Chapter 159: The duel between simplicity and complexity!

Outside the court, the regular members of both sides, plus the rest of the ordinary members, nearly a hundred teenagers wearing black and gray-white uniforms gathered around.

"I say, you calculated this from the beginning, didn't you?"

Sweeping his gaze over Shinji and Oshitari on the court, Atobe smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, saying in a certain tone.

"Atobe, don't you think it's interesting for two geniuses to face off?"

Yuuki Satoru smiled slightly, not denying Atobe's statement. His gaze was deep, passing through the grid holes of the green wire fence and landing on the cold-faced Ibu Shinji.

Although the training camp only lasted a week, both Shinji and Oshitari knew where the gap between themselves and the national level lay, and at the same time, they had clearly made up for this deficiency.

They had already perfected the path before the national level and had arrived at the threshold of the national level.

And the rest...

Was to step over it!

"Ah~~ seriously, that guy Oshitari, why did he have to choose this time, ~~"

His brilliant peach-colored hair was exceptionally bright in the sunlight, but Mukahi Gakuto hung his head, his mouth pouting high in dissatisfaction, his voice dragged out long, and the trailing tone was filled with his thick resentment.

However, when he saw the two people waiting in full battle array on the court, as well as the interested looks of Yuuki Satoru and Atobe, he knew that this match must have been pushed by the captains of both sides in secret.

Boom!

A white streak of light crossed the net, and before the people off the court could react, the tennis ball had already landed steadily on the corner line of the service area on Oshitari Yuushi's backhand side.

Seeing Yuuki Satoru's demeanor, a look of surprise flashed in Atobe's eyes. If he remembered correctly, he shouldn't be the heir to any financial group, right?

But this faintly revealed demeanor of a superior...

Yuuki Satoru is really an unfathomable guy.

Swish!

The ball flew outward, its path tricky to the extreme.

The Ice Emperor members looked at each other, their expressions full of shock and confusion.

"Quiet!"

This is a powerful opponent that cannot be ignored.

Slap, slap, slap...

As the tennis ball bounced on the ground several times, Ibu Shinji restrained the emotional fluctuations in his heart.

Turning his waist and leading with his shoulder, his arm attacked swiftly.

But now it was suddenly postponed, and there were always some people who couldn't help but complain. Although the sound was very light, after the number of people increased, the whole court seemed a bit noisy.

The tennis ball landed for the first time.

It was originally an arc pointing to the outer corner, and after bouncing, it flew outward at a larger angle.

Ibu Shinji didn't care about the small episode off the court; his attention was completely focused on the upcoming match.

The power between the two was worlds apart.

Ever since passing the test halfway up the mountain, I have already touched that door, and now...

Looking at Oshitari Yuushi from afar, who was equally calm and suppressing the emotions in his heart, Ibu Shinji couldn't help but reveal a hint of heat on his face: "I believe you should be in the same mood as me!"

In fact, some ordinary Ice Emperor members were not very familiar with Yuuki Satoru, nor did they feel that the reprimand just now was very severe, but they all looked like they still had lingering fears at this time.

Tap, tap, tap!

A crisp and neat sound of footsteps rang out. Ibu Shinji's toes tapped lightly, his figure rising and falling, and he quickly arrived at the defensive position.

Only after Yuuki Satoru moved his gaze away did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone seemed to have been stimulated by an electric current passing through their bodies in an instant, and they immediately stood up extremely straight and upright.

Only one trigger away from completely pushing open that door and stepping into a brand new realm from then on!

However, not everyone could have as good a sense as Mukahi. After a week of hard training, most people were physically and mentally exhausted, and the barbecue party was an activity everyone had been looking forward to for a long time.

Oshitari Yuushi...

Possessing three types of returns similar to Seigaku's Fuji Syusuke, a special state that can completely seal off the inner heart, and the thousand techniques that have been built during this period.

With no other choice, Mukahi Gakuto could only wipe his drool and suppress the impatience in his heart: "Fatty and juicy honey-glazed barbecue, tender and juicy high-grade steak, as soon as the match is over, I will find you at the first time."

Mori Tatsunori looked at the arc flying outward at a large angle in surprise. He also knew how to serve a sidespin, but in Shinji's hands, this sidespin serve clearly radiated a different kind of vitality.

"Everyone, watch this match carefully!"

On the court.

Atobe didn't think too much, stepped forward, and said to everyone in a cold tone.

Although Atobe was the captain of Ice Emperor, there was a voice in their hearts telling them that they should have listened to Yuuki Satoru's orders in the first place.

Across the net.

"So impolite right from the start."

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...

The pale yellow surface rubbed fiercely against the ground, with a hiss.

"Yes!"

Boom!

The beautiful muscle lines were clearly exposed by the gray-white short-sleeved shirt, a forehand fierce attack, pulling the tennis ball into a straight line, flying toward Ibu Shinji's backhand, which was difficult to defend.

D, F, D, R.

That is, Defensive, Flat, Drive, Return, defensive flat drive shot!

Used specifically for defensive moments, the ball hit has almost no spin, and will produce a slight drift under the action of air resistance. It is another type of "fluctuation ball."

"It seems that Oshitari doesn't intend to hold back either!"

"The sidespin serve can actually hit such a tricky ball path!"

Oshitari Yuushi felt a slight chill in his heart. The muscle of his left calf, which had just landed, tightened, and he kicked hard. The body that had originally stopped moved another half a meter outside the court.

Under the dark blue hair, Ibu Shinji's expression didn't change much, only a hint of excitement flashed in his cold eyes.

Mukahi Gakuto's eyes lit up. Although this seemed to be just an ordinary drive, it was actually one of Oshitari's thousand techniques.

With a light reprimand, Yuuki Satoru interrupted the noise outside the court. His eyes were sharp, and those swept by his majestic gaze subconsciously closed their mouths.

The breeze blew the dark blue hair, revealing Oshitari Yuushi's cold eyes. His legs crossed quickly, and he arrived at the ball's landing point in the blink of an eye.

Swish!

Maintaining the stability and balance of his body, his center of gravity slightly forward, the tennis ball left his palm smoothly, his right hand stretched backward, forming a large arc.

Although he was very confident in his serve, he knew Oshitari Yuushi's strength better. It was just a sidespin serve, it couldn't stump the opponent.

Brake!

His right foot stepped on the ground, his knees bent, his whole body's muscles suddenly exerted force, his body twisted toward the incoming ball, and the racket in his hand drew a residual shadow diagonally with the rotation.

An incomparably wonderful backhand shot, the movement was so silky and coherent that not a single pause could be found.

Boom!

The tennis ball was brought out with intense topspin, flying back diagonally again.

Swish.

Oshitari Yuushi's reaction was not slow either. While Shinji was defending, he had already arrived at the net, and the gray-white figure suddenly intercepted in front of the yellow light.

"I've taken this point."

The non-prescription lenses flashed in the sunlight, Oshitari Yuushi stepped heavily, his body pressed forward, and the racket in his hand snapped the tennis ball in mid-air.

Clatter!

The moment the racket face touched the tennis ball, his eyes suddenly shrank. This spin was even more intense than expected. Pulled by the hissing spinning tennis ball, the racket face vibrated slightly.

"Still get past me."

His five fingers gripped the racket tighter, his arm muscles tightened accordingly, and he pressed the racket forward suddenly.

Boom!

The intense spin of the tennis ball was ignored and crushed by Oshitari Yuushi, and it attacked toward the predetermined position. However, due to this momentary pause, the kill shot that should have been a sure win ultimately revealed a flaw.

Rip!

The water-blue racket frame rubbed against the air rapidly in mid-air, cutting in under the pale yellow ball shadow, the racket face slashed across the tennis ball's surface incomparably cleverly, endowing it with a special spin.

On the court, a golden crescent moon suddenly crossed the central net. At the moment Oshitari Yuushi was caught off guard, the golden light fell rapidly and landed beside his feet.

Swish!

With a light touch, the tennis ball shot rapidly into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye. It was only after a long time that the sound of the tennis ball landing in the backcourt was heard.

"I didn't expect that I would be the one to be counter-attacked."

Sweeping over the tennis ball on the backcourt ground, Oshitari Yuushi recalled the exchange in the flash of lightning just now. Ibu Shinji's timing for this cut-in was perfect.

What a beautiful defensive counter-attack.

He looked deeply at Ibu Shinji, who remained calm as usual, and while praising him secretly in his heart, the competitive spirit of the Kansai Wolf became even hotter.

Only such a match can keep me moving toward perfection!

"Ibu Shinji scores, 15-0!"

"What an intense match..."

On the court, Ibu Shinji and Oshitari Yuushi launched an intense and wonderful rapid attack. In an instant, the offensive and defensive positions of the two changed.

One gorgeous move after another made people dazzled, and the tense and exciting duel atmosphere made everyone hold their hearts in mid-air until that point ended, and then they resumed breathing.

The ordinary members who were originally somewhat unwilling were now attracted by the match between the two.

Everyone had long known the power of Ibu Shinji and Oshitari Yuushi, but the strength displayed by these two at this moment clearly exceeded their past levels.

Hiss!

A slight, dull sound came from the court. This was the sound of the racket strings rubbing against the tennis ball. The racket swept across from the front, revealing Oshitari Yuushi's cold eyes behind it.

Skylark Flash!

Ibu Shinji, who had just returned the ball, didn't have time to react before the tennis ball flashed out of thin air in front of his eyes. When it appeared again, it had already appeared in the distant high sky, like a skylark flapping its wings, making it unfathomable.

Clatter!

The tennis ball landed behind the baseline, and after bouncing a few times, it rolled a short distance on the ground powerlessly.

"Oshitari Yuushi scores, 40-30!"

The two bit the score very tightly. Ibu Shinji raised his eyes to look at the figure opposite, seeming to want to imprint the opponent's appearance completely in his brain, and said coldly.

"Continue."

Accompanied by the tennis ball leaving his palm, Ibu Shinji's body bent backward, black flames quietly lingered on the surface of his body, his arms stretched out, as if unfolding a pair of pitch-black wings, and then his cold and ruthless eyes, like gold-plated, swept across Oshitari Yuushi's feet.

Screech!

A high-pitched hiss that pierced through gold and stone resounded through the court, and the tricky and sharp arc pierced accurately into the opposite half of the court.

In an instant, the people around the court felt exceptionally depressed in their hearts, and a fierce and cold aura seemed to press on everyone's hearts, making even breathing become cautious.

Swish!

Like a streak of lightning flashing, tearing the air, the tennis ball suddenly rose from the ground.

In front of this ball, the hair on Oshitari's backhand stood up at this moment, and his movements couldn't help but become slow. Just a moment of hesitation, and the tennis ball escaped and flew away the second before his racket swung out.

"Ibu Shinji takes this game, 1-0."

"Both sides change courts!"

"Have you been able to skillfully use the aura of Wildness to deter and influence your opponent? Not bad!"

Tachibana Kippei locked his gaze on this cold, eagle-like teenager, and the satisfied look in his eyes was undisguised.

As long as he continues to grow at this speed, when he and Yuuki graduate, perhaps Shinji will become a reliable pillar of Immovable Peak.

"Progressing very fast~"

On the side, Chitose Senri smiled lightly. Although Oshitari lost a game, there was not much anxiety on his face.

The Kansai Wolf of Ice Emperor wouldn't be suppressed so easily.

On the court, it was Oshitari Yuushi's turn to serve.

"Punishing Slice."

Accompanied by a whisper, the racket snapped down from the air, and the racket face brushed across the tennis ball and slashed diagonally.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball leaving the racket face suddenly flashed, and Kamio Akira's heart on the sidelines shook.

Because in his eyes, the tennis ball had disappeared!

"It's a special sidespin."

Ibu Shinji's mind recalled the moment of hitting the ball just now, and he quickly calculated the landing point of the tennis ball in his heart: "... right inner corner!"

His figure suddenly darted out, and he had absolute confidence in his judgment.

And in the position near the center line in the right service area, a yellow tennis ball appeared on the ground, and when it bounced up, Ibu Shinji's racket had already slashed over and enveloped it.

Boom!

The sharp sound of breaking air rang out again, like the sharp claws of a goshawk attacking.

"Actually saw through Oshitari's P&S at a glance!"

Ibu Shinji's performance surprised Shishido Ryo. Punishing Slice was one of the thousand techniques developed by Oshitari, using special sidespin to hit a serve that could only be seen after it bounced.

He thought this strange move could take a point on its first appearance, but he didn't expect the opponent to crack it at a glance.

Swish!

As the black streak of light crossed the net, Ibu Shinji locked onto Oshitari Yuushi again with a cold and cruel Wildness aura, influencing his rhythm.

However.

A pair of dead eyes without the slightest emotion suddenly appeared in Ibu Shinji's line of sight, his heart felt empty, and Wildness lost the perception of Oshitari Yuushi in an instant.

Closing the heart.

The aura was completely restrained, and all habits, including the movement of sight and any small movements that might appear in the body, were completely eliminated. In Oshitari Yuushi's eyes, only that yellow tennis ball remained.

"Fake and Drop."

His right foot stepped diagonally forward, his arm suddenly pulled backhand diagonally with his body, aiming directly at the backhand diagonal of the backcourt.

Tap, tap!

His feet crossed quickly, Ibu Shinji's calf muscles tightened, his soles stepped back, and he instantly sprinted and accelerated out.

Swish.

Seeing this, a cold light flashed on Oshitari Yuushi's face, his arm stopped suddenly, the rapidly swung racket changed speed instantly, his wrist shook, the racket face tilted at a subtle angle, and the original backhand drive turned into a slice in the blink of an eye.

Clatter.

With a light sound, the tennis ball flew over the net leisurely and fell softly in front of the net.

"Oshitari Yuushi scores, 15-0!"

Thousand Techniques·Fake Drop Shot! ===== CHAPTER 160 =====