Chapter 121: Fierce Clash!

"Ju Juping, lift the restriction and seriously bring it on!" Chitose's gaze burned like a torch as he stood in front of Ju Juping.

He wants to settle the outcome once and for all.

So he will never accept the opponent holding back out of guilt.

For this day.

He has waited too long.

Switching courts, Chitose stood at the baseline, body leaning forward, both hands gripping the racket, clearly ready to receive serve; he believed Ju Juping would understand his resolve.

"I understand!"

His shoulders dropped, he exhaled a breath of frustration, and Ju Juping's tiger eyes lifted.

Looking at Chitose's determined gaze, something indescribable stirred in his heart.

So without turning his head, he walked straight to his service spot, a flash of feral light suddenly appearing in his eyes.

"The sleeping lion has been awakened."

Yet in no match had Ju Juping ever shown such intense aggression.

Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie stared dumbfounded, Neicun Jingjie was also too shocked to speak, even forgetting to lower his right hand that had been adjusting his hat brim.

Jiecheng Wu keenly caught that fleeting ferocious aura, a Wildness alert to danger.

"Is this… the real Deputy Director Ju!?"

Swish!

He inhaled deeply, muscles rippling, the tennis ball soaring upward, Ju Juping transformed into a looming black lion about to erupt, a terrifying aura gathering with each breath.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The struck zone, sliced by the racket, suddenly displayed a shattered ring of air!

"My brother and Brother Chitose were truly strong back then, almost unbeatable across Kyushu; even senior upperclassmen rarely managed to score against them."

"!"

Boom!

A thunderclap on the ground.

The noisy crowd gradually fell silent, an inexplicable pressure suddenly weighing on his heart.

Yiwu Shen Si, whose Wildness instinct also awakened, instantly sat upright; though not directly targeted, the intimidation from the superior still tightened his chest, the black aura nearly bursting forth.

His brows lowered slightly; after the violently spinning tennis ball touched the ground, in a fleeting instant the court was filled with countless pale‑yellow ball shadows.

"How is that guy doing

It feels so terrifying! The Ice Emperor's player shouldn't be in danger, right?"

The airflow surged and exploded, sending dozens of tennis balls bursting outward.

The next instant.

Birds on the fence startled into flight, twisted air shattered the afternoon sun, the gray‑white hem of a coat was lifted by the wind, and a tennis ball shot out from beside Chitose.

Although they had faced Ju Juping before the Kanto tournament, and had even witnessed Ju Juping's full‑strength match against Director Jiecheng.

Ju Juping suddenly leapt, tiger eyes gazing across the court, feral light radiating.

A sharp, silk‑ripping sound suddenly rang out in the heavy air.

Chitose was startled: such speed! such ferocity! such variation!

Ju Xing's face beamed with joy; the older brother had returned.

"This match is getting more and more interesting."

Jibei watched the fierce, violent serve with keen interest, his face full of admiration.

With just that strike, Ju Juping earned the right to be his opponent.

"Budongfeng Ju Juping scores, 15‑0."

The countless ball shadows kept flashing in the referee's eyes, momentarily stunned and forgetting to call the score.

Only after a reminder from beneath the high chair did he sweep over the ball marks and announce the score, though his voice still held an uncontrollable astonishment.

"Well played."

Chitose sincerely praised, this is the Ju Juping he should be, the opponent he is determined to defeat.

"Since you want to settle this seriously, I will give it my all, but"

Ju Juping's tiger eyes swept, meeting Chitose's gaze from afar; now he no longer hesitated.

"The result may not be as you wish!!"

"Heh, don't brag too early!"

"Then bring it on!"

Swish!

He tossed the tennis ball up; streamlined muscles layered progressively, and at the moment the contained power burst forth, Ju Juping abruptly snapped the racket down.

Boom!

The tennis ball surged forward like a golden lion sprinting over the net, a gust of wind whipping its golden mane wildly, countless ball shadows crowding the entire court.

"Rampaging lion!"

"Well timed!"

Chitose pressed his foot hard, sliding, and his body instantly launched outward.

This is the serve‑style lion's roar: one split ball appears before the tennis ball hits the ground, another after it lands.

Though different, their splitting methods changed little.

Snicker

A puff of dust rose from his foot, Chitose's brown eyes swiftly swept the endless ball shadows, then fixed on a blank spot somewhere.

Bang!

A red racket suddenly lashed out; as it swept past a certain point, a yellow tennis ball appeared squarely on the racket face.

The next second.

A milky-white aura surged from Chisui's arm, and the tennis ball instantly reversed and flew back.

"This is the state of Selflessness."

After experiencing so many matches, the Budongfeng crowd were no longer novices; they instantly recognized the technique Chisui had employed.

Hummm.

A faint, low rumble sounded, and a deep crimson aura likewise rose upon Ju Juping's body; unlike the gentleness of Selflessness, this aura revealed a scorching, violent intent.

Lion's aura!

Bang!

Furious Lion Roar!

A sound like a lion's roar echoed in everyone's ears; Ju Juping's eyes were sharp and fierce, his expression exultant and flamboyant.

He had smashed the tennis ball down from the air, the Furious Lion Roar howled forth, filling the court with ball shadows, and the real tennis ball pierced through a gap in Chisui's defense.

"Budongfeng's Ju Juping scores, 30-0."

Bang!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School's Ju Juping, 1-1."

In just a few minutes, Ju Juping also domineeringly held his own service game.

"Chisui is being suppressed."

Seeing this, the Ice Emperor's party showed expressions of disbelief, after all, everyone could see Chisui's strength.

But upon further thought, the situation before them was actually reasonable.

If that guy named Ju Juping weren't so formidable, how could Chisui keep thinking of him?

On the backcourt service line.

Chisui lowered his head, muttering lowly: "Such a bout truly makes me tremble with excitement, only regrettable.

"I, for one, don't like being in a position where I'm constantly getting hit!"

Through that recent exchange, he could already confirm that Ju Juping's strength had not only not declined, but had noticeably improved.

If that is the case

"Then I won't hold back!"

Swish!

He tossed the tennis ball upward, the aura of Selflessness condensed on his arm, the racket rolled the ball downward in a slice, and the ball instantly left the racket face, shooting forth.

However.

As the tennis ball crossed the net, swoosh swoosh swoosh! The yellow tennis ball instantly split into three!

A flash of pride flickered in Chisui's eyes; he seized part of the variable technique of the Furious Lion Roar and blended it into the God Concealment.

This is—

Roaring God's Concealment!!