The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

Chapter 78

"Bang!"

With a sudden, powerful strike that deformed the tennis ball, Kirihara Akaya's gaze was already fixed on the right foot, as described in the news reports!

That's right, that's Natsume Tsukiya's damn flaw!

This is no longer a contest; it's a ball aimed at someone and struck with all its might. Natsume Tsukiya sees Kirihara Akaya's vicious heart very clearly.

"You manic man, all you can do is rage."

With a cold snort, Natsume Tsuki never intended to be a savior upholding justice, but he absolutely would not allow any ball to fly towards him with his body as the target.

With arms outstretched forward, he grabbed at the air and tossed it into the air empty-handed.

Akutsu, who had just caught up with Kirihara Akaya's shot, stood on the steps behind Niizuma Hokan, his eyes flashing with surprise and doubt.

As Kirihara Akaya hit the ball, Natsume Tsukiya stretched out his hand and, half a beat later, made a feint toss into the air, but the racket face was tilted at a large arc, not facing the opposite side, but intentionally lowered.

Bang! !

With a loud bang, a cloud of mist exploded out of thin air.

Kirihara Akaya's ball was extremely fast, almost instantly leaping over the middle net, but after only flying a few meters, it miraculously collided with something in mid-air and exploded into a cloud of mist.

"Knock knock knock!"

Like the sound of a steam-powered train starting up, the green tennis ball in the mist flashed and bounced back, exploding like a cannonball at Kirihara Akaya's feet.

"How is that possible?"

Kirihara Akaya's pupils contracted.

Off the field, Shinzawa Takara smiled radiantly, her expression one of supreme honor, while Akutsu, in his Gundam form, stared in disbelief at the incredible skill!

Hitting the ball from a distance—

This is Akutsu's most direct feeling!

—I want to learn!

Akutsu stared at the floor emitting blue smoke at Kirihara Akaya's feet. The terrifying power was truly frightening, as it had smashed a crater the size of a fist into the ground, and the tennis ball was half-buried in it.

To Akutsu, who is universally disliked, this is what a sense of security is all about.

Children from single-parent families never need the world to understand them.

All he needs to do is protect himself and his dearest mother. So what if he has to fight against the world?!

Akutsu Jin fears no one!

No amount of reasoning is as effective as fists.

My mother, Akutsu Yuki, is in the prime of her life, such a beautiful woman. How is working in a coffee shop any different from working in an izakaya?

In those dark nights, it was useless to waste words on those who were following her; only fists could keep them away from that woman.

Thorny chestnuts in the schoolbag?

Yes, that's the kind of thing. You wrap your arms with white cloth strips and throw them one by one at the faces of those bastards who like to bully orphans and widows.

So what if they're thugs?

Who comes into this world not to just get by?

The weak can never make the world listen to reason, but they can make it listen to force!

But those chestnuts are a hassle. If they were something invisible and readily available, then we wouldn't have to worry about running out of chestnuts if we met more people!

Akutsu got caught up in it, and when he looked up, he saw that Natsume Tsukiya had already started to put away his racket and said to Kirihara Akaya, "Let's stop here."

"hateful!"

Kirihara Akaya felt even more ashamed and indignant. What was Natsume Tsukiya compared to him?

That is contempt for oneself.

He roared in fury, "Stop right there!"

"What, do you want to continue?"

Natsume Tsukiya turned his head: "You have no chance of winning."

"!"

Without uttering a single word, Kirihara Akari's pupils grew increasingly sinister red, and in an instant, a ball was launched into the air.

"Snapped!"

Natsume Tsuki also raised his hand, flashing it back.

"I'm going to crush you!"

Kirihara Akaya went berserk, roaring wildly in rage.

The tennis ball moved wildly and violently.

"!"

The two exchanged blows incessantly.

Akutsu watched, but kept thinking about that last shot.

They didn't care at all about what was happening on the field, and overall, there was no need to watch...

Kirihara Akaya fought more and more frantically, but he couldn't gain any advantage over Natsume Tsukiya.

This further confirms that Natsume Tsuki has not lost any of his character traits.

Akutsu just wanted the two of them to end things quickly, so he swallowed his pride and asked Natsume Tsuki for a secret recipe to keep for himself.

"Bang bang bang!"

Kirihara Akaya almost smashed at Natsume Tsukiya with a frenzied attack.

But each time, Natsume Tsuki only needed to swing his sword once.

Kirihara Akaya was thus unable to catch up.

He tried to catch the ball with a flying leap, but not only did he fail to catch it, he also fell flat on his face in countless miserable ways.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Kirihara Akaya continued to rage.

Offstage, Niizuma Bokan glanced at the watch on her fair wrist and said, "Senior, the movie should start soon!!"

"good!"

Natsume Tsukiya's tone clearly indicated that he was ready to back down.

"Mind your own business!!!"

Kirihara Akaya suddenly attacked, violently serving with his knuckles, viciously slamming the ball towards Niizuma no Takara on the bench!

"New wife!"

Natsume Tsukiya realized this too late, but it was too late to steal the ball.

"Bang!"

Just as Kirihara Akaya was chuckling wickedly.

A tall figure descended from the sky, wielding a racket with both hands, forcefully intercepting and smashing the ball to the side.

"You're asking for it!!"

Natsume Tsukiya was also enraged, and a ball of light suddenly flashed in his palm.

With outstretched arms, his fierce aura sent a shiver down Akutsu's spine.

The air around Natsume Tsukiya was like razor blades, whistling and darting about, and even the leaves on the trees beside him were restless and cracking.

"Bang!"

A loud bang was heard, followed by an explosion.

No~

Kirihara Akaya seemed to suddenly feel threatened; his red eyes instantly turned cold, and he hurriedly raised his hand to block.

Click!

The racket was instantly torn apart.

"Bang!"

In that instant, Kirihara Akaya was smashed and sent flying backward, cracking and popping.

The hard walls cracked and creaked.

Dust flew everywhere, and a circular crater two meters in diameter was smashed into the wall, into which Kirihara Akaya was embedded.

"6

'

Akutsu was stunned; the game wasn't over yet.

You will pay the price for your actions today!

Suddenly, he swung his sword a few times out of thin air, and a deeper cracking sound came from the wall on Kirihara Akaya's side. "Ah!"

'

"what!"

'

Two hands and two feet each kicked up a cloud of dust.

The rubble cut his forehead and face, leaving them bright red, and Kirihara Akane let out a shrill, mournful cry.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Still not satisfied, Natsume Tsukiya suddenly threw his racket, which whirred and slammed into Kirihara Akaya's legs. Kirihara Akaya was like Jesus bound to the wall in a cross.

"Baoguan, are you alright?"

Natsume Tsukiya took several large steps and leaped over, his voice filled with concern.

"Senior, Yue is alright!"

Forced to appear composed, she smiled sweetly, but her face betrayed her fear. "My new wife is crowned with precious jewels," she said, referring to the young lady of her family, a beauty with great potential in Ginza. As she spoke, she rushed into his arms, like a frightened little deer.

Akutsu was still staring blankly at the guy being judged opposite her when she suddenly remembered herself as a respectable young man who had also been threatened with Akutsu Yuuki. Anger welled up in her eyes.

Is this the person I saved from those thugs?

"Let's go, folks!"

Behind him, Natsume Tsukiya seemed not to have seen Akutsu at all, and had already gotten up.

"call!"

Watching the girl being carried away like a princess, clinging to Natsume Tsukiya's neck, Akutsu scoffed and didn't chase after her.

"Hey, where are your teammates...?"

"7

Akutsu scrolled through Kirihara Akaya's contacts, found the words "Vice-Commander," and called, saying, "If he doesn't come soon, he's dead!"

"Who are you? What happened to Kirihara?"

Jiao Gong, on the other side, inquired.

"Clatter!"

Akutsu frowned and disdainfully closed the flip phone.

He stood up and walked closer to see that Kirihara Akaya's face was now completely red; the power of that attack was like a gravity strike.

Akutsu turned her head to look at the two who were being carried away in a sweet princess carry. Recalling what she had just seen and felt, she was suddenly moved.

"Will you serve the same ball as yesterday?"

Akutsu muttered to himself, "Interesting!"

Surprisingly, even Akutsu never imagined that one day he would feel inexplicably excited because of tennis.

He thought, "This is just the beginning."

What were those things we fought before?

If that old geezer Yamabuki had taught me a thing or two earlier, wouldn't everything have been solved?

whispering sound!

Akutsu looked down on Banta Mikiya from afar.

Today has truly broadened my horizons.

I never expected that there were such things.

That guy from Hyotei is really something else.

"Hey, are you out of your mind?"

Akutsu, bored as no one came, circled around Kirihara Akaya and said, "To actually lay a hand on such a weak woman, you deserve to take that beating!"

"hateful...

""

Kirihara Akaya was on the verge of anger.

"Even now, you're still unrepentant."

Akutsu retorted bluntly, "Want another taste of yesterday's ball?"

"Waaaaah, he crippled my hand."

Kirihara Akaya secretly felt powerless and cried out his complaint.

"Well?"

Akutsu was startled, suddenly remembering the four goals that had appeared out of nowhere...

Immediately, the scalp became tingly.

Of course, that thing is not only for competitions.

Thinking of this, a surge of excitement welled up in my heart again.

"That guy owes Le a favor."

Akutsu had long dreamed of mastering that thing.

After a long while, he looked up and saw two people rushing over.

One was wearing a baseball cap, the other had slightly silver hair, and his hair was thick and brimming.

"Kirihara!"

"Akaiya!"

Suddenly, their pupils dilated, and they shouted in unison.

The scene was so horrific that it resembled the devastation of war.

Kirihara Akaya appeared to have been smashed into the wall alive, his limbs limp, like Jesus enjoying the cross.

The two of them stared at Akutsu with angry, mocking expressions for a long, long time.

Akutsu glared back, letting out a cold snort, completely unafraid.

"Yamabuki's monster, Akutsu!"

Niou Masaharu frowned and called out Akutsu's name with a hint of resentment in his voice.

Akutsu raised his chin slightly, looking down with an arrogant and fearless air, as if to say, "I'm the boss, so what?"

"Akuzu!"

Beneath the brim of his hat, a wolf-like gaze pierced through him with an icy chill. Sanada Genichiro stared sharply at Akutsu, adopting the air of a national elder brother, his voice carrying a stern authority: "What's wrong, son?"

"Hey kid, who are you talking to? Don't order me around!"

Who is Akutsu? He is an incomplete person with a stress response. Once he feels that someone is speaking to him in a condescending and commanding tone, he immediately turns into a powder keg, his fighting spirit trembling between his brows, with a strong sense of "if you don't agree, then fight."

Genichiro Sanada had long heard of Akutsu's character, but he couldn't suppress his anger.

It wasn't just because of the tragic scene before him, but also because of a promise he made to Yukimura Seiichi to win the Kanto Tournament championship.

That guy is still in the hospital recovering from hyperplasia.

Unexpectedly, they came back with third place.

This is not just about Yukimura Seiichi and others not being able to forgive the vice minister; more importantly, it's about him being the first to be unable to forgive himself in his current state.

With nowhere to vent his anger, even though he had a plan, Sanada Genichiro couldn't let go of his resentment no matter what.

Niou Masaharu glanced at him, then spoke gently to Akutsu, "Akutsu, may I ask you, what exactly happened here?"

"call!"

Akutsu, impatient and with a hint of schadenfreude, said, "That guy isn't dead yet."

The two rushed over, asking with concern, "Aka, how are you?"

"Deputy Commander, Le... Le's hands, feet!"

Kirihara Akaya, his face dripping red, looked up, his expression full of grievance, and sobbed, "That guy, he crippled Raku's hand! Raku can never play tennis again!!!"

"What?"

Sanada Genichiro felt as if the sky had fallen. His mind went blank with shock, and he immediately looked at Kirihara Akaya's limbs, asking anxiously, "Who, who is it?"

"hey-hey!"

Beside him, Akutsu let out a mocking laugh.

"Akuzu, what are you laughing at?" Sanada Genichiro's anger surged, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"It's so late, and you're still playing the detective? Have you been watching too much Conan?"

Akutsu's sarcasm deepened, and he scoffed, "Instead of taking the person to the hospital immediately, you're still obsessively demanding the truth? Don't make us laugh!"

Niou Masaharu was taken aback; these words were indeed true. He immediately looked at Sanada Genichiro: "Genichiro, let's take him to the hospital first. Anyway, he's alright; we can ask him about it later!"

"Hello, is this an ambulance?"

Genichiro Sanada then made the call.

Niou Masaharu: "Akuzu, why didn't you call an ambulance while you were snoring?"

"What does this have to do with me?"

Akutsu casually walked away with one hand in his pocket and the other long arm swung out.

Niou Masaharu was also very unhappy. He was used to being supported by others, and suddenly losing it felt strange. Was this how the world was supposed to be?

Niou Masaharu noticed the racket on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and frowned more and more deeply.

"Deputy Chief."

He softly called out to Genichiro Sanada, "Look!"

Sanada, the vice-captain, looked at the broken racket that Niou Masaharu was holding in both hands, his eyes filled with inexplicable surprise.

The racket looked as if it had been scorched by fire; the net strings had long since burned away, and the outer casing was charred black—

The shock in their eyes was no less than that in Akutsu's, but there was also a bit more confusion. What incredible thing had happened in the room?

The two looked at Kirihara Akaya with equal eyes, and decided to wait until Kirihara Akaya recovered before making any further decisions.

"No matter who it is, I will not let him get away with this!"

Genichiro Sanada's sharp eyes flashed yesterday, revealing that he would shoulder all the responsibilities of Rikkai University.

Niou Masaharu gazed at the enormous, arched crater, and a sense of unease settled over him.

Soon, medical staff rushed over, and Kirihara Akane was carefully pulled away!