The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"Thirty Love!"

"Forty Love!"

"Game Atobe, one game to Love!"

.....

With a few snaps, four consecutive aces were scored, the serve resulting in an immediate point. The process was so short that it seemed no one had time to process what was happening before the game had become a one-sided and boring affair.

The first game of this match was an extremely bad experience for the two players from Fudomine.

If you score directly from a serve, what's the difference between that and not scoring at all?

"That's not satisfying enough."

Atobe Keigo smiled and turned to look at Tachibana Kippei outside the arena.

Upon hearing this, Kyosuke Uchimura and his companion were enraged. Indeed, Keigo Atobe's strength far exceeded their expectations. Rumors circulated that Atobe possessed national-level skill, as did Captain Tachibana, but today, Atobe's performance seemed even more formidable than the legends suggested...

Although the two were indignant at his words, there was nothing they could do.

They switched sides, and it was Fudomine duo's turn to serve.

With his eyes lowered, Mido Ryo followed Atobe Keigo to the opposite side of the field.

Kyosuke Uchimura was surprised to find that Atobe of Hyotei had left a large area of ​​the court empty, standing calmly near the right baseline with his racket in hand, showing no sign of defense.

"What exactly is he trying to do?" Mori Tatsutoku asked in a low voice, surprised.

"have no idea."

Kyosuke Uchimura pondered for a moment and then said:

"We'll just follow Captain Orange's instructions."

Both Kyosuke Uchimura and Kyosuke were understandably nervous, knowing that today's match would be more difficult than ever before.

"I wonder if the Avant-garde Assassin will still work?" Mori Tatsutoku glanced at Uchimura Kyosuke with concern.

"The opposing team consists entirely of second-year students, except for their captain, Tachibana Kippei."

Atobe Keigo suddenly spoke casually behind Mido Ryo, saying:

"As a third-year senior at Hyotei, Mido, you should be able to handle two people by yourself, right? It's all about that score from the tournament... It looks like they won't be able to compete, so you should settle it here."

Ryo Mido listened intently to every word, his brow furrowed, his entire body gathering strength. There was nothing that could be done about their opponent, Kippei Tachibana, being unable to participate. Therefore, as Atobe had said, a one-on-two fight would still be a way to restore Hyotei's honor.

"Atobe, don't interfere!"

"I have little interest in such small fry. But as the undisputed second-in-command of Hyotei, if we don't fight before that guy makes a name for himself, it would make Hyotei look cowardly."

Keigo Atobe, having already stood at the edge of the line, added:

"If you dare to lose even one point, even if Natsume tries to protect you, you'd better get out of the school team right now!"

A glint flashed in Meido Ryo's eyes, sharp and resolute.

Being around someone like Natsume Tsukiya, being tormented every now and then, all the anxiety in me has vanished, leaving only composure.

"Bang!"

Fudomine remained silent at this moment, while Mori Tatsutoku threw the ball with all his might, and the two, who had excellent teamwork, moved instantly.

Ryo Mido's footwork remained as firm as a stake, rooted to the backcourt, his eyes like a zoom lens, taking in everything opposite him.

For some reason, Natsume Tsuki's arms, which had undergone rigorous training, always felt different from others'. They not only felt full of power, but also had a solid texture.

The player gathers strength backward, prepares for the shot, and completes the movement with a very small arc, almost instantaneously, without wasting any energy.

"Bang!"

That ball burst forth briefly, passing by Kyosuke Uchimura's ear and skimming towards the corner.

Kyosuke Uchimura was startled and turned his head to look behind him, lifting the brim of his hat to see.

Mori Tatsutoku thought to himself:

"I can receive it!"

He channeled all his strength into his legs, sprinted towards the baseline, and with a resounding thud, launched a counterattack. Mori Tatsutoku couldn't help but feel a surge of smug satisfaction. "As long as Atobe Keigo doesn't interfere, we can handle this!"

He glanced at Atobe Keigo, secretly pleased but also resentful. Hyotei really underestimated him, and the urge to teach them a lesson grew stronger.

"Last time, we were able to defeat both Hyotei players; this time, with two against one, we might just win!"

Kyosuke Uchimura's confidence soared as he watched his teammate successfully launch a counter-attack.

He immediately perked up and stared intently at the ball.

Ryo Mido remained calm and composed, silently repeating three words in his mind: "Rikkai!"

"All along, Hyotei has seemed powerful, but as that guy said, they are all bark and no bite. Revenge against Rikkai is the belief of everyone at Hyotei, but this belief has always remained just a thought, and their strength has not improved. It wasn't until that guy appeared that this gap became tangible every day. Now..."

Ryo Mido has a deep understanding of strength. He has never had a powerful opponent who is both friend and foe, which has led to a lack of clarity among the members of Hyotei. Natsume Tsuki is that opponent who is both friend and foe. Like an X-ray in a hospital, he can clearly see the gaps between everyone's ribs. With his help, everyone in Hyotei is making rapid progress.

This match is undoubtedly Hyotei's chance to reclaim their glory, but it's even more crucial for consolidating their strength, with everyone constantly on their side as their enemy...

Ryo Mido no longer pursued immediate victory. As he twisted his wrist, he had already rehearsed countless attack points and counterattack points in his mind.

With a flick of the racket, an invisible line of energy is drawn, and the ball, like a needle, pulls at the light, traversing the court. Meido Ryo's footwork moves swiftly, already preparing the landing point for the opponent's counterattack.

Kyosuke Uchimura was short and wore a black hat. He ran with a hunched back, focused only on chasing the ball. The moment the racket made contact, he was overjoyed and looked up to find the landing point, only to find that the best hitting point had already been occupied by his opponent. He was very surprised, and his wrist could not be adjusted in time. His strength was scattered, and he thought to himself that he was in trouble. He gave his opponent a gift of a high lob.

"Can't!"

The Fudomine team members were shocked.

With this shot, the first half of the court became completely empty. From where Ryo Mido was, he could have taken three steps forward, jumped, and delivered a perfect smash.

With his racket tilted slightly and a sense of attack rising in his footwork, Ryo Mido took two steps back.

"Double, stamina, long-range hitting..."

He couldn't help but recall Natsume Tsukiya's words: in doubles, with one player in front and one in back, there's always one person who has to take on the responsibility of guarding the backcourt and defending against counterattacks. The longer the distance, the greater the unconscious physical exertion, and the physical exertion will unknowingly slow down attention and reaction speed.

That was a brilliant shot, but it wasn't what he wanted.

With his mind made up, Ryo Mido leaped forward with the speed of a punch, his arms swung like an engine, and he pulled the ball into a long straight line like a comet, blasting it into the opponent's backcourt. The force was gradually increasing, because only in this way could he control his stamina at will during the game.

"Bang!"

The ball landed precisely at the right angle of the baseline with a resounding thud. As the instigator, Ryo Mido was very satisfied with the ball control, power, and impact.

His senses, however, were crystal clear, giving him a feeling of complete control. He couldn't help but glance at the man from the Hyotei camp. "Complete control, so this is what it feels like!"

"Senior Meido?"

"What is Mido doing?"

"Missed the best opportunity to smash the ball."

"Hyotei's Mido failed to unleash an unprecedentedly excellent smash. What is he thinking?"

...

Ryo Mido's behavior was incomprehensible to every player. Anyone who saw that shot would have been eager to take it, but he actually gave it up. How stupid!

"Bang bang bang!"

It was a one-against-two fight, and the battle was intense.

Fudomine was in a state of chaos, and it seemed that his four legs were no longer enough to keep up.

Keigo Atobe stood in the backcourt, never making a move from beginning to end, and even relaxed both physically and mentally.

His eyes, however, saw everything. The opponent's ball, after being blocked by Mido Ryo, would always hurriedly find a foothold, much like a bird crossing the sea, exhausted, searching for duckweed on the surface.

In contrast, Ryo Mido's every shot was like that of a weaver with eyes that could see the intricate patterns of a brocade, threading the needle with unwavering precision.

"Hmph, Mido, you've actually reached this level?"

Keigo Atobe observed Ryo Mido's steady breathing and the beads of sweat on his forehead, and was deeply moved.

He knew Ryo Mido all too well. Since his defeat, he had seen the arrogance and conceit of the past Mido. He looked down on everyone because he had a little skill, and was extremely arrogant.

The person in front of me is so far, so very different from me.

Keigo Atobe could even feel a powerful pressure, a pressure that made him take it seriously, emanating from Ryo Mido.

Atobe Keigo couldn't help but laugh. "Now that's more like someone who can challenge Rikkai!"

He no longer paid attention to the battle on the field, and turned his gaze to Natsume Tsukiya.

"In tennis, besides technique, the most important thing is stamina..."

Adhering to this philosophy, Ryo Mido never used any of his special techniques.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The fight is still going on fiercely.

Kyosuke Uchimura and Tatsunori Mori's faces were flushed, and they were showing signs of weakness and lethargy.

"Uchimura and the others." Tachibana Kippei frowned.

"What's wrong, Captain Tachibana?" Kamio Akira asked anxiously. This match was truly unexpected for everyone. At the beginning, Hyotei's Atobe Keigo appeared and took the lead with four aces, making the Fudomine team feel a chill. They thought it would end there, but unexpectedly, that guy stopped moving, leaving a one-on-two situation.

That Ryo Mido was terrifyingly strong. He held his own against two opponents, and the fight went on non-stop. All you could hear in the arena was the sound of thuds. If you weren't watching the match, you'd think they were evenly matched just by the noise.

now,

Captain Tachibana showed worry again, which made Akira Kamio very agitated.

"Uchimura and the others are almost at their limit."

An old hand is an old hand; he could spot the two players' weakness at a glance.

After Tachibana Kippei finished speaking, everyone from Fudomine looked towards the center of the arena, observing the process while holding their conclusions.

"That's good, at least we didn't get beaten 6-0!"

Kippei thought to himself that fighting until he was exhausted and being defeated 6-0 by one opponent would have the least impact on the subsequent matches of Fudomine.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two loud claps came from the Hyotei stands, and everyone looked over to see that Natsume Tsuki had also clapped his hands twice.

In the field,

As if receiving a signal, Ryo Mido's eyes suddenly lit up, revealing a resolute look.

"Bang!"

"Game Hyotei Mido, two games to love!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the referee announced the decision; even their tense shoulders relaxed.

"Bang!"

In the subsequent race, Ryo Mido's feet moved like wheels of fire, running faster and faster.

Those watching from the sidelines were filled with astonishment:

"What on earth is that guy from Hyotei doing?"

"Shall we begin the attack now?"

"Does the way he's acting look like he's attacking?"

"I really don't understand Hyotei today."

......

Mori Tatsunori and Uchimura Kyosuke looked at each other blankly, completely unaware of why Mido Ryo looked like that.

They both fully understand the buzz of doubts from the sidelines.

To be honest,

Although the Hyotei team on the other side moved as fast as a motorcycle, neither of them felt any increased pressure; they remained the same as before.

He was naturally filled with astonishment and doubt.

From the backstage, Atobe Keigo saw Mido Ryo running around the arena, sweat streaming down his cheeks like long worms. Atobe was astonished and stared blankly, wondering, "What on earth is going on?"

"Game, Hyotei Mido, three games to love!"

Three to zero, it's three to zero now. The outcome of the match seems to be decided, but Ryo Mido is even busier.

The pace of his feet increased, but the speed of his hands did not.

He could have caught the ball in a straight line, but he insisted on running in a curve, which was completely unnecessary.

The air around him was heavy, and Ryo Mido felt his steps were also heavy, as if he had three or five pounds of sandbags tied to his body. The unrestrained swinging of his shoulders also brought out a soreness.

Can,

He felt it wasn't enough.

It hasn't reached its limit.

"It's all in chaos!"

Suddenly, shouts rang out from the sidelines, and someone pointed at Ryo Mido and yelled.

"Oh?"

The entire audience was astonished.

His steps faltered.

"Look, the ball is all messed up too."

"What happened?"

. . . .

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became unpredictable.

Ryo Mido's shots began to become unstable, like a factory loom where straight threads started to become tangled and the ball of yarn became unstable, making the entire line look shaky and without a trajectory.

Ryo Mido began to grit his teeth, his face showing a pained yet resolute expression.

The two members of Fudomine were invigorated, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope, and they had much more strength in their hands to fight back.

"Dazzling?!"

Atobe Keigo tightened his grip on the racket slightly, then loosened it, pinching his brow bone with his hand, his pupils flashing with a hidden light that instantly reflected across the entire court.

"I saw it!"

In his realm, everything lost its color, except for that one streak of yellow that leaped and darted about with a trail of light.

[Arm, breathing, skeleton, power, striking point, lines...]

Keigo Atobe began analyzing Ryo Mido one by one, using the same skills he originally used to analyze opponents on his teammates.

"So that's how it is!"

Atobe Keigo smiled.

Ryo Mido's eyes remained resolute, as if he was determined to achieve some goal.

"Bang!!"

"Match ended, Hyotei Atobe Mido Group, score: 6-0!"

The final ball slammed onto the court, flew out, and Kyosuke Uchimura's legs buckled, causing him to fall and never get up again, resulting in the loss of the game.

Ryo Mido unconsciously ran several steps forward before stopping, forcefully exhaling from his nostrils, relaxing his shoulders, but his eyes still held a lingering desire.

"So close!"

It's a real shame about him.