The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"..."

Momoshiro Takeshi had never seen such a glib-tongued person before, and he was momentarily stunned. However, he was not afraid. No matter how powerful the other party was, there were only a handful of people of that caliber in the entire country.

Thinking of this,

I felt a little more at ease.

His eyes also became more determined.

"Hey, Momoshiro."

Ju Xing gently called out to Momoshiro Takeshi.

"What?" Takeshi Momoshiro turned his head to reply.

"Are you really going to fight him?" Tachibana An asked, glancing at Natsume Tsukiya.

"What, are you afraid he'll lose?" Natsume Tsukiya asked.

Ju Xing clenched her fist angrily: "No way!"

"Then I'm relieved."

"rest assured?"

"Defeat him with confidence and boldness."

Natsume Tsuki also slung his racket over his shoulder and said with a grin:

"Once I beat him, let's start dating."

"No way!"

"Let's go on a date."

Natsume Tsuki chuckled and carried his racket forward, completely ignoring Tachibana An's reaction.

"Hey, I said I don't want to."

Tachibana An called out from behind:

"Did you hear me?"

"A date! A date!"

Natsume Tsuki also walked onto the court.

Momoshiro Takeshi frowned deeply. It seemed he had to teach this guy a lesson today. He said:

"This kind of unreasonable behavior is unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable."

Listening to him muttering incoherently on the other side, Natsume Tsuki, also leaning on his racket, asked in confusion:

"What is unforgivable?"

"Forcing girls to go on dates is unforgivable."

Momoshiro Takeshi stared straight at him.

Who is it?!

Natsume Tsukiya looked around, seemingly searching for the guy Momoshiro Takeshi had mentioned who forced others.

Momoshiro Takeshi's brows twitched like worms; he was truly defeated. This guy was simply impossible to deal with. He said:

"Let's let tennis do the talking."

"Natsume Tsukiya versus Seigaku's Momoshiro Takeshi, a single game to decide the winner. Momoshiro, serve!"

Bu Chuan from Yulin acted as the temporary referee and shouted in a serious tone.

"good!"

Takeshi Momoshiro gripped the tennis ball tightly and shouted:

"They're about to go!"

"call out!"

The tennis ball, tossed into the air, slowly rose. Momoshiro Takeshi watched the ball drift further and further away from him, his mind drifting back to the school ranking tournament. He glanced at the grinning guy opposite him, who was even looking at Tachibana An and laughing, and felt inexplicably annoyed.

"Bang!"

With a powerful swing of his strong arm, he sent the ball flying straight into the opposite court with a loud thud.

"good!"

Ju Xing clapped and cheered:

"That's fast."

Buchuan:

"Momoshiro's skills have improved even more since the regional preliminaries."

"Can you catch it?" Quan asked, staring at the ball.

"I can receive it."

As Natsume Tsuki replied, he swung his racket and hit the ball.

"Alright, today I'll teach you a lesson for your insolence."

Natsume Tsukiya also hit a high lob.

Momoshiro Takeshi rushed forward, leaped up, spread his arms, aimed at the opposite court, shouted, and smashed the tennis ball into Natsume Tsukiya's court.

"This is?"

Bu Chuan cried out in surprise:

"A jump attack during his fight against Yamabuki?!"

"We scored!" Izumi shouted immediately afterward.

"...Is he going to take the hit head-on?"

Seeing Natsume Tsukiya rush forward, Tachibana An was puzzled. Then, seeing Natsume Tsukiya suddenly leap up, she exclaimed in surprise:

"ah?!"

"Bang!"

"Snapped!"

A deafening bang rang in our ears.

Momoshiro Takeshi felt a chill brush past his ear while his body was still in the air. He turned his head and saw the tennis ball spinning on the ground, leaving afterimages. Gradually, a pungent smell of smoke entered his nostrils.

"What?!"

on site,

Everyone was surprised.

Momoshiro Takeshi was even more horrified, abruptly turning his head to look at the guy opposite him who had imitated his 'thud' sound, stammering, "How could this be?"

Bu Chuan: "What...happened?"

Izumi: "Just now, I remember, he jumped up, right?"

Bu Chuan: "So, he caught Momoshiro's spike in mid-air?"

Izumi: "It seems..."

Bu Chuan: "Who exactly is this guy? He's terrifying."

.....

The two men's moderately loud discussion, filled with surprise, disbelief, and unexpected emotions, was all heard by Momoshiro Takeshi.

He couldn't help but recall the scene that had caught him off guard.

He jumped up to smash the ball.

In that instant, the guy on the other side had already started running. Was he prepared from that moment on?

"Momoshiro's forward run brought a force that was incomparable to that of ordinary people. He jumped and smashed the ball, and the action was completed in an instant. In other words, when Momoshiro jumped and reached the highest point, that Natsume had already started to jump. That's how he was able to..."

On the sidelines, Ju Xing was also reminiscing about the unexpected scene that had just unfolded:

"Momoshiro... he was actually defeated mid-air?!"

Natsume Tsuki also turned to Tachibana An with a grin:

"I'm pretty amazing, aren't I?"

Ju Xing was taken aback, unsure how to answer. His power was beyond her imagination, but...

"Momoshiro, still not admitting defeat?"

Natsume Tsukiya also swung his racket brightly, pointed at the slightly gloomy Momoshiro Takeshi, and shouted:

"I am a master among masters. If we continue fighting, you have no chance of winning."

Momoshiro Takeshi was still secretly wondering when he heard Natsume Tsukiya's words. His brow furrowed instantly, and he glanced at the ball at his feet before retreating to the vicinity of the baseline.

"No matter what, Momoshiro will not run away at this time."

Ju Xing secretly speculated:

"Being scared off after just one point is definitely not Momoshiro's intention."

"Orange's sister, should I go easy on her?"

Startled by the sudden interruption, Tachibana An exclaimed, "Huh?"

"Should I go easy on Momoshiro?" Natsume Tsuki swung his racket with style.

"..." Momoshiro Takeshi's resentment grew even stronger.

Please give it your all.

Ju Xing clenched her delicate fist and said:

"To respect your opponent is to give it your all."

Momoshiro's grateful eyes were overflowing with gratitude.

The two guys from Yulin looked at Ju Xing as if she were a devil.

"Momoshiro, what do you think?" Natsume Tsuki also asked.

Don't look down on people.

Momoshiro Takeshi, with a cold expression, said:

"I'm serving."

"Bang!"

As Momoshiro Takeshi hit the ball, his expression changed from gloomy to cold and stern. The feeling of being eliminated completely disappeared, leaving only the thought of facing the opponent.

*Smack!*

A flash of yellow light.

Momoshiro Takeshi took only half a step before freezing in place.

"Referee, aren't you going to announce the result yet?" Natsume Tsuki also pointed at Fukawa.

"Love... Love thirty!" Bu Chuan snapped out of his surprise.

"What?"

This time, Tachibana An looked at Natsume Tsukiya seriously, increasingly incredulous, and murmured:

"Momoshiro... even he couldn't handle this?"

"I told you, I'm pretty good, right?" Natsume Tsuki also turned her face towards him with a smile.

"Who on earth is this guy?"

"How come I've never heard of someone this amazing before? Are you not from the Kanto region?"

"I'm not sure, it probably isn't."

.....

Izumi and Fukawa began investigating Natsume Tsukiya's identity there.

Anzu was also secretly puzzled. She came from the Kansai region and had never heard of this person before. Logically, someone so capable shouldn't be unknown to everyone...

"Love forty!"

Momoshiro Takeshi served another ball, which Natsume Tsukiya easily returned with a flick of his wrist.

"That guy is strong." With just a few counterattacks, Momoshiro Takeshi was already impressed by his strength.

"Hey, Fukawa, Momoshiro hasn't won a single point yet."

"Oh no, if this keeps up, my serve will be broken."

Fukawa shouted at Momoshiro Takeshi:

"Feed Momoshiro, hold your serve!"

"I know."

Momoshiro replied that he desperately wanted to hold his serve, but his opponent's return speed was simply too fast, so fast that he didn't even have a chance for a second point...

"Bang!"

Momoshiro Takeshi used all his strength this time, throwing away all his previous hesitations and focusing only on the last ball.

"Snapped!"

A flash of yellow light, just a flash.

Momoshiro Takeshi froze on the spot.

"Game of Love, Natsume Tsukiya!"

Bu Chuan from Yulin carefully announced the score.

"How is it?"

Natsume Tsuki also carried a tennis racket.

"Momoshiro, you've even lost your serve, are you still going to continue?"

Momoshiro Takeshi paused for a moment, his brows furrowed, and began walking towards the opposite side of the field. Clearly, he wouldn't give up on the match so easily.

Natsume Tsuki also shrugged at Tachibana An, who was at a loss for what to do, indicating his helplessness.

"How could this happen?"

Tachibana An is feeling conflicted. Momoshiro is clearly no match for Natsume Tsukiya, but there's nothing she can do to stop them.

Takeshi Momoshiro gripped his racket tightly with both hands, staring at his opponent, silently encouraging himself:

"We can catch them, and we can win."

"Momoshiro, it's time to serve."

Natsume Tsukiya grabbed the ball and said to him:

"A top-level player's serve is something most people can't return."

Momoshiro Takeshi's brows furrowed as he focused intently.

"call out."

"Bang!"

An arch-like curve flowed diagonally across the road. Momoshiro Takeshi's eyes were quick enough to catch it, but his feet couldn't keep up.

A loud explosion was heard.

It was too late to continue.

"This is no different from before," Izumi retorted.

Bu Chuan shook his head:

"At least Momoshiro was able to react. It seems that his shot is faster than his serve."

He then announced:

"Fifteen Love!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Momoshiro Takeshi was overjoyed. "I received it!"

Ju Xing's two round eyes darted back and forth. "I always feel like something's not quite right, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"Yay, Momoshiro, go for it!" The two guys from Yulin cheered Momoshiro in unison, seeing that he was finally able to fight Natsume Tsukiya.

"Alright, it's time to fight back."

Momoshiro Takeya's confidence soared, and he charged forward with great energy.

Hiyoshi, watching from the sidelines, was inwardly disdainful:

"If the minister hadn't been deliberately teasing you, with your strength, you would have been beaten to a pulp long ago. But it's good that you can relax. If we meet at the Kanto Tournament, then we'll have a good show..."

Outsiders naturally have no idea how rich his inner thoughts are.

Seeing that Momoshiro Takeshi was able to fight Natsume Tsuki to a standstill, Tachibana An couldn't help but shout loudly:

Go Taocheng!

"Okay, Tachibana's sister."

Momoshiro Takeshi was completely focused, while Natsume Tsuki replied to her with a playful smile.

"Hey, I wasn't talking to you, what are you doing?"

"But I can talk to you."

Natsume Tsukiya said as they talked:

"You're right, aren't you, Tachibana's sister?"

"Hey, what are you doing? Aren't you getting distracted?"

"No," Natsume Tsuki also said, "I'm a master, a master of masters, a master of masters. Momoshiro can't do anything to me."

"hateful..."

Seeing that he wasn't taking it seriously, Momoshiro Takeshi couldn't help but feel angry:

"You better take this seriously."

"What are you doing?"

Natsume Tsukiya pouted and said:

"Why are you angry, Momoshiro?"

"If you're going to play, then you need to take it seriously," Momoshiro said very seriously.

"Oh my!"

Natsume Tsuki didn't care at all:

"Wasn't I trying hard enough? Did you score any points?"

These words left Momoshiro Takeshi speechless. After exchanging hundreds of balls with the other two, only after this reminder did he realize that he was completely helpless against the guy opposite him!

I was quite surprised. I was so focused on catching the ball that I overlooked this issue. In the end, it was all because his previous counterattack was too intimidating.

The Yulin duo also began to have doubts:

"What happened? He was so powerful just now, how did he suddenly become like this?"

"Exactly, if they continue with their counterattack like they did just now, Momoshiro probably won't be able to hold out."

Takeshi Momoshiro: "Hey, you two, what are you talking about?"

Bu Chuan shouted:

"Hey, Momoshiro, we're telling the truth. This guy is different from before."

Tachibana An turned to look at Natsume Tsukiya:

Why didn't you hit it the way you did before?

"Hey, I can fight however I want."

Natsume Tsuki didn't care at all. After all, he didn't follow any rules when playing ball. He only had one principle: to do whatever he wanted. He didn't care that he was much stronger than Momoshiro Takeshi and that he could kill him with one blow. That would be too boring.

Therefore, he is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, making him seem like a completely different person. This is his "the stronger the opponent, the stronger he becomes" style, where the strength depends entirely on his mood.

In short, he can't possibly lose.

"Xiao Xing, would you like to have a cup of tea together?" Natsume Tsuki asked casually.

This greatly angered Momoshiro. He knew that the guy didn't take him seriously, but he was helpless and couldn't figure out the guy's true strength.

All I could do was swing my wet racket even harder.

"don't want!"

Ju Xing gave the same answer.

"That's a real shame." Natsume Tsuki said, his movements becoming more swift as he fired the ball into the corner with a thud.

Takeshi Momoshiro paused, staring blankly at the ball, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "I thought I could score..."

Looking up, the guy opposite him held his racket above his head, his hands behind his head, and said:

"I'm not playing anymore."

"Huh?!"

The group was filled with doubt.

"Why did you stop playing?" Tachibana An asked.

"Why should I waste my energy if you don't go on a date with me?" Natsume Tsuki also turned his head and stared at her with a smile.

Ju Xing pouted, "Hey, don't talk nonsense."

"Do you want to run away?"

Momoshiro Takeshi pointed at him and said.

"Momoshiro, we've played two rounds and you haven't scored a single point. Why should I run away?"

Natsume Tsukiya also shrugged.

"Am I avoiding winning?"

"......"

The group of people were all taken aback.

"Momoshiro, it seems like you didn't get a single point."

Momoshiro Takeshi frowned as he listened to their whispers, a competitive spirit igniting within him.