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

At this moment, Tianyu's eyes were as bright as torches, firm and deep. He met Huacun Aoi's resentful eyes without fear.

In Tianyu's heart, there is an unyielding flame burning. He wants to use his own actions to personally smash the prejudices that come from ignorance.

"What are you looking at?" Tianyu's words revealed a hint of impatience. To be honest, what he hated most was people like Huacun Aoi who had no strength but felt good about themselves.

However, an unexpected voice interrupted his thoughts.

"I haven't lost yet! Tian Yulin!"

Wakato Hiroshi, a man whose body is already covered in blood but still refuses to give up.

He struggled to stand up, every step seemed so difficult, but there was an unyielding light in his eyes. He had not lost yet, he still had the will to fight.

Seeing this scene, Tianyu couldn't help but shake his head slightly, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He admired Ruorenhong's tenacity and courage, but at the same time he felt sorry for him.

In his opinion, Ruo Renhong is a respectable man, but he followed the wrong coach and was guided by wrong ideas.

To use a phrase from Longguo, Huacun Kui is really misleading the young people.

However, it was too late to say any of this now. The game was still going on, and Tianyu took a deep breath and brought his thoughts back to the game.

Then he took a deep breath, his eyes flashing coldly, as if at this moment, all his hesitation and indecision had disappeared.

He no longer held back, and suddenly pulled the trigger with his finger. Another blood-red cannon shot out like an angry dragon, cutting through the air and heading straight for the opponent with destructive force.

This time, he chose to concentrate all his strength into this attack not only for victory, but also out of deep respect for his opponent Wakato Hiroshi.

"Rest in peace, Ruorenhong." Tianyu's voice was low and firm, without any emotional fluctuation, as if he was performing a solemn ceremony.

Wakato Hiroshi's body was once again thrown into the air by this irresistible force, flying helplessly like a fallen leaf, and finally hit the hard wall hard, making a dull loud noise.

This time, he did not struggle to stand up like before, but was firmly embedded in the wall by the terrifying power of the blood-red cannon. His body was covered with scars, and his blood dyed the surrounding bricks and stones red, making it particularly glaring.

The entire battlefield seemed to freeze at this moment, all sounds disappeared, leaving only Tianyu's lonely and determined figure and the shocking scene on the wall.

Yu Lin gently placed the tennis racket in his hand aside, his action revealing a sense of calmness and indifference.

He slowly closed his eyes, and thousands of thoughts seemed to flow in his deep eyes. At this moment, he seemed not to be competing with his opponent, but to be praying silently for his opponent Ruo Renhong.

There was a subtle atmosphere in the air, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. For everyone present, those ten seconds were like a spiritual baptism.

When Yu Lin opened his eyes again, there was a hint of boredom in them.

He began to methodically adjust his coat, each movement appearing graceful and confident. Then, he took a step towards the sidelines, each step seeming to announce his victory to the audience.

"Referee, there is no need to continue this match." Tianyu's voice was calm and powerful, and his eyes swept coldly over the referee who was so shocked that he was speechless.

After a brief moment of daze, the referee finally came to his senses.

He quickly announced, "Since Jounari Shonan's player Wakato Hiroshi has lost his ability to fight for some reason, according to the rules of the competition, this singles match will be won by Hyotei Academy's player Tian Yulin."

This announcement seemed to ignite the fire of passion in the hearts of the Bingdi cheerleaders. They instantly burst into cheers as violent as a tsunami. The sound resounded through the sky, filled with admiration and respect for Tian Yulin.

At that moment, Coach Huacun seemed to have been drained of all her strength. She was no longer the calm and composed coach who was in control of the game, but a helpless "mother" who watched her beloved disciple suffer such a heavy blow.

She slumped on the cold ground. The noise and cheers of the audience around her seemed to be isolated from her in two different worlds. Her world was left with only endless silence and despair.

Her eyes were fixed on Ruo Renhong's struggling figure. Every slight movement was like a sharp blade, cutting deep scars in her heart.

She knew that this defeat meant more than just a loss in a match; it could be the end of Wakato Hiroshi's tennis career. His body might recover, but his desire for victory and his love for tennis might be completely destroyed by this brutal match.

"Wakato Hiroshi... is he... finished?" Coach Huacun muttered to herself, her voice filled with resentment and pain. Her eyes were red, tears welling up in them, but they never fell.

She didn't want to believe this fact, but the reality was so cruel that she had to face it.

She looked up at Tian Yulin's back as he was about to disappear from her sight. At this moment, he became the most hateful existence in her eyes.

She used all her strength to roar out the anger and confusion in her heart: "Why! Why did you do this?! He is just a boy who loves tennis. Why did you so cruelly deprive him of his dream?!"

Tian Yulin paused slightly, but he didn't turn around. He replied in a calm and firm voice, "Competitive sports are inherently a brutal contest. The winner is king, and the strong are respected. Here, there is no sympathy, no mercy, only victory and defeat. Ruo Renhong may be a good opponent, but he hasn't shown the proper respect for the strong."

After saying that, Tian Yulin didn't stay for another second and continued to stride towards the bench.

He knew he needed to rest and prepare for the afternoon match. (System: Come on, host, you've only served three times, are you just going to rest for nothing?)

After this scene, Aoi Hanamura fell into deep silence. Her eyes were empty and deep, as if they could swallow up all the noise and anxiety.

Although she tried to maintain an extraordinarily calm expression on her face, she ordered two substitute players to carefully help Ruo Renhong off the court as quickly as possible.

However, it was precisely beneath this seemingly calm scene that concealed the turbulent waves surging in her heart - her nails had been deeply embedded in her palms at some point, leaving behind a series of fine and bright red marks, just like a true reflection of her inner pain and unwillingness.

In just three games, her team had lost five elite players. Every fallen figure was like a huge rock, weighing heavily on her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Those painful groans and the final unwilling collapse, each scene was like a sharp blade cutting her heart, making her feel unprecedented despair and powerlessness.

But she knew that as a coach, she couldn't fall down, and she couldn't let her emotions affect the rest of the team.

At this moment, she no longer dared to hope for victory. Her desire for the championship and pursuit of glory seemed so distant and unreal at this moment.

Her only wish now is that the remaining team members can complete the next game safely. No matter what the result is, as long as they can stand on the field in good health, it will be the greatest comfort to her.