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

At one end of the court, Coach Baker's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it, and his eyes were full of disbelief and frustration.

The contestant he had devoted his heart and soul to was defeated in front of everyone in a way that was almost like being mocked.

What was even more difficult for him to accept was that the opponent's player, who was only ranked fourth, seemed to have won the victory easily without even fully exerting his full strength.

This scene, like a heavy hammer, severely hit Coach Baker's self-esteem and confidence.

However, despite the turmoil in his heart, Coach Baker forced himself not to explode immediately.

He knew very well that at this moment when there were no spectators witnessing the game, the outcome of the game seemed less important.

But this does not mean that he is willing to accept such a result easily. At this moment, he hopes that this time he can return the humiliation twice as much.

Coach Sakaki didn't know what the opposing coach was thinking. Even if he knew, he would only sneer and say, "What a joke! Oshitari and Mukai couldn't even lift the weights."

Although it is cruel, this is the cruelty of competitive sports.

Meanwhile, in the Ice Emperor camp, the atmosphere was completely different.

The coach's eyes followed Shishido and Feng closely as they were warming up, his eyes flashing with anticipation and trust.

As a doubles team that he personally selected and carefully trained, Tianyu is full of confidence in them.

Judging from the data, Shishido and Feng have a clear advantage in terms of technology, physical fitness and tactical understanding.

As for the degree of tacit understanding, Tianyu is even more convinced that Shishido and Feng are definitely far ahead.

The two have been fighting side by side for two whole months. Except for necessary time such as sleeping and bathing, they are basically together.

The tacit understanding and cooperation between them have reached an astonishing level.

……

Coach Sakaki looked at the two people in front of him and said indifferently without giving any further instructions, "Go, Shishido, Feng, bring victory back to Hyotei."

"Understood, Coach."

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At that moment in front of the net, Shishido Ryo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Tom Griffey and Terry Griffey standing opposite him with a sharp gaze.

These two men looked like characters straight out of a comic book, their dazzling orange and vibrant green hair gleaming in the sunlight. Their faces were so exquisite that they almost transcended the boundaries of ordinary people, making people wonder whether they were athletes on the tennis court or idols who had accidentally stumbled into the competition.

Shishido couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart. He muttered to himself, with such appearance, it would be enough to cause a sensation even in the entertainment industry, so how could he appear on the tennis court.

At this moment, Terry Griffey seemed to notice the subtle change in Shishido and Hou Chotaro's mood. A playful smile appeared on his lips, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes. He turned to Tom beside him and whispered, "Brother, it seems that our appearance has caused them quite a bit of trouble. Even our opponents couldn't help but take a few more glances at us."

Hearing this, Tom laughed heartily. His equally charming eyes sparkled with confidence as he responded, "Yes, brother, but that's precisely one of our strengths. However, don't let their underestimation affect our performance. Let's use our strength to show them that tennis isn't just a visual feast, but also a contest of wits and skill. Come, let's use tennis to show our love to these misguided little guys."

It's no wonder that Tom and Terry had this illusion, because Shishido and Feng were only wearing the badges of NO.5 and NO.8.

The two may not have taken the Shishidos seriously, but they would soon pay a heavy price for this slight.

Although Shishido couldn't hear the other party's conversation directly, he could already sense a malicious atmosphere from their meaningful smiles and eye contact.

He secretly tightened his grip on the racket, his eyes becoming more determined, and a fighting spirit surged in his heart: "Feng, use your serve to teach them a lesson."

Hou Chotaro nodded slightly to Shishido Ryou, and that slight glance contained a tacit understanding and trust that needed no words.

Then, he took a deep breath, as if to condense all the air around him into his palm, and gently lifted the tennis ball in his hand, as if it were a rare treasure, and slowly raised it into the air.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone's attention was attracted by the tennis ball that was about to be given a soul.

"One ball to the heart!" Feng murmured these four words, and as the words fell, he swung the racket suddenly. Strength and skill were perfectly integrated at this moment. Under the resistance of the air, the tennis ball almost turned into a lightning that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, cutting through the sky and heading straight for the opponent's half.

Tom and Terry, as the elites of the U.S. West Coast team, faced with this sudden attack, couldn't help but have an illusion - it was not just a tennis ball flying, but more like a blazing flame, coming towards them with unquestionable majesty and power.

They tried to adjust their pace, but the soul-shaking impact slowed their movements down by half a beat.

Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, the tennis ball landed with thunderous force in the backcourt of the opposing team's court, making a crisp and resounding thud. At that moment, the entire court seemed to be shaken by this force, and even the air seemed to stagnate.

"Ace, 15-0, Hyotei leads!" The referee's voice sounded at the right time, breaking the brief silence.

The U.S. West Coast team couldn't help but fall into a brief silence. They looked at each other in disbelief, their hearts full of doubts.

But Feng showed no mercy. He raised his hand and fired three more shots, winning the first game neatly.

"Game Hyotei Shishido, Feng, 1-0."

At this moment, Tom and Terry stood side by side, their faces shrouded in an indescribable solemnity.

Every swing of Feng's racket seemed to foreshadow the coming of a storm, making Tom and Terry feel unprecedented pressure.

"Brother," Terry's voice was low and slightly teasing. He turned to look at Tom, his eyes flashing with complex emotions - full of helplessness about the current situation.

"We seemed to be in real trouble. The opponent's serve was like a carefully laid trap, and every touch caught us off guard."

Hearing this, Tom's lips curled up into a wry smile, but it was more of a comforting one. He gently patted Terry's shoulder. "Yes, brother, we have indeed faced unprecedented challenges. But don't forget, we are brothers trained by Coach Baker. No matter how great the difficulties, we must not give up easily."

He took a deep breath and looked at Feng with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to take in every subtle movement of the other party.

"Since conventional methods can't break his serve, we can only adopt a more direct and decisive tactic. Brother, are you ready? Let's use our tacit understanding to teach the two opponents a lesson."

As Tom finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.