The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

Chapter 160 Ryoga Echizen is expelled from the team!

"Tap tap tap~"

Ryoma Echizen, with one foot forward and the other backward, assumed a serving stance and repeatedly slapped the tennis ball. His face was so dark it could drip water, and the oppressive atmosphere around him almost enveloped everyone.

A faint halo appeared on his wrist, and wisps of dazzling energy slowly rose up his forearm, wrapped in an undeniable tenacity—a sign that the state of selflessness was about to begin.

"The state of no-self?"

Yukimura Seiichi, wearing a coat, leaned against the railing outside the court, his gaze fixed on the field. He spoke softly, his tone carrying a hint of understanding: "That kid from Seigaku seems to have made up his mind about something."

Genichiro Sanada stared intently at the court, his lips pressed tightly together, saying nothing.

He carried the grudge against Kirihara Akaya in his heart, and at this moment he was staring intently at Natsume Tsukiya, wanting to thoroughly etch the strength of this mysterious opponent into his mind.

"How will Natsume Tsukiya deal with Echizen?"

Kawamura Takashi suddenly spoke up, his tone tinged with barely concealed worry, as well as a hint of curiosity about the top-level showdown.

Eiji Kikumaru sighed heavily, his eyes drooping, his tone full of helplessness: "What else can we do? I just hope he doesn't get shut out again."

"Is Eiji-senpai convinced that Echizen will lose?"

Kaoru Kaidou frowned, a hint of resentment in his voice.

He had trained with Echizen Ryoma in the mountains and knew the boy's tenacity. He was unwilling to admit that his efforts were inferior to others, so he naturally disagreed with Kikumaru Eiji's assertion.

"But it's true."

Eiji Kikumaru shrugged, his tone growing increasingly helpless: "Echizen can't even beat Tezuka, let alone Natsume Tsukiya."

He never brought up the fact that his team had been shut out, as it would have been too embarrassing for Seigaku.

"No matter what, we have to believe in that kid Echizen!"

Takeshi Momoshiro clenched his fist and shouted towards the court, "Go, Echizen!"

"That's right, now we have no choice but to believe him."

Kikumaru Eiji beamed, raised his hands, and shouted, "Go for it, little one!!!"

call out--

The sound of something cutting through the air was sharp and piercing, followed by a muffled thud as Ryoma Echizen swung his racket to serve.

The ball was as fast and precise as a laser, carrying a more chilling aura than when he played against Wei Taro on the right wing, permeating the entire stadium.

Everyone present couldn't help but be slightly moved, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

"Bang!"

The ball landed steadily on the cross point in the center of Natsume Tsukiya's racket, spinning powerfully and making a buzzing sound.

Natsume Tsukiya felt a slight vibration in his fingertips, clearly sensing that Echizen Ryoma's progress was indeed rapid.

If this ball were thrown by an ordinary middle school student, they would certainly be helpless.

But he was never an ordinary middle school student.

On this tennis court, he is the sole ruler, the unshakeable true god.

Moreover, he didn't feel any enjoyment fighting against Echizen Ryoma.

Only two kinds of emotions can be captured:

It's either the opponent's arrogant sense of superiority, or their gloomy, tear-like face when they lose.

Ryoma Echizen is completely different from Kintaro Toyama; one is full of unruly angularity, while the other is full of pure enthusiasm.

Natsume Tsukiya's initial motivation for playing tennis was simple: either to gain exhilarating joy or to win a victory with no suspense.

Clearly, facing Ryoma Echizen, he only has one more path to take.

He couldn't be bothered to get entangled with Echizen Ryoma any further; in this man, he only saw a kind of obsessive, fanatical obsession:

He had to win every match; if he lost, he would show his displeasure and couldn't tolerate the slightest setback.

So, "Bang!"

"Zero to fifteen!"

Natsume Tsukiya swung his racket with composure, easily winning the point with an overwhelming advantage.

"This is bad!"

Momoshiro Takeshi gritted his teeth, his voice filled with anxiety: "That brat Echizen didn't even have time to react!"

"This kind of competition—"

Fuji Syusuke turned his head to look at Inui Sadaharu, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

Inui Sadaharu pushed up his glasses and flipped the notebook in his hand over. The handwriting on it was clear and glaring: "Echizen's probability of winning is zero percent."

The group from Seigaku froze on the spot, their faces filled with disbelief.

Everyone knew that Natsume Tsukiya was incredibly talented, but deep down they still held onto a sliver of hope that Echizen could create a miracle, even if it was just to win one point!

Kikumaru Eiji sighed heavily, "Even Inui says so, it seems there really is no hope."

Shuichiro Oishi looked worried: "I just hope that Echizen won't be too upset after losing."

"!"

"Zero to thirty!"

"!"

"Zero to forty!"

"Bang!"

"Game, Natsume Tsukiya, the score is 0 to 1!"

"Too fast!"

The discussion was lively. Almost as soon as Echizen Ryoma served, Natsume Tsukiya immediately returned the ball and scored. The referee's announcement followed closely behind, so fast that no one could react or even catch their breath.

"Someone like that dares to go up and challenge us?"

Byodoin Phoenix chuckled, his tone full of provocation, glancing sideways at Echizen Ryoma beside him, clearly trying to provoke him.

Ryoga Echizen felt a surge of anger rising within him, his knuckles clenching so tightly they turned white.

On the court, Ryoma Echizen was like a child who had just started playing tennis, being unilaterally crushed and bombarded by Tsukiya Natsume. The stark contrast in their performance fueled his anger, and his impatience was almost overflowing.

He suddenly stood up and walked down the steps one by one, his aura was frighteningly cold, and every step he took was filled with suppressed hostility.

"I remember you said that you wouldn't lose to anyone when you played tennis, right?"

Natsume Tsukiya lightly patted the tennis ball, looked up at Echizen Ryoma, and spoke in a calm tone with a hint of doubt.

Ryoma Echizen frowned and muttered impatiently, "You're so noisy—"

Before the words were even finished, "Bang!"

With a loud bang, Natsume Tsuki had already swung his racket to serve, and the tennis ball bounced out with explosive force.

"Fifteen to zero!"

Ryoma Echizen, who had just relaxed slightly, froze on the spot, his face full of astonishment. He hadn't even seen his opponent's swing.

"Bang!"

"ACE!"

"Bang!"

"ACE!"

"Bang!"

"ACE!"

"Game, Natsume Tsukiya, the score is two to zero!"

The discussions outside the arena grew increasingly noisy, with the middle school students almost unanimously expressing their pessimism: "Is there really any need to continue this kind of competition? It's just one-sided beatings."

"Even if Echizen has reached the state of selflessness, he is no match for Natsume Tsukiya. The difference in strength is too great."

"Even Kintaro Toyama's limitless perfection is useless, let alone the state of selflessness? Echizen is overestimating himself."

"That kid probably thinks that if others can't do it, he definitely can. He's too arrogant."

The high school students were filled with doubt, and suspicion began to creep in: "Does he not have any hidden tricks or special moves at all? With this little bit of skill, he dares to challenge Natsume Tsukiya?"

"If they weren't holding back, how dare they go up there so rashly? Were they just here to embarrass themselves?"

"Hahahaha," the high school students burst into laughter, especially those who had been looked down upon by Echizen Ryoma in the past. They were particularly happy and laughed loudly, their tone full of sarcasm.

"Bang bang bang!"

The following matches were neither suspenseful nor interesting.

Ryoma Echizen couldn't even touch the ball once, let alone win a single point. Apart from his own service games, he was completely dominated by Tsukiya Natsume and had no chance to fight back.

"Game, Natsume Tsukiya, score 0 to 5!"

The discussion outside the arena exploded, almost entirely mocking Echizen Ryoma for overestimating himself. Those words were like needles piercing the hearts of the Seigaku members.

Ryoga Echizen leaned against the railing near Tsukiya Natsume and, taking advantage of a break in the match, spoke in a cold tone: "It's best not to be too arrogant, otherwise, you'll lose the tennis skills that God gave you sooner or later."

"What is he saying?"

Those who didn't know Ryoga Echizen looked puzzled and whispered among themselves, finding his words strange, as if he were giving some kind of code.

Only Byodoin Phoenix had a wicked smile playing on his lips, as if he enjoyed watching the drama unfold, and his eyes were full of amusement.

He knew that Ryoga Echizen was threatening Tsukiya Natsume, and that a good show was about to begin.

Are you threatening me?

Natsume Tsukiyomi still didn't turn around, continuing to gently bounce the tennis ball, his demeanor calm and relaxed, showing no sign of emotion towards Ran, as if Ran's warning was just a passing breeze.

"It's a reminder."

Ryoga Echizen tossed the stolen orange into the air, caught it steadily, and ran his fingertips along the peel. His tone carried a hint of Lan Rong's questioning warning: "Sometimes, losing a game or two isn't necessarily a bad thing, Lan, is that right?"

"Oh?"

Natsume Tsuki responded lazily, showing no sign of caring.

The next second, a dazzling light gradually appeared in his palm. The tennis ball he held in his palm was gradually enveloped by the halo of light, which grew brighter and brighter, exuding a world-destroying power.

He slowly raised his paddle, aiming it at Echizen Ryoma.

"Threatening me will come at a price."

Natsume Tsukiya's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his aura instantly became sharp, creating a sense of oppression that made everyone present feel a tightness in their chests.

Ryoga Echizen was taken aback, clearly not expecting Natsume Tsuki to be so forceful, even to the point of considering Lan Xi's death.

Genichiro Sanada was also jolted, his jaw clenched, staring intently at Tsukiya Natsume, his eyes blazing with fury.

really!

Natsume Tsukiya used this strange technique to secretly harm Kirihara Akaya!

Byodoin Phoenix's smile gradually faded, replaced by ruthlessness and solemnity. He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in this ball, far exceeding his own Light Strike Ball.

Oni Jujiro said in a deep voice, "If this ball is hit, that Chu Tou Sheng will basically be crippled."

Akutsu scoffed, his tone laced with disdain: "That guy really has no eyes, daring to threaten Natsume Tsukiya. He's asking for trouble."

Sengoku Kiyosumi looked on in astonishment and murmured, "That tennis ball—it's glowing? That's unbelievable."

"What's going on? Why is the tennis ball glowing?"

"Lan knows, but this is just too outrageous!"

"How did Natsume Tsukiya do that? That's just ordinary tennis technique!"

Lan Fang's reaction was extremely violent, and the entire venue descended into chaos.

Even the few skilled practitioners in the monitoring room were horrified, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Sato frowned, exasperated: "Should Ran stop the match immediately? If this continues, Ryoma Echizen will be in trouble!"

Takumi Ryuji chimed in, "Echizen Ryoma is someone Mifune Yuzuru values ​​highly. If he's seriously injured, we won't be able to explain it to him."

Kurobe remained calm and resolute, leaving no room for negotiation: "Since he chose to take on the challenge, he should be prepared to bear the consequences."

Once you step out of this training camp, someone might call a halt at a crucial moment on the competition field outside.

If they can't even handle this small crisis, then even if they're included in the national team, it's meaningless.

Sato and Takumi Ryuji fell silent and did not refute him anymore. Kurobe's words were all reasonable.

"Bang!"

Natsume Tsukiya swung his racket, and the tennis ball, still enveloped in light, hurtled towards Echizen Ryoma like a meteorite, carrying a devastating force that made the air buzz and created a sharp gust of wind.

Ryoma Echizen was initially filled with surprise.

He never expected that Natsume Tsukiya had already mastered the Light Strike!

He had hoped to master this move before Natsume Tsukiya. He had been delighted to see Akutsu use the Disaster Technique before, but now, seeing Natsume Tsukiya use it so skillfully, his surprise was instantly replaced by a strong fighting spirit.

He gripped his racket tightly, a defiant smile even playing on his lips. Such a shot might be too much for Lan to handle!

But only Ryoga Echizen knew just how terrifying the power of that shot was.

This shot is completely different from the Phoenix of Byodoin's powerful yet restrained light-hitting shot. It is more violent and destructive. If one were to catch it, one would surely suffer broken bones and serious injuries.

"Bang!"

"Click click click"

The racket was subjected to great force, making a cracking sound as if it were being crushed under heavy pressure. The outer paint peeled off little by little, and wood chips fell off with a rustling sound.

Ryoma Echizen felt unprecedented pressure. At the critical moment, he could no longer hold back. He jumped off the court and instantly flashed in front of Ryoma Echizen. He raised his racket and swung it with all his might to block the fatal blow for him.

However, the hasty response made it impossible to completely return the ball.

"Bang!"

Ryoma Echizen slammed the ball against the wall beside him. With a loud thud, thick smoke dissipated, revealing a one-meter-deep crater in the wall, with rubble falling down in a shocking manner.

Everyone was instantly horrified. Many were stunned by the terrifying power, frozen in place, muttering, "This—is this playing tennis? This is murder!"

"This is terrifying! Natsume Tsukiya actually possesses such strength? He's practically inhuman!"

"If that blow had hit someone, Lan Kan could not imagine the consequences—"

Yukimura Seiichi, Keigo Kyube, Ranji Syusuke, Mizuki Hajime, Kinaka Eishiro, and other top first-time survivors were all dumbfounded, speechless for a moment, their eyes filled with shock and lingering fear.

The students exchanged glances, a chill creeping into their hearts. They no longer dared to underestimate him, and their gazes toward Natsume Tsukiya were now filled with fear.

Just then, Kurobe's cold yet discreet voice rang out over the loudspeaker, piercing through the noise of the entire venue: "Echizen Ryoga has violated the training camp rules and is immediately expelled from the U17 team."