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

The West Coast of the United States serves.

Terry served the ball. He stood in the serving area, took a deep breath, then slowly swung the racket and served an ordinary serve seemingly casually.

Shishido, standing across from him, saw through the "ordinariness" of the serve with his keen insight. A sneer of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Hmph, a serve of this level is simply lame."

Before he finished speaking, he jumped up lightly, swung his racket, and easily hit the tennis ball back. His movements were smooth and confident, as if he had no pressure at all about the ball.

However, Terry and Tom's partnership is no ordinary one. They have such a tacit understanding that they seem to understand each other's thoughts.

Tom was quietly observing the situation in the backcourt, with a barely perceptible smile in his eyes.

When Shishido was about to attack again, Tom suddenly exerted his strength and hit back the ball with lightning speed, which was astonishingly fast.

At this moment, the situation took an unexpected turn. Instead of retreating to the backcourt as the audience expected, Terry suddenly accelerated and rushed to the net, cleverly blocking Shishido's sight.

This scene shocked everyone present, including Shishido himself.

He slammed on the brakes, his eyes full of disbelief, and at the same time an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

The tennis ball drew a beautiful arc in the air and went straight to the back of Terry's head.

At this critical moment, Shishido's instinctive reaction made him unable to help but shout: "Get out of the way, it's dangerous!" His voice was full of anxiety and concern, and he completely forgot about the battle for victory or defeat in the game.

But Terry seemed to be prepared. Instead of dodging, he turned with incredible agility, letting the tennis ball whiz past him and land steadily on the opponent's court. This series of movements was smooth and precise.

Shishido was so concerned about whether his opponent was injured that he didn't react.

There were bursts of exclamations from the Hyotei bench. They were impressed by the tacit cooperation between Terry and Tom and Terry's amazing reaction speed.

Shishido stood there, looking at Terry with complicated eyes, feeling both unwillingness and admiration.

He knew that this game was much more difficult than he had imagined.

"0-15, West Coast leads."

Atobe's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the two opponents opposite him. The corners of his mouth were unconsciously pursed into a straight line, revealing his inner uneasiness and solemnity.

He slowly turned his head, looked deeply at Tianyu beside him, and asked in a low voice: "Tianyu, what do you think about the upcoming game?"

Tianyu raised the corner of his mouth slightly when he heard this, and gently patted Atobe's shoulder to show his comfort, then said leisurely: "Atobe, you can rest assured. The tacit understanding between the two players on the opposite side is truly amazing. Their cooperation is like flowing water, and there are almost no flaws. But don't forget, our Hyotei's doubles ace, those two men, they have been baptized by countless competitions and fought side by side countless times. You must trust them."

Then, Tom and Terry used this trick to win the game again.

"Game West Coast Tom, Terry, 1-1."

During the serving game on the Hyotei Academy tennis court, the air was filled with a tense and subtle atmosphere.

Shishido Ryo's brows were furrowed at this moment, and his eyes revealed unprecedented confusion.

He had no idea what to do for the entire game.

So, Shishido and Feng started a silent tacit cooperation. Taking advantage of Shishido's serve, they cleverly adjusted the position of their opponent Tom, staggering their positions so that the opponent could no longer easily use any playing style, temporarily alleviating the urgent problem.

"Game Hyotei Shishido, Feng, 2-1."

After these two fierce rounds, Hou Changtaro seemed to have caught some subtle pattern in his opponent's every swing of the racket. His eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he had seen through his opponent's flaws.

He quickly ran towards Shishido Ryo, and the two exchanged a few brief but powerful words. No need for words, the mutual understanding was enough to convey everything.

Immediately afterwards, there was a subtle but crucial change in the Hyotei Academy's on-field positions.

They abandoned the traditional doubles stance and adopted a double baseline defensive strategy.

This change quickly attracted the attention of the other side.

However, facing the change of position of Shishido and Feng, Tom and Terry seemed extremely calm, and there was no panic in their eyes.

In their view, this carefully planned tactic was like the sharpest spear, and any defense from the opponent was nothing but a futile struggle.

However, just when this confidence was about to turn into the joy of winning, Shishido and Feng of Hyotei Academy, with their extraordinary insight and tacit understanding, quietly overturned the direction of this duel.

Tom was ready to go again, preparing to repeat his previous successful method, trying to break the Ice Emperor's defense with that tried-and-tested trick.

But at this moment, a gleam of light flashed in Feng's eyes. He seemed to be able to see every thought in his opponent's mind. Without hesitation, he gave an order to Shishido beside him: "In front of the net, Shishido-senpai."

Shishido and Feng burst out with amazing speed and tacit understanding almost at the same time, rushing to the front of the tennis court like two lightning bolts.

Their movements were smooth and coordinated, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times, and in an instant they both rushed forward.

Sure enough, Tom's short ball arrived as expected and was about to land.

However, this time, it was no longer facing an open field, but the iron wall built by Shishido and Feng in front of the net.

Although Terry tried his best to block the sight, all these efforts seemed so pale and powerless under the tacit cooperation of Hyotei's two players at the net. Both of Hyotei's players were in front of the net, and hitting short balls was just walking into a trap.

As the tennis ball was steadily volleyed back to the opponent's court, the referee's voice rang out in the air, "15-0, Hyotei is leading."

This goal was like the clarion call for a counterattack. After that, Shishido and Feng continued to pursue their victory and won the game in a blink of an eye.

"Game Hyotei Shishido, Feng, 3-1."

Both sides were preparing to change sides for a break. At this time, Shishido and Feng were chatting and laughing in the rest seats. They believed that the game was already won.

On the other side, the West Coast team was a completely different story.

Coach Baker was furious at this moment. He had seen that they had most likely lost this game, but two consecutive defeats were obviously unacceptable to him, not to mention being defeated by two unremarkable players on the opposite side, except for the player named Feng whose serve was a bit powerful.

(Shishido: Are you polite?)