The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"Look, it's Yue Ren's lunar ambush."

"And one more thing, Senior Mido's super-fast half-intercept attack!"

.....

With two consecutive shots, he used different styles of ball skills to launch a fierce counterattack, which made Fuji Yuta immediately lose interest in receiving the ball again.

How did things turn out like this?

"Game, Natsume Tsukiya, One Game to Love!"

"Change court!"

The referee quickly announced the score.

"Fuji's younger brother, you have ten minutes left to defeat me."

The moment the two brushed past each other, Natsume Tsuki also stopped in his tracks.

Fuji Yuuta pursed his lips, then suddenly turned his head, inwardly seething with indignation, "That guy..."

Natsume Tsukiya turned his head and smiled, then continued walking forward.

The sunlight, like transparent glass pillars, slanted and scattered from the sky. Yuta Fuji stared at that slender, green figure for a moment, then turned and walked back towards his own basketball court.

"No matter what, I have to do my best, otherwise I won't be able to catch up with my brother..."

His palms were already aching from the racket gripping the racket, but he still tightened his grip even more.

"The service game was broken just like that."

Guan Yuechu frowned and stared intently at the scene:

"What should you do next, Yuta?"

He looked at the Hyotei camp opposite him:

"Those guys on the other side look like something terrible has happened, or rather, the performance of that guy on the court has surprised us? The coach of Hyotei really knows how to give people the wrong impression."

"Tap tap tap!"

A refreshing breeze blew by, and Natsume Tsuki gripped the tennis ball in his hand, a sharp glint in his eyes, before glancing at the sidelines.

Mido felt a chill run down her spine.

I watched as the ball was tossed into the air.

"One ball~~enters the soul!"

Natsume Tsuki uttered four words in a low voice, which stirred something in Ootori Chotaro's heart.

"Thump~ Whoosh~"

With a loud bang, followed by the sound of a high-speed train rushing past, the lemon-colored ball, crackling with electricity, vanished from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

"Snap!"

A loud bang exploded in Fuji Yuta's eardrums, followed by the thud of a tennis ball bouncing naturally on the ground.

"What...?"

Fuji Yuta felt a cool breeze brush past his ear. When he turned around, he saw a fist-sized gray mark on the field behind him, along with the ball, which was rolling back.

"What exactly happened just now?"

Kanzuki felt a jolt, abruptly stood up, stared at the marks on the court, then looked at Natsume Tsukiya:

"What did that guy just do?! What?! One shot, one kill!"

"What happened?"

"have no idea."

"Did you see that?"

"No, it flashed by too quickly."

"Does this count as a score?"

...

"ACE!"

"Fifteen Love!"

The referee announced two results in quick succession.

"The serve resulted in a direct point."

What kind of monsters are lurking in Hyotei?

They looked around in shock, each person's eyes filled with astonishment.

As a reporter, Inoue Mamoru was also deeply shocked at that moment, standing there dumbfounded.

"That's my powerful serve."

Ootori Chotaro muttered to himself.

"Tap tap tap~"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground rang out again.

"Bang!"

"Tap tap tap!"

The sound of something hitting the wire mesh was followed by the sound of it falling to the ground.

"ACE!"

"Thirty Love!"

Another point scored from a non-contact serve.

This completely stunned everyone.

Shock,

I was utterly shocked.

210 kilometers per hour.

At St. Rudolph Academy, the sturdy captain, Akazawa Yoshiro, looked at the speed measuring device in his hand with a look of embarrassment and read it aloud in surprise.

"What, two hundred?"

Everyone from St. Rudolph College gathered around.

Akazawa Yoshiro looked at Fuji Yuuta, who was standing there dumbfounded, and said:

"Yuta can't even feel the ball, it's too fast."

"This is beyond the scope of hair extensions for middle school students."

"..." Akazawa Yoshiro was embarrassed.

Guan Yuechu kept counting on her fingers, her mind in a state of panic.

He was devastated when he was defeated by Seigaku in the quarterfinals.

This match was St. Rudolf's last hope.

"Yuta, you can't lose."

Guan Yuechu shouted towards the field without regard for anything else.

Fuji Yuta snapped out of his daze and looked at Mizuki.

"Bang!"

"Forty Love!"

After a brief silence, another goal was scored.

"215 kilometers per hour!"

This time, it was Hyotei's Ryo Mido whose pupils trembled:

"It surpasses the results of the school's selection competition."

"One ball~Enter the soul!"

Natsume Tsukiya swung his racket, and the last ball exploded out.

"Bang!!"

"Game of Love: Natsume Tsukiya!"

The referee, deeply shocked, announced that he had never seen a high school student with such speed before.

"220 kilometers per hour..."

The crowd had long since stopped caring about the outcome; they stared at the numbers on the testing device, falling into silence and astonishment.

"This is truly...shocking."

"Is he really a high school student like us?"

"You can't be kidding me, how could you hit a shot like that?"

"Wow, Hyotei is really strong!"

.....

Fuji Yuta's clothes were already soaked.

He was helpless in the face of this.

I used to think I was a strong person, but now it seems...

Fuji Yuta's confidence has waned.

.....

Meanwhile, Ootori Chotaro was filled with excitement:

"Incredibly, no mistakes!"

He was constantly trying to improve his serve speed, but no matter what, he couldn't control the ball accurately and still made mistakes.

Ryo Mikito added from the side:

"Not only did you avoid any mistakes, but your speed increased with each attempt. Chotaro, did you remember that?"

Ootori Chotaro just stared blankly at the scene.

The guy who made it into the Hyotei team with his powerful serve is using his signature move. Now that there's hope for improvement, how can he not be excited?

"Hello, it's me, Mamoru Inoue."

Reporter Inoue Morina has already begun using his connections to investigate Natsume Tsukiya, just as he did with Fudomine.

"Yes, that's right. I need all his information. Thank you!"

After hanging up the phone, Inoue looked at the scene. This year has truly been an extraordinary year, with many remarkable figures emerging.

The image of Seigaku's dark horse—Echizen Ryoma—came into his mind.

"Bang!"

On the field.

After being woken up by Kanzuki, Fuji Yuuta fought back fiercely.

But ultimately, it was too late to reverse the situation.

"Match over! Natsume Tsukiya wins, score 6-0!"

The referee's voice was loud, echoing throughout the entire stadium:

"In the loser's bracket revival match between Hyotei Academy and St. Rudolf Academy, Hyotei Academy took an early 3-0 lead, securing their place in the Kanto Tournament. Following the rule of playing a full five matches, the next step will be the singles matches between the two teams..."

"New wife?!"

Natsume Tsuki snapped his fingers and called out towards the door.

The long-legged beauty, carrying a towel in one hand and a stopwatch in the other, waved it around and said:

"14 minutes and 30 seconds!!"

Everyone heard it.

"Less than fifteen minutes."

"He defeated Yuta in just fourteen minutes. That guy is terrifyingly strong."

"That's incredible, Hyotei this year."

......

Cheers, discussions, and silence.

St. Rudolph remained silent.

"Damn it, is that all?"

"That guy Yuta didn't even score a single point, not even one point."

"We, St. Rudolph, can no longer participate in the Kanto Tournament, nor can we participate in the National Tournament."

.....

Guan Yuechu listened to these comments and didn't know what to say for a moment.

At this moment, Inui Sadaharu of Seigaku finally arrived, asking, "Is everything over?"