The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

Chapter 77

"Bang!"

"That guy from Hyotei doesn't give Kirihara a chance at all."

"Isn't this going too far?"

'

'

The fifth game.

Kirihara Akaya's serve.

The speed of light.

A zigzag battle was constructed, with Kirihara Akabane going back in the past, and Natsume Tsuki also retaliating with a zigzag attack.

"Game: Hyotei Natsume, Score: 5-0!"

The sacred and invincible Rikkai University finally couldn't sit still any longer.

One by one, they stood up from their seats, leaning against the railing of the stands, their expressions grave: "Is it really over?"

"Is Rikkai... going to lose?"

"Damn it! If Kirihara loses, Rikkai won't even be able to compete for second place in the Kanto Tournament!"

The interjections thoroughly awakened everyone.

According to the tournament schedule, Seigaku is currently in high spirits and ready to compete for the championship. If Hyotei wins this game, then Rikkai will definitely miss out on the championship and runner-up positions.

All eyes, layer upon layer, enveloped the entire stadium.

For the first time, Kirihara Akaya felt immense pressure.

Sweat rolled down his forehead. In this one-on-one match, a match of the king, because Natsume Tsukiya's playing style was sharp and unique, Kirihara Akaya never overexerted himself from beginning to end.

Therefore, this sweat is not caused by exercise.

"Rikkai University has become the third-place team? You must be joking."

Kirihara Akaya gritted his teeth, his body already stiffening, and couldn't help but think, "In Rikkai University's medal storage room, there isn't a single third-place medal..."

'

For Rikkai, not winning the championship is a disgrace, let alone failing to even get second place in the Kanto Tournament.

This is a huge joke. If word gets out, he won't be able to gain any foothold in Kanagawa Prefecture, let alone the whole country.

How will those defeated and dejected individuals view the reigning champion Rikkai University?

The more Kirihara Akaya thought about it, the more confused he became.

"I'm serving now."

Natsume Tsuki also gave a reminder.

Kirihara Akaya remained bent over and stood there, as if frozen.

Everyone was suddenly taken aback.

"Bang!"

A beam of light shone into the area next to Kirihara Akaya.

"Fifteen to zero!"

"Bang bang bang!"

'

Natsume Tsuki scored several goals in quick succession without hesitation.

Quick, accurate, and ruthless!

"Akaiya!"

As the game came to a close, Genichiro Sanada saw that Akaya Kirihara was still standing there, his face turning into a demonic expression, and couldn't help but shout out.

"Hahaha~"

Kirihara Akaya responded, then suddenly burst into a wicked laugh, completing his demon transformation.

Just the instant he looked up.

Suddenly, a streak of light flashed past.

Kirihara Akaya swung his racket instinctively, but he was still too slow.

"Bang!"

The tremendous bombardment, like cannon fire striking a mountain pass, reverberated throughout the entire area.

"The match is over. Hyotei Natsume Tsuki also won, with a score of 6-0. Hyotei Academy advances to the finals..."

""

The referee's stern voice was like an angel's, dispelling Kirihara Akaya's demonic transformation.

"What?"

His pupils dilated, and he stood there, stunned, not knowing what had happened.

He felt he had only been distracted for a moment, so how could the game have ended?

"What is Kirihara doing?"

Why are you not moving?

"Kirihara Akaya, are you too scared to move? Like me, standing motionless after climbing a hundred floors?"

"They actually gave up the competition on their own initiative, how embarrassing, those guys from Rikkai."

Various fragmented and indiscriminate remarks entered his ears, and neither outsiders nor other members of the Rikkai University club could understand Kirihara Akaya's behavior.

"Wow, we won!"

A huge cheer suddenly erupted.

"Bang bang bang~"

The cannons roared into the sky, and Hyotei erupted in jubilation.

"Captain, you're amazing! Hyotei finally defeated Rikkai!"

"Hyotei! Hyotei!"

'

""

Amid cheers, Atobe Keigo, who was sitting, and Shintaro, who was in the arena, both stood up and clapped their hands, a rare sight for them, and looked at Natsume Tsukiya.

"Beating Rikkai is such an exaggeration."

Opposite me, Eiji Kikumaru from Seigaku smiled awkwardly.

Fuji Syusuke said with unwavering warmth, "That's very much in line with Atobe's style."

"Wow, they actually defeated Rikkai!" Momoshiro Takeshi thought with a surge of pride.

Satoshi Horio: "They're really exaggerating."

"You don't really understand."

Guan Yuechu, feigning profundity, pinched her brow and uttered a strange remark.

"It seems Mizuki knows a lot about this," Fuji Syusuke said with a smile.

"snort."

Guan Yuechu smiled and said, "Only those who have experienced the loser's bracket revival match can understand what kind of glory that is."

"Mitsuki must have imagined herself standing in the middle of the field, receiving cheers from everyone."

Fuji Yuta interrupted.

Guan Yuechu did not deny it.

"Inoue-senpai, in this way, the champion and runner-up will be decided between Hyotei and Seigaku."

Shiba Saori's sudden interruption cooled the jubilation instantly.

Inoue Mamoru glanced at Seigaku and said, "It's a pity that Rikkai has lost the championship and runner-up titles."

His tone was regretful, but in his heart, Inoue Mamoru was overjoyed.

It's worth noting that Natsume Tsuki made those harsh remarks before, and he personally reported on it. At the time, he received a lot of criticism and pressure before he was able to release it.

The club received a large number of letters, almost none of which were in agreement; they were all accusations. The accusations were against the club for irresponsible reporting, against the reporter and editor, and against Hyotei for making outrageous statements.

Rikkai University suffers a painful loss, missing out on both the championship and runner-up titles!

Inoue Mamoru has even come up with a title.

This is a counterattack against all the doubts. After holding back for so many days, the clouds have finally parted and the sun is shining. How could one not feel radiant?

Thinking of this, he felt even more grateful to Natsume Tsuki.

"Damn it, damn it!"

On the court, Kirihara Akaya knelt on the ground, repeatedly pounding the ground with his racket, sobbing uncontrollably: "It's all my fault for being distracted, it's all that guy's fault. If it weren't for him, Rikkai wouldn't have become a laughingstock..."

He harbored deep hatred for Natsume Tsuki.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Natsume Tsukiya as he walked out.

Natsume Tsukiya waved.

A pretty young girl, holding a bouquet of flowers, sweetly offered them, "Congratulations, senior!"

"It's an honor!" Natsume Tsuki also bowed slightly.

Shin-chan Takara was overjoyed. Only her senior would say something like that. She smiled brightly, "Now it's time to seriously face Seigaku, isn't it?"

"Aigaku!"

Atobe Keigo interjected, "Those guys are nowhere near comparable to Rikkai."

"That's right, Hyotei will definitely win." Someone echoed.

Natsume Tsukiya laughed and said, "Don't underestimate those privileged kids. Presuming others are inferior to themselves is already a serious mistake. Everyone, run back to school!"

"What?"

The Hyotei regulars were dumbfounded: "Captain, isn't this a bit too harsh?"

"If you think others are not as good as you, your subconscious will relax and you'll go back and do fifty more laps!" Natsume Tsuki also laughed.

This left them completely dumbfounded.

"ε=("0"*))) alas~"

Atobe Keigo sighed softly, regretting saying those words.

"Hey, Atobe, you're not thinking of running away, are you?" A sinister glint flashed in Yuushi Oshitari's glasses.

"..." Atobe Keigo: "Oshitari, you underestimate me."

The school team and other members: "Hehehe, poor starters, they have to run back even after winning the game."

"That's right, let's take the car back."

"You all run back too."

Natsume Tsukiya casually remarked.

"Who told you to be such a blabbermouth, you idiot?"

A commotion ensued.

The voices praising Hyotei's strength kept flooding my ears.

A group of girls on the periphery were staring at Natsume Tsuki with shining eyes.

However, he did not approach her because of his new wife's unparalleled beauty.

"Coach Ryuzaki, yes."

Shuichiro Oishi answered standing at attention.

"How did the match go? Rikkai should have won, right?"

A voice came from Ryuzaki Sumire's side.

Shuichiro Oishi was taken aback, and stammered, "No, Coach, Hyotei won."

"Hyotei?"

You could tell from Ryuzaki Sumire's tone that she was surprised.

"Sanada won the singles match (number 3), Renji Yanagi won the singles match (number 2), and Natsume Tsukiya from Hyotei won the singles match (number 1). Hyotei defeated Rikkai Affiliated High School 3-2. That's the result, Coach Ryuzaki!"

'

""

o

There was silence on the other end of the line, then a pause: "Well, let's leave it at that then. It's better than facing Rikkai!"

Oishi Shuichiro breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, Ban-suke, Hyotei has won."

"Is it Hyotei?"

"That's right, that's right, the result was quite unexpected."

"Hey, Echizen, where are you going?"

"go home!"

"Oh dear, this brat."

"I never expected that he would actually do it." Tachibana An held her hands, her starry eyes shining faintly, and Natsume Tsukiya's figure seemed to grow taller in her eyes.

Suddenly, two words came to mind again—dating!

Her cheeks flushed red without her noticing.

Kamio thought to himself, "Although it's great that that guy defeated Rikkai, Anzu... that guy is still really awful!!"

""

"Captain Tachibana?" Uchimura Kyosuke.

Kippei Tachibana exclaimed excitedly, "We should continue Fudomine's dark legend! Let's go!"

"Akuzu-senpai?"

"What a pity, Yamabuki was eliminated."

Akutsu turned and walked toward the main road.

The entire Rikkai University team, feeling utterly dejected, had lost all the enthusiasm they had shown upon arrival.

He chatted idly and sarcastically all the way: "Heh, so it's Rikkai University, which came in third place."

"Rikkai University, it's really not easy to get third place."

"I heard that Rikkai's goal is to win the national championship for the third time in a row. Third place in the Kanto Tournament is also a third place, so it seems like they've already achieved the three-peat."

"If they're not even number one, do they even have the right to compete for the national championship?"

The entire group from Rikkai University were forced to listen in.

Those who trampled on others too ruthlessly in the past will be severely trampled and mocked when they fall on hard times.

Let them say what they want.

Genichiro Sanada's gaze was resolute.

In this match, Rikkai suffered a crushing defeat, and Kirihara Akane also lost, but he did not consider himself to have lost.

Furthermore, team captain Yukimura did not participate.

Rikkai's captains are training even harder and are determined to achieve a three-peat!

But Kirihara Akaya could not bear it, and roared as he ran out, rushing in the opposite direction.

"Kirihara?!"

Despite the shouts and cries from the Rikkai crowd, Kirihara Akaya remained obstinate.

"5

'

It was Kyoto, after all, and the sun was shining brightly.

Shinzaki Takara hooked her little finger around Natsume Tsukiya's, swaying and skipping along, each holding a drink, leisurely strolling down the street, unknowingly arriving at the tennis court.

"Senior, the sun is shining so brightly today!!"

The new wife Baoguan smiled.

"Not as radiant as my new wife!"

"Hehehe~"

The new wife, adorned with a crown, laughed heartily.

"Stop right there!"

Behind him, a furious shout suddenly rang out.

The two turned their heads and saw a man in an earthy yellow team uniform with a spiky hairstyle and a sinister look in his eyes.

Kirihara Akaya—

"Hey, Kirihara!"

Natsume Tsukiya waved and greeted him, looking relaxed.

"Senior, didn't you dislike him?"

The new wife Baoguan asked questions knowingly.

"Disliking him doesn't mean I should get angry at myself."

Natsume Tsukiya sipped his drink and said, "What happens on the court shouldn't be brought into real life. In real life, he and I are strangers. If someone calls me, I have to respond politely."

"You're really amazing, senior."

What's most impressive about Shinzaki Hokan is that, despite her good family background, excellent grades, and good figure and appearance, she still has a heart that can let go of divinity and never hesitates to praise and admire Natsume Tsukiya.

"Third place is also a three-time champion..."

"6

Kirihara Akaya's mind kept replaying those words and laughter, and he angrily pointed at Natsume Tsukiya: "Get your ass over here on the court, I'm going to destroy you!"

Natsume Tsukiya and Niizuma Takara both looked up, showing no intention of fighting.

Kirihara Akaya retorted, "What, are you going to be a coward?"

"Stop now, Kirihara!"

Natsume Tsukiya said.

The maidservant, adorned with a crown, looked utterly dignified.

"You'd better behave yourself and accept your judgment, or I won't be so polite."

Kirihara Akaya moved his racket toward Niizuma Bokan.

Natsume Tsukiya's face instantly turned cold.

Heading towards the stadium.

Hehehe

"~

Kirihara Akaya gave a sinister laugh, his eyes beginning to turn bloodshot.

""

After Akutsu left the match, he carried a tennis racket and strolled aimlessly down the street. From afar, he saw Kirihara Akaya angrily pointing at Natsume Tsukiya, and then he saw several people walking towards the tennis court.

He was very puzzled.

Kirihara Akane wasn't from Rikkai University either?

Logically, they should be taking a train back to Kanagawa, so why are they here?

Judging from Kirihara Akaya's reaction, he was probably unconvinced.

Akutsu called out, and Honjo walked away. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to go and take a look, since he had nothing else to do anyway.

"I'm going to crush you completely and show you that there are consequences for infringing on Rikkai University's rights."

Kirihara Akaya attributed his current predicament to Natsume Tsukiya.

If it weren't for Natsume Tsukiya, Rikkai University wouldn't have even made it to the Kanto Tournament finals; their highest ranking would have been third.

If we don't come in first, it's a disgrace, and we won't be able to explain it to Minister Yukimura.

It's all because of Natsume Tsukiya...

"I won't show any mercy; I'd be prepared for anything, even if God came!"

Natsume Tsukiya pointed his racket at Kirihara Akaya.

His fingers clenched so tightly they cracked, and the anger that had been building up inside him exploded. Kirihara Akaya laughed like a father, his knuckles tightening their grip, causing the tennis ball in his hand to gradually deform.

Natsume Tsukiya locked his gaze and instantly recognized it as the prelude to the knuckle serve.

In singles, Kirihara Akaya never had the chance to use his knuckle serve until now, which is why he's only now catching up.

He believed he still had a chance to fight, but the main goal wasn't the match itself, but to completely crush Natsume Tsukiya and cripple him.

This is completely different from the mindset during a competition.

"Sizzle!"

With a loud bang, Kirihara Akaya applied spin to the tennis ball in his hand!