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

At this moment, Ruoren Hong's heart seemed to be swept by a violent storm, and all his pride and self-confidence were ruthlessly blown away like fallen leaves.

He supported his shaky body with trembling hands. Every breath was accompanied by severe pain, as if every cell in his body was silently expressing despair and pain.

His eyes no longer had the provocation and unruliness of the past. Instead, there was an indescribable fear, as deep as a bottomless abyss, swallowing up all his courage and hope.

Tianyu stood not far away, looking at his opponent with complicated eyes. He was indeed surprised, even a little bit unbelievable.

The blood-colored cannon was powerful enough to render any opponent incapable of combat in a short period of time, not to mention Wakato Hiroshi who was hit head-on by it.

However, the scene before him completely overturned his cognition - Ruoren Hong not only stood up, but although his steps were staggering, there was a hint of unyielding light in his eyes.

"It seems that the previous attack did not completely defeat him. It's not enough." Tianyu muttered to himself, with both helplessness and expectation in his voice. "In that case, let me see how long you can hold on!"

In his eyes, Ruorenhong was just an ant struggling in the abyss of fear and despair.

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While others may still be immersed in the fog of fierce confrontation on the surface of the game and have no idea about Wakato Hiroshi's actual situation, Atobe Keigo has already seen through everything.

His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the surface and see directly into Wakato Hiroshi's inner struggle and the limits of his body.

Ruo Renhong, at this moment, is standing at the other end of the tennis court. He looks tough and unyielding on the outside, but in fact he is already at the end of his strength.

Tianyu's serve was like a latent undercurrent, quietly accumulating destructive power in his body, and when the time comes, it will erupt like a volcano.

This is not only a test of Ruo Renhong's physical strength, but also an ultimate challenge to his will and endurance.

If such a serve hits him twice more, Ruo Renhong will probably never step onto this court again, and his tennis dream will be shattered.

"How miserable, I actually met an opponent like Tianyu." Atobe thought to himself that Wakato Hiroshi was destined to become the most unfortunate victim in this battle.

However, what made Atobe feel even more sad was that as Wakato Hiroshi's coach, Aoi Hanamura was completely unaware of this. Her ignorance and indifference were as biting as ice.

In her eyes, she probably only saw the simple scene of Ruoren Hong being temporarily suppressed by Tian Yulin.

She didn't realize that her contestant was already standing on the edge of a cliff, and if he wasn't careful he would be doomed.

At this moment, Aoi Hanamura was still sitting in the coaching seat with peace of mind, focusing on the progress of the game with a short-sighted eye, and ignoring the pain and struggle endured by Hiroshi Wakato.

Such a scene can't help but make people sigh.

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At the tee, Tianyu's lips curled up into a cruel and profound smile, a smile that seemed to be able to see into the deepest fears of the human heart. He spoke slowly, each word as cold as ice: "Ruoren Hong, have you ever had the pleasure of seeing the beautiful scenery of hell?"

Ruoren Hong's heart trembled when he heard this. He was stunned, and a trace of confusion and suspicion flashed in his eyes. He tried to find the answer from Tianyu's eyes, but he only felt a suffocating chill.

He realized that this duel was not just a contest of strength and skill, but might very well be a match that would determine his career.

However, before he could think any further, Tianyu's figure had already risen into the air like a ghost, and his body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood-red halo, which was the externalization of the boiling fighting spirit and endless anger in his body.

With a deafening roar, Tianyu fired another blood-red cannon, pointing directly at Ruorenhong, as if he wanted to condense all his anger and murderous intent into this attack.

The blood-red cannons cut through the air, roaring towards Ruoren Hong with the momentum to destroy the world.

It was not just the attack of a tennis ball, it was more like the gate of hell being suddenly pushed open. Waves of death breath accompanied by violent energy attempted to swallow Ruo Renhong and everything around him into the endless darkness.

At this moment, Ruoren Hong felt unprecedented pressure and despair.

But he knew that escape was not an option for him. Only by facing the enemy head-on could he find a chance of survival in this life-and-death battle.

So, he clenched his teeth, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength in this moment. His eyes were wide open, revealing an unyielding light. The muscles in his body were tensed to the extreme, like an arrow about to leave the bow, ready to meet the fatal blow that seemed unavoidable and seemed to be able to devour him completely.

His heart was beating like a drum, and every beat was accompanied by a firm belief, determined to hit the ball back.

However, fate did not seem to show mercy to his tenacity.

The scene of heroic resistance and Jedi counterattack that he imagined did not happen.

On the contrary, an irresistible force surged like a tide, sweeping him up and ruthlessly knocking him away like a kite with a broken string, and finally he fell heavily against the cold wall with a dull and painful sound.

"30-0, Hyotei leads." The referee's cold voice echoed in the air, like the sound of a gavel, announcing his defeat again.

At this moment, his body seemed to have reached its limit of endurance, and blood gushed out uncontrollably from those tiny wounds, staining his clothes and his eyes red.

Although each of those wounds was small, they were densely packed on his hands, legs, and even his face. Each one was so shocking. They were like tiny needle tips, constantly pricking his nerves and bringing him even more unbearable pain.

Wakato Hiroshi's body was trembling, but that was not because of fear or despair, but because his indomitable will was making a final struggle against this endless pain.

His whole body was wailing, a silent cry, but he had not yet fallen down.

There was an unyielding light in his eyes. Even though his body was in pieces and hope was slim, he still did not give up. He still used his last bit of strength to complete the race.

Huacun Aoi could no longer stand. Even though she was not very good at seeing, she could see how miserable Ruoren was at that moment.

"If you've had enough, don't play anymore. If you continue like this, you'll never be able to play tennis again. Be obedient and give up." Coach Huacun said sadly.

At the same time, she also cast a reproachful look at Tianyu.

It was this man who "destroyed" the team member she was proud of like this. At this moment, Aoi Hanamura wished that Wakato Hiroshi had not provoked Hyotei, otherwise this would not have happened.