Chapter 143

The referee's verdict echoed in the venue, lingering for a long time.

The audience was plunged into dead silence, especially the Lihai University cheerleading squad, which had lost its voice.

"That Emperor... Sanada Genichiro, actually lost just like that..."

Looking at the score on the scoreboard, the Lihai University fans were bewildered, doubting their own memories; the match just now was like a dream.

That was Sanada, one of the top players in the country, yet in front of that guy, he was like an apprentice who had just picked up a racket, completely powerless to resist.

A single match ended Lihai University's momentum of two consecutive victories.

"How about it, can you still walk?"

In front of the net, looking at the struggling Sanada, Jiecheng Wu reached out and took the other's racket, placing Sanada's arm over his shoulder.

"... I can do it myself."

Sanada's body stiffened, wanting to pull his hand back, but he was firmly held by Jiecheng Wu.

He wanted to secure the championship of this year's Kanto Tournament for Lihai University!

Yukimura didn't speak.

"The match is over, just be honest and let me take you back."

Yukimura bowed slightly to express his thanks; Jiecheng Wu didn't chat much, waved his hand, and turned to leave.

Leaning half his body on Jiecheng Wu, Sanada's voice was slightly hoarse, but the will conveyed was very firm.

"The captain of Budongfeng is an existence that cannot be ignored; under his leadership, Budongfeng will likely become our greatest opponent in the future."

"However, if you want to beat me, your current strength is far from enough, so work hard to become stronger!"

But, before that.

A ripple rose in his heart; this was the first time he had so strongly wanted to compete with someone.

"Naturally."

Even though his calves were twitching so much he could barely stand, he was still being stubborn.

Heh, what a guy who loves to act tough!

Ignoring the other's very resistant expression, Jiecheng Wu chuckled, tucked both rackets under his left arm, and supported Sanada with his right hand, walking toward Lihai University.

He had a premonition that the two of them would definitely decide the winner one day.

"This match... I will remember the shame of this match; one day, I will return it to you."

"Is that so?

Watching the other's departing back, Sanada pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You're welcome, remember to have this guy go to the hospital for a check-up early."

"Whether in strength or character, he is top-tier in every way."

"Thank you, Jiecheng-kun, for taking care of Sanada."

I look forward to that day."

With a cautious tone, Liu Lian Er helped Sanada sit down, his gaze also following Jiecheng Wu's figure.

On Budongfeng's side.

"Have you gone to warm up yet?"

After returning to the team, Jiecheng Wu immediately asked about Ju Juping's status, as he was about to play in the next Singles No. 2.

"Yes, for a while now."

Shenwei Ming replied in a deep voice.

Soon, five minutes later.

Ju Juping returned from outside, his body wreathed in a terrifying aura, yet his eyes maintained an extremely cold and chilling calmness.

Holding his racket, he came to the side of the court, his fierce appearance like a top predator staring at its prey, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"With the situation at this point, there's no need for so many concerns.

Just go all out!"

"Yes!"

Jiecheng Wu reached out and bumped fists with Ju Juping; the two looked at each other, everything understood without words.

"Next, the Singles No. 2 match will begin, Budongfeng Middle School's Ju Juping versus Lihai University Affiliated Middle School's Yukimura Seiichi."

"Will both players please step forward."

The broadcast sounded, and the venue, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly boiled over.

Although Sanada had lost, the moment Yukimura stepped onto the court, the Lihai University cheerleading squad immediately found their backbone again.

"The Child of God, Yukimura Seiichi, will never lose!"

"Ever-victorious! Lihai University!

Let's Go, Let's Go, Lihai University!"

"Budongfeng must win! Budongfeng must win!"

Although Budongfeng's numbers couldn't compare to Lihai University's, this game concerned Budongfeng's last chance, and all the Budongfeng fans in the venue shouted with all their might.

For a moment, Budongfeng's momentum was not at a disadvantage.

"Please take care of me."

"Please take care of me."

The two shook hands at the net, without much talk, and the match began directly.

The toss ended.

"The match begins, Budongfeng Middle School's Ju Juping to serve first, one set to decide the winner!"

As the referee's verdict fell, all eyes in the venue instantly focused on Ju Juping, who was clutching the tennis ball.

"Juping..."

Qiansui's eyes flickered slightly.

He had seen Yukimura Seiichi's brilliance at last year's National Competition, and now that his best friend was facing this Child of God, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Ju Juping.

Pop. Pop.

The tennis ball bounced on the ground continuously, and as the dull sound of the impact rang out, the spectators near the sidelines felt themselves trapped in a particularly oppressive atmosphere, suffocating.

Hum.

A dark red aura rose quietly, surging on the surface of Ju Juping's body, and the terrifying aura invaded toward Yukimura on the opposite side.

Yukimura smiled slightly, like spring snow meeting the warm sun; before the Wildness aura could reach him, it dissipated.

Swish!

No longer waiting, Ju Juping flicked his wrist, and the tennis ball soared into the air.

Tap, tap.

Then, with a tap of his toes, he kicked off like a lion, his waist and back bent backward, his core muscles accumulating terrifying power in an instant; his gaze moved to Yukimura, and a huge whipping force was transmitted from his right arm to the racket.

Boom!

With an explosive sound, before the tennis ball had even flown over the net, it split into dozens of dense ball shadows in mid-air.

"It's the serve-style Roaring Lion."

Shenwei Ming looked at the sky full of ball shadows on the court, and since the dark red lion aura had already ravaged the court before the serve, Vice-Captain Ju had intended to go all out from the beginning.

"Senior Ju has no intention of testing him."

Nearby, Yiwu Shen Si stroked his racket, his voice low.

Shenwei Ming looked over; that racket was already ruined, the strings broken one by one, as if torn by the sharp claws of a beast, ferocious and ugly.

"Split ball, a very good technical variation."

His gaze shifted slightly; looking at the golden mass in front of him, Yukimura still had the leisure to evaluate Ju Juping's move.

"However, no matter how many it splits into, the moment it lands, the real tennis ball cannot remain hidden."

Yukimura's gaze was like a torch; with just one look, he saw through the flaw in this ball.

Sure enough, the moment the tennis ball touched the ground, he took two diagonal steps, arrived in front of where the ball bounced, and with a wave of his arm, he neutralized the violent spin.

Whoosh!

A stream of light streaked across the court.

Seeing Yukimura break the Roaring Lion with such ease, Ju Juping's heart sank.

"Truly powerful!"

But he had been prepared for this level long ago.

Swish!

His body brought a gust of wind, Ju Juping leaped into the air, his right knee hooked up, his arm holding the racket bent, and his back muscles spread out like a winch.

"Explosive Ball Dance!"

The racket slashed at the incoming stream of light, the frame smashing the tennis ball until it was distorted and deformed.

Whoosh—

A sharp, piercing sound of breaking air rang out, and in the blink of an eye, countless tennis balls exploded outward, ravaging the entire court.

"Budongfeng scores, 15-0."