Chapter 179

"Sorry, Coach, we lost."

Off the court, Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie stood guiltily in front of Ji Le Taizao.

If it weren't for them biting the bullet and insisting on wearing special weighted clothes on court, the outcome of this set would be hard to say.

"Please punish us!"

The two lowered their heads in shame, apologizing with a standard ninety-degree bow.

However, just as they were looking at the ground waiting for Ji Le Taizao to issue a punishment, a gentle voice sounded above the two.

"I allowed you to be willful, so the responsibility naturally has to be borne by me."

With hands on Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie's shoulders respectively, Jiecheng Wu turned to look at Ji Le Taizao: "Coach, that's the logic, right?"

"Jiecheng Senior, it was clearly our fault, how can it be borne by you..."

"Hmm."

For the Budongfeng Tennis Club to flourish for a long time, it didn't rely on how good a ranking his generation or the next generation achieved in the National Competition, but needed Budongfeng to become a cradle for tennis players, becoming fertile soil that nourishes genius players.

"Quiet, the coach naturally has his judgment."

Holding down Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie, who still wanted to say something, Jiecheng Wu said calmly to Ji Le Taizao.

"No problem."

Hearing Jiecheng Wu's voice, the two immediately looked up, but were interrupted before they could finish.

Actually, this matter didn't have to be like this; after all, the greatest say in the Budongfeng Tennis Club was in his hands, and his decision almost represented the will of Budongfeng.

It's a pity, I originally wanted to see more of the highest masterpiece that integrates Okinawan martial arts with tennis; it seems I can only wait for next time.

It was precisely because of this that Jiecheng Wu delegated power to Ji Le Taizao.

Upon hearing about drinking Xiao Xing's special drink for a week, Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie immediately shuddered with cold, dead memories began to attack them, and the two looked at Ji Le Taizao with surprise.

"It's actually this guy."

Only if every generation could fight hard like they were doing now, even if the talent of a certain generation wasn't enough, Budongfeng wouldn't decline easily like Shishile.

"Next, the Singles No. 2 match is about to begin, Jiecheng Wu of Budongfeng Middle School versus Mu Shou Yong Si Lang of Bijia Guo Zhong."

Soon, the new match was about to begin.

Tapping his fingers on the bench, Ji Le Taizao fell into deep thought, looking at Jiecheng Wu's back with doubt in his eyes; if it weren't for Jiecheng Wu having talked to him for a long time, with his personality, he wouldn't care at all how Shenwei Ming and the others lost.

It was just that Jiecheng Wu knew very clearly in his heart.

Therefore, to ensure the long-term inheritance of the Budongfeng spirit, some rules and systems had to be followed.

"Next match, I want you to take the match without losing a single game; if you can't complete it,

you three will drink Xiao Xing's special drink for a week."

However, since he had already agreed to it...

After thinking for a while, he looked at Jiecheng Wu and said the content of the punishment.

Smiling lightly, Jiecheng Wu confidently accepted this punishment, then picked up his racket and turned to cast his gaze toward Mu Shou Yong Si Lang not far away.

This punishment was a bit too heavy.

Off the court, knowing his opponent, Mu Shou Yong Si Lang frowned slightly.

They had already had information about Budongfeng long ago, naturally knowing that Jiecheng Wu was a powerful singles expert with strength even above Ju Juping; during the Kanto Tournament, the opponent even defeated Sanada Xian Yi Lang of Lihai University.

In the original plan, Mu Shou Yong Si Lang hadn't considered Jiecheng Wu from the very beginning.

The reason he set his target on Ju Juping wasn't just because he wanted to settle the grudge between Shishile and Bijia Guo Zhong, but more because he was more familiar with Ju Juping's style.

But Budongfeng placed Jiecheng Wu in the Singles No. 2 position this time, which clearly disrupted his plan.

"Heh."

Sweeping the disturbing thoughts from his mind, Mu Shou Yong Si Lang stared at Jiecheng Wu, who was walking slowly onto the court, and a sharp light shot out from his eyes.

What Emperor Sanada Xian Yi Lang!

Since he lost, it only proved he was nothing more than that.

Let alone you Jiecheng Wu, even if Xingcun Jingshi, who was boasted as the Son of God, stood opposite me, so what?

"Match start, Mu Shou Yong Si Lang of Bijia Guo Zhong serves, one game to decide!"

After the toss ended.

Jiecheng Wu also returned to his baseline, concentrating his attention.

Mu Shou Yong Si Lang's all-around Shrinking Ground Method wasn't a move that was easy to handle; wanting to take the match without losing a single game still required a bit of thought.

Slap. Slap.

Pressing the tennis ball twice lightly, Mu Shou Yong Si Lang narrowed his eyes, sizing up Jiecheng Wu opposite with his peripheral vision, not revealing any flaws; this guy was indeed not simple.

"Since that's the case, use this move to open the situation!"

Swish!

The arm trained for years stretched out, the tennis ball was thrown high into the air, then his whole body's muscles tightened, and he leaped high.

Boom!

With a loud noise, a white air ring suddenly appeared at the hitting point, and a terrifying white beam of light shot down from high altitude.

"He can actually do that Big Explosion of that fat guy?" Neicun Jingjie's expression changed slightly.

Tian Ren Zhi Hui shouted loudly:

"That move was originally taught to me by the captain, and in the captain's hands, the power of the Big Explosion will only be stronger, you guys just wait to see your captain being blown away!"

"As expected of Mu Shou Yong Si Lang, despite not having the robust body of Tian Ren Zhi Hui, he made up for the gap in body type through technique and hit a Big Explosion with even greater power."

Jiecheng Wu's eyes flickered slightly, sweeping over the thick light beam flying whistling, without the slightest hesitation, his legs crossed, and he arrived in front of the landing spot of the tennis ball between steps.

Claw!

A low shout in his heart, the racket in his hand swung directly at the violently bouncing tennis ball, the racket face like a giant claw opening, grabbing the powerful Big Explosion firmly.

Boom!

The terrifying force was neutralized by Jiecheng Wu without a ripple; after eliminating the momentum, the racket pulled obliquely, and the tennis ball flew toward the opposite backhand baseline corner.

"Gah? How can it be? Easily returned by him?!"

Seeing this scene, the Bijia Guo Zhong crowd exclaimed; Tian Ren Zhi Hui was full of disbelief, he knew very well how terrifying the power of Mu Shou's Big Explosion was, and this guy actually!

"Already expected it."

The lenses flashed a white light under the sunlight, Mu Shou Yong Si Lang's figure appeared in front of the tennis ball's trajectory instantly, the racket in his hand turning slightly at an angle.

Swish!

Habu!

The racket pulled a sharp afterimage, the racket face brushed fiercely against the bouncing tennis ball, and Ping Gu Chang Lin's ultimate move, Habu, was hit out just like that.

Whoosh.

The tennis ball twisted and changed, passing through the net like a poisonous snake, the unpredictable ball path making it difficult to capture.

Tap, tap!

Facing such a complex changing ball path, Jiecheng Wu didn't retreat or yield, taking two steps forward, his eyes turning with the trajectory of the tennis ball, the racket in his hand swinging without hesitation.

Boom!

The tennis ball was caught by him instantly; the escaping poisonous snake was pinched at the seven inches by the pliers, a crisp sound, and the tennis ball drew a near-perfect curve flying over the opposite net.

"It's not over yet..."

Mu Shou Yong Si Lang's feet didn't stop for a moment; before the tennis ball landed, his agile figure had already arrived in front, his dark face carrying a trace of ferocity.

"Big Habu!"

Boom!

His arm swung out from behind at a large angle, a fierce mid-air pull shot, the perfect arc instantly turning into a ferocious, dancing giant python.

Off the court, Ping Gu Chang Lin's eyes narrowed slightly; this was the first time he had seen Mu Shou use all their moves just in the probing stage.

It seemed the opponent was even stronger than imagined, it's just that...

Facing such an incessant offensive, even if he was strong, he should be very hard to react, right.

However, the next second.

Boom!

A sharp yellow stream of light pierced through from Mu Shou Yong Si Lang's side; the distance was too close to complete a normal swing.

Just a moment of hesitation, and the tennis ball had already landed and flown out.

"Point to Jiecheng Wu of Budongfeng Middle School, 0-15!"

The referee announced the score, and Jiecheng Wu stood quietly on the court holding his racket, a circular purple light ring rising quietly beside him.

Absolute Domain!

This was a super-large-range defense that combined the super-wide-range defense of Huoshen, Chi Si, and Ziyuan, perfectly combining physical ability with neural reflex ability to establish a super-type spherical defense range centered on himself.

As long as the ball path change didn't exceed this domain, this piece of area was his absolute domain.