Chapter 110: Gap

Bang!

With the smack of Qiansui's racket, the ball was struck hard, a flash of awe‑inspiring light piercing Seigaku's court.

Bu Er quickly recovered from his shock, his azure eyes projecting a cold, sharp light.

The No‑Self Realm is not invincible.

His steps were light as wind, he swiftly rushed to the landing point, his sharp gaze tracking the flying ball, and he ruthlessly swung his racket at the ball about to bounce up.

"You seem to know my current state well, yet despite that, you still keep your fighting spirit high?"

As a tennis player, you're excellent.

But it's a pity.

"This ball will disappear, you know!"

Watching the spinning ball hit the ground, a cold smile curled at Qiansui's lips.

Heh heh heh.

The tennis ball tumbled on the ground, then instantly bounced up violently.

"The tennis ball has disappeared!"

Although I had anticipated this, the pressure still inevitably increased when I actually saw the opponent easily return the ball.

Bang!

He unleashed a powerful topspin to the back corner, and Bu Er sent the ball to Qiansui's opposite back corner.

No, this is a completely different type.

Swish.

Qiansui showed no mercy, unleashing another Divine Concealment for a service ace.

"15-0!"

Kind of interesting~

But"

Whoosh.

"As expected, this move has no effect on the national-level Qiansui."

Smack!

He gripped the air with his palm, using three fingers to hold and twist the ball; with a little force, the ball spun as it fell freely.

A stream of light sliced across the court.

"Too naive."

He easily won the second set with four brilliant aces, and Ice Emperor Academy's massive cheer squad instantly burst into thunderous cheers.

Bu Er's pupils widened, his swung racket stiffening in midair, while the ball landed a second time behind him.

Afterward, like a meteor suddenly covered by clouds, it vanished abruptly.

"Talking about split balls, this is nowhere near as good as Tachibana's Wild Lion Roar."

"Is it using cutting techniques to produce an irregular trajectory, making the ball look like it disappeared?"

The racket decisively struck along the ball's original path, then tilted downward another 3 degrees, a flash of extreme confidence glinting in his dark eyes.

"How?"

Heh heh heh.

After the ball bounced, it rapidly vibrated in flight, momentarily showing multiple afterimages before disappearing.

Qiansui calmly analyzed the principle of this move, while his feet never stopped, quickly running to the right‑side open space.

Seeing Bu Er crouch, racket in hand, eyes locked on him, Qiansui gave a cold shout, and the tennis ball in his hand leapt upward.

"Game, Bing Di Xue Yuan Qiansui Qianli, 1-1."

Smack!

A sharp snap of the fingers cut off that frantic shout.

"The winner is Qiansui."

Seeing this suddenly disappearing serve, Bu Er first thought of the technique used in a similar move he had developed, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

"Bu Er of Seigaku will serve!"

"I want, an eye for an eye!"

"If you think you've figured out my move, feel free to counterattack!"

A hint of coldness flashed in his azure gaze, Bu Er's icy tone echoed across the court.

"This guy

"fits in really quickly."

"And when it comes to making the ball disappear, my Divine Concealment is number one!"

"This is the Ice Emperor's style, right?"

"The winner is Ice Emperor."

Bang!

"40-0!"

Amid the crowd's cheers, Qiansui raised his left hand high.

Watching Qiansui's gesture, identical to Akutsu's, Ninomiya's mouth twitched slightly.

Bang!

A muffled explosion rang out, and at the center of the racket was the very tennis ball that had originally disappeared.

Akutsu's face showed a satisfied smile, he was very pleased with Qiansui's performance.

Swish!

The racket in his hand sliced upward, sending a swing out; a golden streak of light suddenly curved and fell into the corner near the center line.

"A cutting ball with added special spin, which releases the accumulated rotation the instant it hits the ground, causing the ball to split and vanish, right?"

Pa. Pa. Pa.

The tennis ball bounced repeatedly on the ground; Bu Er inhaled deeply, the crisp air filling his chest, the sharp chill soothing his mind.

Suppressing the turbulence in his heart, Bu Er's steps changed swiftly.

Qiansui pushed off with his left foot, his left arm pulling diagonally, delivering a powerful single backhand that returned Bu Er's "vanishing serve".

Though tall, speed is certainly not Qiansui's weak point; a gray‑white streak of light swept across the baseline.

Bang!

The ball that sprang from the corner was precisely intercepted by the racket, a sharp pale‑yellow streak flashing over the net.

Tap tap tap!

A rapid patter of footsteps arrived; Bu Er surged forward, appearing at the net in an instant.

The racket tilted slightly, a faint breeze rising; his arm sliced sharply at the airborne ball.

Swoosh!

Spinning violently, a golden‑yellow crescent skimmed the ground, soaring across the court.

"Good shot!"

A flash of lens gleam, Gan Zhen Zhi let out an exclamation.

First, using the vanishing serve to draw Qiansui to the right corner of the baseline, then striking the ball toward the opposite corner to unsettle the opponent.

Then he quickly closed in on the net, delivering the final blow with a low‑altitude smash—

Flying swallow returns to the nest!

"Now Bu Er will be the general!"

Yet Bu Er at the net showed no excitement, his gaze cold and fierce, still staring intently at Qiansui.

If it were anyone else standing there, reaching this point would surely earn a point.

But the opponent is no ordinary foe; he is the Kyushu Twin Hero, Qiansui Qianli!

"Nice calculation~"

Watching the light clinging to the ground, Qiansui's mouth twitched slightly.

He rushed toward the center, opening his right foot sideways, left foot half‑bent, body bending dramatically, racket lifted, his eyes tracking the trembling pale‑yellow ball skimming the ground.

"If it were a well‑prepared flying‑swallow‑return, one would have to catch it before the ball hits the ground.

Unfortunately, this is just an improvised flying‑swallow‑return struck during a volley?"

Heh heh'

With a cold laugh, Qiansui's racket, pressed to the ground, swung, aiming at the straight‑flying ball, a sharp upward slash.

Bang!

A crisp striking sound rang out.

"You actually caught it?!"

Gan Zhen Zhi's complexion changed instantly, a cold bead of sweat sliding down his forehead.

The high‑arc lob cleared the net, and this flying‑swallow‑return was met with a direct counter.

A cold glint flashed in Bu Er's eyes; the national‑level player's judgment and reaction were indeed beyond ordinary.

But this was also within his expectations!

Swish~

Bu Er planted his left foot, sprang upward, intercepting directly at the net; both hands holding the racket aimed at the returning ball, using his whole body's force to smash it forward heavily!

Bang!

A fierce yellow beam crashed from mid‑air, the ball's wind howling.

Hair fragments floated in the air; this vertically‑centered jump smash was his true killing move.

That point is taken!

However.

Before his body could land, a milky‑white glow flashed on the opposite side, and Bu Er's expression changed abruptly.

"When did you develop the illusion that I was being out‑witted by you?"

A milky aura manifested on Qiansui; he smiled lightly, appearing at the ball's landing spot, his left foot planted as an axis, the racket swinging sharply backward with his body's rotation.

Bang!

Bu Er's sure‑win smash was perfectly intercepted, and the racket head rose gently upward.

The tennis ball traced a streak of light high in the air, soaring over Bu Er's head, landing precisely on the white back‑court boundary line.

"0‑15!"

"This technique against a smash is absurdly effective, isn't it?"

He rose slowly, Qiansui's words like cold knives piercing Bu Er's heart.

"Brown bear nets!"

Bu Er's expression was icy, his gaze as cold as winter; being crushed by his own technique—how utterly ironic.

Unfortunately, this is only the beginning.

Swish!

A golden streak of light skimmed the ground beside Bu Er, raising a long plume of dust.

"Even the flying‑swallow‑return has been struck out; does he intend to use Bu Er's technique to defeat Bu Er?!"

Watching the changes on the court, Kikumaru's gaze flickered, their face was very grim, and their pupils were full of worry.

Bu Er must be in great pain right now.

0‑30!

Boom!

Using the wind, like a whale spouting a jet of water, the tennis ball surged upward in front of the net, then fell precisely from the height onto Bu Er's baseline, and immediately, like a white whale flicking its tail, the ball defied physics and flew back.

Snap!

The pale‑yellow tennis ball was caught by Qiansui's right hand.

0‑40!

Boom!

With a single‑leg push, the body leapt vertically in front of the net, and both hands swung the racket for a heavy strike.

The smash came down ferociously.

Game, Bing Di Xue Yuan Qiansui Qianli, 2‑1!

The entire arena fell silent.

Half a beat later, someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, trembling with fear:

Too, too cruel.

Perfectly reproducing the opponent's signature moves from this match and scoring continuously with those techniques.

Being shattered by one's own most prized technique—no one could possibly endure it.

For a moment, everyone's gaze focused on Bu Er.

The blue‑white team uniform rustled in the wind.

At this moment.

That slender figure appeared especially tiny on the vast court.