and we don't know if there will be any unexpected situations later."

Inuzuka's eyes were filled with care and expectation for his teammates. He continued, "Some balls don't require you to fight so hard. We can rely on the team's tacit understanding and coordination, and I will handle those more reliable returns. You need to conserve your energy and save it for the most crucial moments."

However, Taketo Mukai responded to Oshitari's reminder with an almost brilliant smile, and an unyielding light flashed in his fighting eyes.

"Thank you for your concern, Yushi, but I really want to give it a try. During this period of training, I can clearly feel that I have made great breakthroughs. I want to know where my limits can be when I give it my all. I don't want to drag down the team because of my physical problems in any future games."

Oshitari was stunned, his thoughts seemed to be suddenly pulled by an invisible force, and stopped at that moment.

He had never been so deeply aware that his previous actions might have hidden unnoticed negligence.

He has always helped Yue Ren share the pressure of returning the ball, for fear that he would exhaust his energy too early.

This feeling, pure and sincere, also invisibly built an invisible barrier, causing him to ignore more delicate and important things.

At this moment, when this deep self-reflection came like a tide, Inuzaka suddenly realized: he had almost completely ignored Taketo's true feelings.

As a regular member of the Hyotei Academy tennis club, Taketo Mukai is not only his partner, but also an individual with independent will and strong self-esteem.

He is eager to prove himself on the court, eager to grow with his teammates and reach the top of the country together.

The fire of not wanting to fall behind and longing to surpass others burned brightly in Yueren's heart, but he, as a friend and partner, had never truly noticed the existence of this fire.

Thinking of this, Oshitari couldn't help but feel a surge of self-blame and regret in his heart.

"Go ahead, Yueren, leave the defense to me. But if we lose in the end, I won't let you go." Oshitari pushed his glasses and said.

After hearing this, Xiangri was silent with a hint of nervousness. Although his steps were steady, his heart was like the sea swept by a strong wind, with turbulent waves that were difficult to calm down.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and walked towards the serving area.

As the ball was sent out, Xiangri did not stay at the baseline, but ran to the front court with all his strength. He and Shinobu had a tacit understanding and completed a quick position exchange in a flash.

The opposing players obviously also noticed the threat of this change from Xiangri and Shinobi. They quickly adjusted their tactics, intending to disrupt Xiangri's rhythm with a high lob and prevent him from getting closer to the net.

However, Xiangri was no longer the same person at this moment. There was a gleam in his eyes, and he did not hesitate at all for this sudden lob.

Xiangri suddenly exerted force with his legs and his body jumped up like an arrow. His movements were smooth and powerful, and he was determined to dunk the ball back.

Tianyu, who was watching the game intently on the side, fixed his eyes on every subtle movement on the field, his heart filled with shock and disbelief.

In his sight, Xiangri seemed to have really grown wings and was flying freely against the backdrop of the blue sky and white clouds.

As Xiangri suddenly swung out a powerful smash, the ball flew like an arrow, cutting through the air and heading straight for Li in front of the opponent's net.

In that split second, Lee displayed astonishing reaction speed and anticipation. Almost instinctively, he leaped to his feet, his eyes fixed on the oncoming tennis ball, instantly catching the trajectory of Xiangri's ball and sending a seemingly unstoppable smash back at an incredible angle. (In the original novel, Mike Lee is a bankrupt version of Atobe, also known for his keen eyesight.)

However, Xiang Ri's performance had just begun. Although he was still hanging in mid-air, his body was in the most unstable state, he did not sit still and wait for death.

He performed a smooth and thrilling somersault in the air, his body like a light feather, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Then he swung the racket again, hitting the ball back towards the opponent's court at a faster speed and a more tricky angle.

This series of actions was so fast that it was hard to keep up. Although Li tried his best to react, time did not allow him to make any more adjustments.

He could only watch as the tennis ball flashed past him at a speed and angle beyond his reach, and finally landed in his backcourt.

"15-0, Hyotei is leading."

As the game heated up, Xiangri's attacks became more intense and difficult to resist, like the scorching sun in the sky.

Every swing of his racket was full of power and determination, as if to completely tear apart his opponent's defense.

Under this unstoppable offensive, the situation on the field quickly tilted, the game gradually entered its climax, and quietly approached its end.

At this moment, although Yue Ren's clothes were soaked with sweat, his determined eyes still sparkled with an unyielding light.

Every run and every counterattack of his was based on strong willpower.

Looking at Yue Ren who was giving his all, even Tianyu couldn't help but be moved by his spirit, and an indescribable admiration welled up in his heart.

……

"Game Hyotei Oshitsuki, Hibiki, 6-2. The match is over, doubles two is won by Hyotei Academy."

As the game ended, Taketo Mukaihi could no longer support his exhausted body.

He slowly fell to the ground, letting the sweat slide down his cheeks, breathing in deep gulps of fresh and precious air.

His muscles were sore from the long and intense exercise, but his heart was filled with unprecedented satisfaction and joy.

Because he knew how much effort and sweat he had put in for this victory; he also knew that it was all worth it - because they won!

Coach Sakaki stood quietly on the sidelines, his eyes deep and full of expectations. He witnessed every subtle change on the training ground, especially the transformation of the pair of Hiashi and Oshitari.

At first, Xiang Ri's slightly thin figure and slightly insufficient physical strength seemed like a weak link in their group that could not be ignored, which always made people worried.

However, in the past two months, Xiangri's efforts have been like the grass in spring, silently but tenaciously breaking through the soil and growing vigorously.

Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrates the mist, Xiangri has already set out on the road of training.

Sweat soaked his clothes, but his steps never stopped.

He knows his shortcomings and understands that only through unremitting efforts can he make up for them.

Oshitari was standing by, acting as both a partner and a witness. He witnessed Xiangri's journey from being breathless at first to running all over the field now.

Now, standing on the court again, Xiangri is no longer the Xiangri who lacks physical strength. Now, except for the lack of tacit understanding, the doubles combination of Bingdi has no problems with hard power.