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

Sure enough, at this moment when the game was about to come to an end, an accident came quietly like an uninvited guest.

The score was deadlocked at 5-5, every point was very important, and the two players spared no effort to fight for the final victory.

However, as the limits of physical strength were constantly being pushed, the steps of the players on both sides began to become heavy, and their bodies swayed on the court, as if they would be swallowed up by this fierce battle at any time.

At this decisive moment, a seemingly ordinary chase became the fuse that turned the game around.

The opponent, Kirihara Akaya, suddenly slipped while running quickly, as if the court under his feet instantly turned into a swamp, swallowing him mercilessly.

His body lost balance, and with a heavy thud, he fell to the cold ground in a mess, with dust flying everywhere, reflecting his helplessness and struggle at the moment.

When the Rikkai University team members witnessed this scene, anxiety surged in their hearts like a tide.

They all stopped what they were doing and, regardless of the tense atmosphere of the game, anxiously called out Kirihara Akaya's name in their hearts.

However, Kirihara Akaya seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, ignoring the calls from those around him.

His body lay quietly on the ground, motionless, and only the sound of rapid breathing proved that he had not lost consciousness.

Hiyoshi stopped and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. Although this game was very important to Hyotei, he was still unwilling to take advantage of others.

"Kirihara-san, are you okay?" Hiyoshi's voice was slightly concerned, which seemed particularly different in this tense atmosphere of confrontation.

He tried to wake Kirihara up, but Kirihara Akaya remained lying on the ground, as if the whole world had stopped, with only his heavy breathing and the sound of sweat dripping onto the ground echoing.

Time seems to be stretched at this moment, and every passing second is heartbreaking.

The audience held their breath, and the air was filled with an indescribable tension.

……

30 seconds passed.

The referee finally lost his patience and his serious voice echoed across the court: "Kirhara-san, if you still have the ability to continue playing, please answer. Otherwise, according to the rules, this match will be declared a loss for Rikkai University."

However, all he got in response was still silence. Kirihara Akaya seemed to have truly fallen into a deep sleep, completely unaware of anything in the outside world.

Just when everyone thought the game was over and Rikkai University's defeat was inevitable, an unexpected turn of events suddenly occurred on the field.

Kirihara Akaya's body suddenly felt as if it had been electrocuted, and his body was shaking violently.

Slowly, almost with an irresistible force, he struggled to his feet from the ground, his back to the referee's seat, his tone revealing unquestionable determination: "Referee, I haven't fallen yet! I can still continue the game! Hehehehe!"

As he finished speaking, an extraordinary change quietly took place in him.

His originally thick and vibrant black hair gradually lost its original color under the astonished gaze of everyone, becoming as pale as the first snow in winter, forming a sharp contrast with his skin at the moment.

His skin, as if stained by the afterglow of the setting sun, gradually turned red, revealing a strange glow, as if boiling blood was flowing in his body.

When Kirihara Akaya finally turned around and faced everyone, everyone was shocked.

His face looked a little disheveled from the fall just now - blood was slowly sliding down the tip of his nose, and there were a few tiny scratches on his cheeks.

He wiped the wound casually with the dusty sleeve of his team uniform, as if he had lost his sense of pain.

"Hiyoshi," he stared at his opponent, a strange smile on his lips, his voice low and threatening, "Next, it's your turn. Dye me red, hehehehehe!"

Hiyoshi Waka stood there in a daze, staring with empty eyes at Kirihara Akaya who was almost out of control on the field. The crazy and persistent figure made him feel inexplicably uneasy and worried.

……

Yanagi Renji, at this moment, also showed a rare solemn expression.

His eyes were fixed on Genichirō Sanada in front of him.

Needless to say, both of them knew that Kirihara Akaya's current state was a double-edged sword, which could cut off all obstacles for them, but it could also backfire and hurt himself.

"Sanada, are you sure you want to continue like this? I'm worried about Kirihara's condition..." Yanagi Renji's voice was low and full of concern. He knew very well what kind of weight Sanada, as the deputy director, carried on his shoulders, but out of responsibility to his teammates, he couldn't help but express his concerns.

Upon hearing this, Sanada Genichirō's gaze grew even more resolute. He shook his head slightly, his voice steady and powerful, "Renji, I understand your concerns. But you also know that Rikkai University needs this victory more than ever. Yukimura is still in the hospital awaiting surgery. Akaya's strength is exactly what we need right now."

When Yanagi Renji heard this, a complex emotion surged in his heart.

But he did not object, the king Rikkai's three consecutive championships had no blind spots!

"Yes, for Yukimura and for Rikkai University, Kirihara must give his all in this game." Yanagi Renji said silently in his heart, and at the same time cast a complex and determined look at Kirihara Akaya.

At that moment, he seemed to be saying to Kirihara: "I'm sorry, Kirihara, but Rikkai University needs your strength now."

……

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Kirihara Akaya's mouth. He slowly licked his dry lips, with madness flashing in his eyes.

With a low roar, he swung the tennis racket in his hand violently, and a sharp knuckle serve cut through the air, with a sharp whistling sound, and went straight to Hiyoshi's defense line.

The small yellow sphere seemed to be given life as it went straight for Hiyoshi's knee, its intention obvious and undisguised.

When Hiyoshiruo saw this, his eyes instantly turned cold as ice. He knew very well how dangerous this ball was, but he had no intention of retreating.

With his extraordinary reaction speed and superb skills, Hiyoshi easily adjusted his position, swung the racket at an almost unreasonable angle, and successfully sent the murderous ball back to the opponent's half.

However, this was just the beginning. Kirihara Akaya's attacks did not stop, but became more and more intense.

Kirihara poured all his strength into every shot that followed. Every swing of his racket was like a carefully planned attack, and every ball was like a precise missile, aimed directly at Hiyoshi's knees. He wanted to completely destroy his opponent.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Hiyoshiwaka had to devote all his energy to defense.

He knew that if he continued like this, he would be exposed sooner or later, but there was no other way, this was the only way he could protect his body.

However, in such a desperate situation, a look of determination suddenly flashed in Hijiruo's eyes.

He knew that he could not sit idly by and wait for death, but had to take the initiative and look for opportunities to fight back.

At this moment, Qi Yuanze seemed to have fallen into his own frenzy. He laughed maniacally, his voice full of contempt for his opponent: "Watch how I dye you red, Hiyoshi Waka! It's been too long since I felt the pleasure of destroying a genius, hahahaha..."

His laughter echoed around the court, full of menace.

However, Hiyoshiwaka just smiled coldly at all this, he knew that the real contest had just begun.