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

Just like that, the intense confrontation turned another page, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

As Keigo Atobe's iconic "Waltz Towards Destruction" streaked through the air, the racket in Kevin's hand slipped out of his hand and was knocked to the ground by Keigo Atobe, making a crisp sound.

There was no trace of slackness or relaxation on Atobe's face. Then, he stretched out his body, like a cheetah gathering momentum before hunting, and then launched a thunderous smash, the speed of the ball was so fast that it was dizzying, and the only sound was the whistling sound of the air being torn apart.

At that moment, all eyes were focused on the rapidly spinning tennis ball. It was like a meteor streaking across the sky, landing accurately in a corner beyond Kevin's reach, announcing the end of the game.

"Game, Hyotei Atobe, leading 2-0." The referee's voice was extremely clear and echoed in the empty stadium.

Tianyu, who was watching the game from the sidelines, couldn't help but secretly estimate that from the beginning of the game to now, the two had already engaged in hundreds of rounds of fierce confrontation.

Kevin at this time had completely exhausted his physical strength. He knelt on his knees, his body trembling slightly due to fatigue. Sweat kept sliding down his forehead like beads with broken strings, dripping onto the dry ground, and was instantly absorbed, leaving behind dark marks.

Sitting in the spacious and somewhat quiet coaching booth, Coach Sakaki's lips curled into a faint yet confident smile. His gaze was deep, as if penetrating every subtle movement and shift on the field, reaching the heart of the game.

His game at this moment was just as he expected, quietly slipping into the rhythm of protracted battles that Tobe was good at.

In contrast, Coach Baker from the opposing team seemed particularly nervous and anxious.

His brows were furrowed, and he kept looking at Kevin on the court who was running hard and trying to find a breakthrough in the opponent's tight defense.

Coach Baker knew very well that although Kevin had good skills, he was gradually forced to run all over the field when facing the powerful Jibu team, and his physical strength was quickly consumed like water.

Such high-intensity confrontation is a huge test for any player, and Kevin seems to be on the verge of physical exhaustion. Whether he can hold on until the end of the game has become a huge unknown.

……

In Atobe's serving game, he was originally planning to end the game with a fourth serve from Tannhauser, but when he saw Kevin's embarrassed look on the opposite side, he changed his mind.

He wants to end the game completely in the next round!

……

Looking at the expression of Tomokazu on the field, Tianyu expressed his three seconds of silence for Kevin on the opposite side.

……

In the following game, just as Tianyu had predicted, Atobe did not directly defeat his opponent with overwhelming force as everyone expected. Instead, he skillfully used his unparalleled skills in an almost artistic way to weave an intricate web, making Kevin feel as if he was in an endless chase.

Every swing of his racket was like a carefully calculated dance step, leading Kevin to run continuously on the court, looking for that almost untouchable landing point.

As time went on, the spectators on the sidelines gradually noticed something unusual about the game.

That seemingly simple ball turned into a long and fierce tug-of-war under the control of Tobe. The two sides went back and forth, which was a feast for the eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the ball had gone through hundreds of rounds of confrontation, but there was still no winner. The tense atmosphere in the field reached its peak.

What was even more surprising was that Atobe didn't move a step from where he was and caught the ball with ease.

On the other hand, although Kevin tried his best to find opportunities to counterattack in every counterattack, facing the seemingly endless offensive of Atobe, he could only keep running, jumping and swinging the racket. The dual pressure of physical and mental strength made him gradually show signs of fatigue.

As time slowly passed, the astonishment on Oshitari's face grew more intense. He turned his head in disbelief, his eyes fixed on Tianyu, his voice trembling with confusion: "Are you sure this scene in front of me is not an illusion? Atobe, that guy, is actually laughing right now. This... this is unbelievable!"

Tianyu heard this and a playful smile played on his lips. He shook his head slightly, as if admiring a rare sight. "Oh, Oshitsuki, you finally noticed it. Atobe is actually the best at protracted battles. I personally think it's quite perverse, constantly testing his opponent's mental and physical limits, then gradually breaking their will with an almost cruel grace. Even you would have to admit defeat to such a level of cunning, Oshitsuki."

When Inuzaka heard this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose a little, but that smile was mixed with a bit of helplessness and self-mockery.

He gently pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, "Tianyu, stop teasing me."

.........

The passage of time seemed to become vague and long, and Kevin's consciousness gradually became blurred in endless fatigue and struggle.

His eyes, which originally shone with the light of indomitable spirit and persistence, now became like the surface of a lake shrouded in morning mist, losing their former sharpness and clarity, and gradually dissipating.

Sweat, like beads with broken strings, kept sliding down his forehead, eventually gathering into a trickle, soaking his clothes and leaving mottled marks on the ground.

His body had become extremely heavy due to the long-term high-intensity confrontation and his inner unwillingness. Every step he took seemed to be on cotton, and he was shaky, as if he would be swallowed up by this invisible force at any time.

Finally, in an unintentional stumble, he stepped on his own sweat that had cooled to a cold touch, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground like a fallen leaf caught in a strong wind, splashing a cloud of dust.

At this moment, Keigo Atobe was looking down at Kevin who was lying on the ground with a condescending attitude.

His eyes were filled with an innate sense of nobility and disdain. "Remember this, sir," he said with undeniable authority, "I am Keigo Atobe, the captain of the Hyotei Academy Tennis Club. I am not some King of Monkey Mountain."

And Kevin, the former challenger, was now unable to respond with any words.

His body trembled violently due to excessive fatigue and pain, and his consciousness gradually sank into darkness.

The last image in his mind was fixed on the cold and arrogant figure of Atobe. Then, everything returned to calm and he successfully fell asleep.

Coach Baker was also quite helpless, and the singles match had to end here.

"In the match between Hyotei Academy and the U.S. West Coast team, Hyotei Academy won because one of the singles players withdrew."