The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

"So fast, I can't see it at all."

"Fudomine is indeed not to be underestimated."

"You scored! You couldn't have caught that ball."

.....

In the blink of an eye, Akira Kamio's ball moved faster than the human eye could track a scene. It was unleashed so suddenly that it was hard not to be shocked and have one's perception of him completely refreshed.

"Xiao Xing, this is my strength."

The moment Kamio Akira threw the attack, the thought of proving himself involuntarily popped into his mind.

"Very good, Kamio."

Kippei was full of admiration. He glanced at the other side and saw that Natsume Tsukiya was not flustered at all. Kippei blinked hard. Was it a hallucination? He actually saw dozens of hands appear when Natsume Tsukiya raised his hand.

When I looked again, it felt as if my soul had been struck by something.

Natsume Tsukiya's slap seemed to hit a point of light, leaving Tachibana Kippei's mind blank.

Hallucination?

The flash of light when Tiga transforms?

Turning his head, he saw that everyone else was just as dumbfounded as he was.

"I received it! I actually received it!"

"As expected, the guys from Hyotei shouldn't be underestimated."

"..."

Akira Kamio was stunned, a feeling of frustration welling up inside him:

"Impossible, impossible, how could he possibly catch that? That's my signature move."

"Snapped!"

The deafening sound in his ears left him no room for disbelief.

Like Thor's hammer, it struck without leaving a trace. By the time everyone noticed, a flash of light had struck Kamio Akira's foot before he could even land.

The so-called counterattack was completed almost instantly.

This time, it was clean and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

As a result, Akira Kamio had no time to react, his mind couldn't process it for a moment, and before he could even step onto the altar, he was struck down by the Thunder God.

"What happened?"

"That's amazing."

"Natsume Tsukiya, he's actually that amazing?"

"Look, Akira Kamio hasn't even lowered his racket yet, and he's already completed his counterattack..."

. . . . .

In the previous game, Natsume Tsukiya's high-speed serve was like a beam of light shooting towards the opponent, and the trace could still be seen. At least we knew that it was a line from Natsume Tsukiya to the landing point.

But this ball,

Without a trace, completely invisible, it was like a thunderbolt from the heavens, without a deafening roar, just a concentrated barrage like firecrackers, happening in such a short time that those present barely had time to react.

That's utterly absurd.

Fudomine Tachibana Kippei was truly stunned this time.

I even doubted my own eyes. It was too fast. In the blink of an eye, after a sharp, hallucinatory bang, the ball seemed to have used up all its strength and bounced out.

Even from the unfinished movement of Kamio Akira, one could tell how swift and rapid this counterattack was; its speed was truly astonishing.

The other members of Fudomine had their pupils dilate instantly, completely stunned.

Even Hyotei remained silent. Natsume Tsukiya's ball was elegant, graceful, and ethereal, like a powerful swordsman. With a casual wave of his hand, he formed the shape of a thousand-armed Guanyin at his side, and even when he pulled it back, it left an afterimage, as if he had handled it with ease.

"You just dismissed them like that?"

The doubt on Atobe Keigo's brow seemed to be much thicker than the snow piled up on Mount Fuji.

A voice silently emerged in his mind: What kind of emperor is he anyway? What does he amount to in front of this ball?

On Yamabuki's side, Akutsu's eyes were wide open like copper bells, his head was held high, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved upwards. With his tall and strong physique, just standing there, one could feel an invisible force rising up, which amazed Tan Taichi, the first-year manager.

Sengoku Kiyosumi's pupils seemed to be filled with water droplets, trembling slightly. A subtle tingling sensation ran through his palms and arms, a feeling like seeing a new wife's crown, uncontrollable. He couldn't imagine what state his body would be in. Could it be that his athletic genes had been awakened?

He swung his arm in a semi-circle, and countless hands occupied the view. He confirmed that he could see it clearly; it was indeed that many hands.

Oh no, it's many hands!!

"Mitsuki, did you see it?" Fuji Yuta asked.

Guan Yuechu stood frozen, managing to squeeze out a single word, "Ugh!!"

Mamoru Inoue anxiously flipped through the photos. He was holding a state-of-the-art digital camera, but no matter how he looked through them, he couldn't find the shadow of the fan-wielding hand that he had seen.

"How could it not be there?"

Mamoru Inoue didn't understand; he was certain he had taken the photos, he had practically blown the shutter button off...

His arm, gripping the camera, was bulging with veins. A sense of disappointment washed over him as he looked at the scene, and Inoue Mamoru kept repeating to himself:

"One more goal, one more goal, just one more goal!!"

That feeling is captivating just to look at.

"One more time."

Atobe Keigo stared intently at the scene, his long fingers pinching his brow as if he wanted to see everything, and he was naturally hoping that Natsume Tsuki would do it again.

"....."

Tachibana Kippei secretly wanted to see it again, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"One more time."

Someone actually shouted it out without regard for the consequences, drawing everyone's attention to the sound, and then all their eyes turned to Natsume Tsukiya in the arena, with earnest pleas.

"Damn it!"

Upon hearing the words "do it again," Kamio Akira was furious and indignant. What were those guys outside saying if not to see their own embarrassing situation?

With a fierce and domineering gaze, Kamio Akira also stared at Natsume Tsuki, thinking to himself:

"I'll never let you be too smug!!"

"call out!"

After the ball was served, Akira Kamio no longer had any intention of using his special techniques, and simply continued to play calmly.

After dozens of points were exchanged, the people waiting on the sidelines seemed impatient, and someone even shouted at him:

"Hey, Fudomine, use your special move!!"

The more they fought, the more Akira Kamio felt he still had a chance, and the stronger his urge to use his ultimate move grew. This impulse grew stronger and stronger, even though he knew his opponent was very strong, he still wanted to do it.

Little did he know, that shout from the sidelines was like a bucket of cold water poured into his mind. He thought defiantly, "I won't! Damn it, what can you do to me?"

His mental strength makes him easily provoked.

The two fought for more than twenty minutes, and Kamio Akira suddenly felt exhausted.

The crowd outside the stadium sighed inwardly, feeling quite disappointed. They had hoped to see that shot again, but Fudomine was completely uncooperative, leaving them feeling lost and resentful.

Although this is unreasonable.

"Bang!"

"Zero to thirty!"

When the referee announced the second goal, Akira Kamio was already suffering from heatstroke and was panting heavily.

If a person can still be obsessed with winning and losing, it means that he still has enough energy left.

And at this moment,

For the first time, Kamio Akira experienced a feeling of being so hungry that he would eat anything, so cold that he would wear anything, and so panicked that he would run around the field. He was being led around by the guy opposite him and had gradually forgotten that he was fighting for the victory of Fudomine.

With only one thought in his mind—to finish the competition—he was like a person about to starve to death, oblivious to etiquette and morality. At that moment, he had no extra energy to care about victory or defeat; he had only one thought: to persevere!

"Kamio's stamina should have reached its limit."

Juju watched quietly, but her heart was far from calm. This match had far exceeded her expectations...

"Kamio has been outmaneuvered by Natsume Tsukiya from the very beginning, and he doesn't want to lose another point. His stamina must be beyond its limit now."

Ju Xing was filled with worry.

"......"

Kamio Akira held the tennis ball in his palm, pointing it towards the sky. Before he could throw it, his arms and legs went limp, and the ball fell naturally to the ground. He chuckled awkwardly to cover up his exhaustion.

"Damn it, that guy dragged me down until I was completely exhausted."

As Kamio Akira bent over, he glanced at Natsume Tsukiya across from him and saw that Natsume's breathing was steady, seemingly unaffected. He was quite puzzled.

"Impossible, how could he be completely unaffected? Even though I ran more than him, he should have used up some energy..."

During the brief intervals between retrieving the ball, he desperately tried to rest his entire body, attempting to regain some strength.

After standing up,

"Tap tap tap~"

He patted himself on the ground, taking another break, wondering what tricks the guy on the other side would use this time, or if he would fight a war of attrition.

Feeling annoyed and bitter, he tossed the ball into the air.

"Bang!"

With his teeth clenched tightly, Akira Kamio, like a dying man, tensed his last nerves, refusing to relax even slightly, attempting to use his spirit to fight against the decay of his body.

"Bang!"

Natsume Tsukiya smiled, his eyes fixed on the left. As Kamio Akira leaned to the left, the racket in his hand tilted slightly and swung towards the right corner.

Akira Kamio frowned sharply. "Damn it!"

He slammed on the brakes, turned around, and quickly gave chase.

Suddenly,

His body was no longer under his control, and he collapsed towards the ground like a giant Buddha. "Damn it, is this the end? I'm not reconciled!"

Akira Kamio cried out in his heart.

"Fudomine is finished."

"That's it, it's all over."

.....

"Who said it was over?!"

A shout that shook the entire arena rang out from outside the arena. From Kamio Akira's perspective, a boy wearing a yellow jacket and a headscarf was standing outside the arena with his hands in his pockets—Kaoru Kaidou from Seigaku!

"Damn it!"

A flood of memories rushed through his mind. During the regional preliminaries, Kaidou Kaoru's words echoed in his ears, and he felt a surge of strength in his arm. He even managed to support himself with one arm, stretch out his racket, and leap to receive that ball.

"oh!"

"That guy is definitely not an ordinary person."

"It's quite remarkable that Akira Kamio of Fudomine has managed to survive until now."

.....

Amid the commotion, the Seigaku members arrived, demonstrating the length of the match.

Fuji Syusuke:

"That's Kamui from Fudomine, isn't it?"

"Hmm, but how did he get beaten up like this?"

Inui Sadaharu frowned as he looked at the scoreboard, then glanced at his opponent and immediately understood—it was only natural…

"Look, his opponent is the captain of Hyotei who defeated Atobe Keigo, his name is... something like Natsume," Katsuro Kato said, pointing at Natsume Tsukiya.

Ryoma Echizen frowned deeply.

"Bang!"

Akira Kamio slammed the ball away, managing to return it, but he immediately saw a figure leap high from the opposite side, blocking out the sun.

Natsume Tsukiya is like a whale leaping out of the sea, ready to unleash a powerful leap.

Unexpectedly, he did a 720-degree spin in the air, landed with the ball, and chopped it with a backhand. The ball hit the net post, bounced bouncyly towards the net, and rolled on the net as if waiting for Akira Kamio, moving extremely slowly.

Kamio Akira struggled to his feet and ran towards the net. Just a hair's breadth away, the ball wobbled close to the net and fell.

.......

The entire audience just watched, watched...

Hyotei's captain is truly unpredictable. His playing style is completely different throughout the game, and no one knows what he will do next.

Kamio Akira of Fudomine, despite having used his hidden trump card, was defeated in one move and never used it again.

"..."

Kaidou Kaoru from Seigaku was in a rather awkward position. The moment the ball hit the ground, everyone's eyes were on him, and for a moment he was at a loss for words, secretly regretting his actions.

"Kamio-kun of Fudomine, are you still able to continue the match?"

The referee thoughtfully got down and approached Guan Xun.

Akira Kamio knelt on one knee, his hands gripping his racket, panting heavily.

"Whoosh whoosh~"

He couldn't answer for a long time. How could a human being have done that? It had almost drained him of his energy.

Everyone at Fudomine was very anxious.

At Yamabuki Junior High School, Kiyosumi Sengoku suddenly recalled his match:

"That's right, that's exactly it. He slowly erodes his opponent's stamina, without them even realizing it. Sometimes you might even feel like you're having a great time. By the time you realize it, you're almost out of stamina. That's how he is. He has incredible control, a kind of control that's practically impossible for a human to control..."

Sengoku Kiyosumi glanced sideways at Akutsu, who exuded a fighting aura, and couldn't help but wonder if Akutsu could use brute force against Natsume Tsukiya.

What kind of match would that be?

Thinking this way,

I'm actually looking forward to seeing this weirdo face off against Natsume Tsukiya.

"Hmph, if it doesn't work, then give up."

Akutsu stared at Kamio Akira and spoke.

Sengoku Kiyosumi couldn't help but think, "That's so typical of him!"

"I can keep going!"

Akira Kamio forced himself to stand up.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The counterattack was swift; Natsume Tsuki, like a machine, delivered a precise ray counterattack.

"Bang!"

"Fifteen to zero!"

"Bang!"

"Thirty to zero!"

"Bang!"

"40 to 0!"

"Bang!"

.....

Those beams of yellow light were like the sudden flash of bright color when a yellow fluorescent tube is energized.

With each flash of a yellow beam of light, the scoreboard is flipped through.

The speed of that serve completely stunned everyone.

The whole game turned into his personal performance show.

"Four aces, that's amazing!"

Momoshiro Takeshi couldn't help but sigh.

Kaoru Kaidou, standing to the side, lowered his eyes, feeling quite indignant. Natsume Tsuki was just as old, what was the difference between him and Natsume Tsuki? Last time they faced the Kamio Akira duo, it was a fierce battle.

"Bang!!"

"Match over! Hyotei wins, score 6-0!"

The head referee let out a long sigh, thinking to himself, "I never want to be a referee for Hyotei again..."

"it's over?"

"Is that all?"

"Hoping in vain."

.....

Akazawa Yoshiro:

"That guy from Hyotei is just as Mizuki said. Every match he plays is guaranteed to be a 6-0 victory, and the opponent won't get a single point!"

Kanzuki was very pleased with Akazawa Yoshiro's words, and the great frustration in his heart was completely dispelled:

It wasn't that St. Rudolf was too weak, but that his opponent was too strong!