Chapter 183: Tiger Feast! The Millennial's Opponent

"Did you notice, Ju?"

Jiecheng Wu's gaze lightly swept over Yuan Zheye, who was walking past the net to change sides, and in that absurd bout a hidden current was surging beneath the surface.

But Yiwu Shen Si, who was in the match, seemed only now to finally react.

"Are you talking about that strange mental energy fluctuation? A very odd technique."

Ju Juping opened his slightly narrowed eyes, his pupils flickering, his gaze deep as he looked at Yuan Zheye, thinking to himself that the Four Heavenly Treasure Temple was indeed something special.

If it were just simple teasing and chatter, given Yiwu Shen Si's personality, he certainly wouldn't be so flustered.

What exactly did he employ?

Below the court.

"Ah, yes."

With a light tap of his finger, Ji Le Taizao said, though a faint trace of reminiscence lingered in his pale gold eyes.

His tennis is a ninja‑style tennis, each move riddled with traps, and among them is a technique he calls the "Five‑Vehicle Technique"!

These five vehicles are:

As a nonstop sarcasm vending machine, senior Yuan Zheye possesses an almost inexhaustible stamina.

Although Cai Qian's talent is not lacking, he has played tennis for less than half a year, only just approaching Kansai level, and compared with Yiwu Shen Si, he is clearly far behind.

Whoosh!

A sharp yellow beam shot straight toward Yuan Zheye's backhand corner, bearing a black aura, like a black‑glowing golden‑iron feather, exceedingly sharp.

Although Yuan Zheye truly didn't know what temporary numbness technique was, for this veteran of the circuit, that prolonged up‑and‑down spin alternation was overly conspicuous.

The tennis ball instantly emitted a golden beam, which in an instant slammed the ball down.

However, the impact of that ball was far more than just a single point.

He stepped forward with his left foot, using his body's force to swing the racket, cutting down hard.

Hitting while teasing.

Winning the opening match, the Four Heavenly Treasure Temple's cheer squad instantly erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

"Senior Ping Shan's sniper bullet?!"

"I think after losing to me, he went to France, right?"

"The players are swapping courts."

"Yiwu Shen Si's match experience is still lacking."

"Yiwu Shen Si actually lost."

"Next, turn Wildness from intimidating the opponent into strengthening your instinct, reorganizing the offense."

Bang!

The racket and ball collided heavily, the fierce wind whipping, and Yuan Zheye's dangling orange‑red hair shook violently.

At the side of the court, the Four Heavenly Treasure Temple's duo Xiao Chun Yuji were still goofing around early; Ji Le Taizao took them all in with his eyes, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

"Use Wildness to boost your focus, forcibly avoiding the opponent's influence

I understand, coach."

The match continues.

Ji Le Taizao's gaze drifted, his thoughts returning to the past.

Yiwu Shen Si ignored him, his expression as cold as frost.

Joy‑vehicle, Anger‑vehicle, Sorrow‑vehicle, Pleasure‑vehicle, Fear‑vehicle.

Using words, expressions, even deliberately forfeiting points to steer the match's rhythm, forcing his own mental power to affect the opponent, hoping to subtly manipulate the opponent's joy, anger, sorrow, pleasure and inner emotions, thereby driving them into self‑collapse.

"Hmm, go ahead."

Yiwu Shen Si barely caught up, but the tennis ball's force was too great; even with both hands holding the racket, he was jolted numb in an instant, his clenched fingers flung open, the ball struck the racket and sent it flying, its momentum unending, crashing heavily into the wire net.

Tap tap tap!

At that moment, a rapid series of footfalls rang out from the opposite side.

The three have no hierarchy, but compared with the unfathomable "Heart", the human body inevitably has limits; thus among world‑class players, the vast majority pursue the path of the "Heart".

"Yiwu junior, here they come!"

Just as he prepared to receive the ball, Yuan Zheye's eyes lit up, and in a teasing yet meaningful tone he said again.

"Dong, dong, dong‑dong‑dong!! Four Heavenly Treasure Temple!"

Slightly startled, Yiwu Shen Si quickly recovered, thought briefly, and understood Ji Le Taizao's meaning.

"Oh no, could I miss it?"

When the match ended, Yuan Zheye restrained his comedic demeanor, took the towel handed by Bai Shi, and remarked.

Leaving a clatter of the wire net behind.

These three are the three different paths each tennis player can take toward the world; choosing any one leads into the world.

"Match over, Four Heavenly Treasure Temple wins, total score 1‑0!"

Sure enough, the next instant.

Watching the violently spinning tennis ball fall, Yiwu Shen Si's mouth twitched slightly; once this ball bounced, the opponent would have no time to recover.

Tap tap tap!

Yiwu Shen Si's eyes flashed sharply, the tennis ball's force astonishing, yet he showed no hesitation; with Wild Instinct Aura fully activated, his mind and body were already taut like a single string.

Meanwhile, a rainbow‑hued aura swelled in his eyes, almost overflowing, a burst of multicolored stars flickered, and he softly said:

"Ball 46!"

Yuan Zheye's steps were swift as he chased the ball; although he realized his teasing no longer worked, he still showed no intention to stop, as if the habit had become part of his body.

"Finally finished!"

"Yiwu, little bro, is really good, but why does he always hit my backhand?"

Boom!

With a booming crack, the tennis ball tore through the air like a fired bullet, leaving a flame‑like trail.

"Daily trash‑talking trains my abs, so my smash must be awesome!"

"I was too arrogant; I didn't see that shot was the opponent's trap!"

Damn!

At that moment, Yiwu Shen Si could only hear his own breathing and the frustration and resentment bubbling inside him.

"Game, Four Heavens Treasure Temple Yuan Zheye, 5‑3!"

Yuan Zheye leapt high, a mischievous grin on his face, and hammered the ball down hard.

As the captain of Four Heavens Treasure Temple, he worries about the future of the tennis club.

It's a world‑class move that's quite entertaining.

"And it's not just one person; the whole team is doing similar training, right?"

Watching Yiwu Shen Si make his split‑second choice, Bai Shi felt pressure—not because he thought the opponent could surpass him, but because Yiwu, only a first‑year, already possessed such skill.

Seeing a slight wobble on the racket face, Neicun Jingjie instinctively grabbed the bleacher rail, his heart racing.

And that momentary hesitation would invite defeat.

Boom!

At the instant the racket struck the face, Yuan Zheye's arm twitched, and the tennis ball veered off its path, soaring at a steep angle into the air above the court.

"Budongfeng little bro is awesome~"

At the sidelines, golden Xiao Chun's eyes lit up as she watched Yiwu Shen Si, a blush spreading across her cheeks, her body twisting shyly as she swayed.

And a certain group of people have reaped special gains on the Heart Path.

"3‑2!"

The Four Heavens Treasure Temple kid's tennis hasn't reached that level yet, but it already hints at that flavor.

This rally's clash wasn't about technique, but the gap in experience and perspective.

"If we only focus on this, there's no need to worry.

A white towel covers his head, blocking vision on both sides.

"That's also right."

"Xiao Chun, are you trying to cheat?" Yi Shi Yu Ci shouted, questioning loudly.

Back when he was still battling in domestic professional tournaments, he once faced a player whose strength was other‑dimensional; the opponent called himself "Ninja," dressed like one, and even his moves resembled various ninja techniques.

His breathing grew a bit heavier; during the match, only the sideline coach can give advice during breaks, so even though Bai Shi sensed something, he couldn't tell the senior.

Sss—whoosh!

The tennis ball skidded briefly on the ground, then rose like a soaring hawk, climbing straight upward.

Bai Shi's eyes flickered slightly, keenly noticing the subtle difference between them; though the gap was tiny, it altered almost three tiers of power.

Boom!

The moment the strings cupped the ball, a violent force surged from the racket; the strings emitted a sharp sss, and his body froze.

Cross‑legged, his dark‑green hair fell from his hat to cover his eyes; Ji Le Taizao whispered, and beneath the disheveled strands, his pale‑gold eyes glanced at Du Bian Xiu, who was still twirling a toothpick nearby, sparking a hint of interest.

Yiwu Shen Si walked past the coach's chair where Ji Le Taizao sat, racket in hand, his brows knit, when a voice whispered a reminder in his ear.

"Budongfeng's Yiwu is fanning out to both back‑corner angles; he's trying to sap the senior's stamina,"

Boom!

Qiansui Qianli swung his arm for a smash; the ball in mid‑air instantly became a lingering afterimage, blasting toward the opposite court and vanishing the instant it rebounded.

Although it's unclear what will happen, if it keeps going, it feels like something bad is bound to occur.

"Senior, can you notice it before then?"

He didn't notice that, the instant he prepared to launch his attack, Yuan Zheye's mouth on the opposite side also curled slightly.

"3‑3!"

Sizzle!

"It only has the shape; it's still far from a real sniper bullet."

Swish!

But as the tennis ball rose, a figure appeared mid‑air, arms outstretched, enveloping the ball beneath.

"Sure enough, it's back."

"This trajectory is perfect for me, because I absolutely love smashing!"

Boom!

"Game, Four Heavens Treasure Temple Yuan Zheye, 2‑1!"

Seeing the opponent's brief stiffness, Yiwu Shen Si's eyes lit up; temporarily numbed, this move was already outpaced by his evolving power.

After landing, Yuan Zheye closed his mouth, his abdomen contracting rhythmically, a voice emanating from it, a self‑satisfied grin on his face, as if ventriloquism mattered far more than the previous smash.

"The winner is king!"

Boom!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Yiwu Shen Si, 1‑1!"

"No, it's not over yet!"

Because when he attacks, a doubtful thought inevitably surfaces.

Compared with the Five‑Wheeled Technique, that move—created in a desperate bid to defeat me with the Nine Characters—is actually more interesting; I wonder if I'll ever get to see it again.

Boom!

Bang!

In a moment, the two kept up a fierce rally, each scoring points.

Jiecheng Wu's eyes narrowed slightly; there was no way Shen Si could fail to return this weakened shot—he surely had his own plan.

But before he could walk over, Jiecheng Wu pressed down on his shoulder: "Let him be alone for a while."

However, he was breaking the opponent's concentration through comedic tennis, not by stirring up emotions.

Shenwei Ming wanted to go over and comfort Shen Si, but it was still the first time he'd seen the other look so regretful.

Gazing at the situation on the court, Jiecheng Wu let out a soft sigh.

The next moment, even the racket vibrated intensely.

Bang!

"Game, Four Heavenly Treasure Temple's Yuan Zheye, 6-4!"

Ignoring the antics of the two troublemakers beside him, Renzu Qianye propped his chin on one hand, brows slightly furrowed; even without looking, he always knew the exact position of senior Yuan Zheye and precisely hit the ball toward the opposite direction.

But.

"2-2!"

The quietly watching match Renzu Qianye exclaimed in surprise, he hadn't expected senior Yuan Zheye to still have this trick up his sleeve.

The tennis ball's power was immense, yet Yiwu Shen Si paid no heed, lightly loosening his grip then immediately tightening it, the racket face rotating by a slight angle.

Mind, body, technique.

"A bit interesting."

Soon.

His feet shuffled a few steps, Yiwu Shen Si instantly arrived at the ball's landing point, a flash of sharpness in his eyes, he deftly sliced the descending ball from high to low with his racket.

Bang! Swish!

Only the sound of the hit was heard, and a ball whizzing past the court; the player's swing was invisible, and the ball's trajectory couldn't be seen.

But if seeing it for the first time, even if the opponent is a national-level player, one would surely fall flat!

"Cloud Eagle Return!"

Next.

"The comedic bullet is even more powerful~"

As the match between Budongfeng and Four Heavenly Treasure Temple's Single Match No. 3 ended, the showdown between Ice Emperor and Standing Sea University continued, and compared to Yiwu Shen Si and Yuan Zheye, this side's lineup seemed even more formidable.

"I'm just concerned about every energetic young boy~"

But this time, the situation he anticipated didn't occur; Yiwu Shen Si swung his racket and went to meet the ball.

So, even without knowing what Shen Si was planning, the opponent decisively chose to expose an opening, luring Shen Si out.

"Winning really isn't easy; even in that situation, he clung on stubbornly and won back a point."

At a crucial moment in the match, after being thoroughly schemed against by the opponent, this would have a huge lingering effect on Shen Si's mentality and the rhythm of his offense and defense.

Baishi's eyes flashed a cold light; with his basic tennis skills, he had long noticed that Yiwu Shen Si was continually hitting alternating topspin and underspin shots.

"Boom, boom, boom boom boom!! Four Heavenly Treasure Temple!"

Instantly on the court appeared an inverted golden crescent; the ball flew over the net and plummeted rapidly.

The cold, hatted youth's gaze was sharp; holding his racket like a sword, his eyes like blades coldly pierced toward Qian sui.

"Swift as the wind!"