Chapter 19

After the match with Yiwu Shen Si ended, the two regular spots for Group 1 had been decided.

They were Jiecheng Wu, who won all six matches, and Yiwu Shen Si, who had five wins and one loss.

And on other tennis courts, matches in other groups were proceeding fiercely.

On Tennis Court No. 2, two figures moved in an interlaced pattern.

"Shenwei, there's an opening in the diagonal ball position."

A sharp glint flashed in Shitian Tie's eyes as he swung his backhand toward the baseline.

Bang!

A stream of light flew toward the opposite court, the tennis ball pointing diagonally at the corner position on the other side of Shenwei Ming.

"What a powerful baseline counterattack..."

Shenwei Ming raised an eyebrow.

Although he could tell Shitian was extraordinary during regular training, he was still taken aback when encountering him in an actual match.

"However... I can still catch up to this level!" Shenwei Ming smiled heartily.

He stepped with his right foot and started quickly, just like an arrow off a bowstring.

Bang!

The tennis ball about to shoot out from the baseline corner was intercepted like lightning by a silver-white racket.

A crisp sound of hitting the ball rang in Shitian Tie's ears.

"Game, Shenwei Ming, 40-15!"

"I'm going to play along with the rhythm!"

Shenwei Ming tapped his toes on the ground, his body jumping left and right rhythmically, while his gaze looked hotly at Shitian Tie, who was wearing a headband on the opposite side.

The match continued.

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of powerful shots rang out continuously on the court.

Both sides went back and forth, each having their own wins and losses.

As a baseline attacking tennis player, Shitian Tie was extremely good at baseline groundstrokes.

Unlike the defensive counter-attack type, his strong arm strength allowed him to turn defense into offense at any time and hit extremely fierce groundstrokes.

Constantly returning this kind of violent tennis ball, Shenwei Ming's palms were shaken until they were a bit numb.

But at this time, the situation of the match was still firmly controlled by Shenwei Ming; he had incomparable confidence in his speed.

Bang!

The tennis ball touched the ground on Shitian Tie's half and bounced up, drawing a high semi-arc curve.

Swish, swish.

Shitian Tie's toes were like hooks, plowing slightly on the ground.

His gaze was solemn, and the image of that tall man like a Buddha flashed through his mind.

Big brother, how much of a gap is still between us?

Shitian Tie sank his knees, a dark light flashed in his eyes, he stared straight at the tennis ball in front of him, his muscles bulged, and his wrists were tightly tensed.

It seemed as if he had practiced it countless times in his heart; almost at the same time the tennis ball reached him, his racket whistled to meet it.

A white breath was exhaled from his mouth.

"Hah—"

Wave Ball!

Boom!

Like a cannonball leaving the chamber, the air vibrated and exploded at the point where the racket hit the ball; with a roar, a fierce yellow beam pierced through the court.

"Hiss!"

"What a powerful ball!!"

"If this ball hit someone—"

The crowd outside the court who had already finished their matches looked at Shitian Tie like he was a monster; is this really a ball a first-year can hit?!

Shenwei Ming's eyes widened suddenly, and a strong airflow rushed toward his face.

He couldn't catch this ball!

Clatter!

The terrifying force directly blew his racket away, and his wrist trembled uncontrollably due to this huge impact.

After a long while, Shenwei Ming picked up his racket and continued the match.

Shitian Tie's Wave Ball was indeed powerful; among players at the Du Da Sai level, few could return it.

But its flaws were also very obvious; strong power often requires a strong body to support it.

And Shitian Tie clearly did not have the ability to use the Wave Ball multiple times right now.

After using this ball, although Shenwei Ming lost a point, Shitian Tie's arm could no longer cope with the subsequent attacks.

Bang!

"5-3!"

Bang!

"6-3!"

"Game, Shenwei Ming, score 6-3."

In terms of overall strength, Shenwei Ming was ultimately slightly better.

All matches on Court No. 2 were over.

Shenwei Ming ranked first in points, Shitian Tie ranked second, and both successfully secured the regular qualifications for Group 2.

At the same time, Court No. 3 also finished its matches.

"Game, Heping Minchun, score 6-4!"

Ever since the match with Ito ended, he seemed to have suddenly had an epiphany.

In just over a week, his strength had risen by a large level.

People who could steadily beat him before were now finally defeated by him.

Although he lost to little brother Yingjing in the previous match, he was already very satisfied.

On the side, the match on Tennis Court No. 4 was also nearing its end.

Neicun Jingjie and Sen Chende were fighting fiercely.

Their strengths were similar, the match was deadlocked, and they had now entered a tie-break.

Neicun Jingjie's net volleys were sharp and decisive, simply like a killer standing in front of the net.

While Sen Chende was not interested in Neicun Jingjie's fierce offensive, always returning the tennis ball that appeared on his half of the court in a steady manner.

His way of handling it was very simple and ordinary, but it was this unhurried attitude that caused Neicun Jingjie to make many mistakes.

Off the court, Dai He Ya Ren looked at the two fighting, lost in thought.

He had joined the tennis club when Hengshan was still at Budongfeng, and he was an old member who had experienced the tennis club almost disbanding.

Dai He Ya Ren had thought countless times about wearing that handsome black team uniform, standing on the tennis court as a Budongfeng regular, and competing with players from other schools.

But reality was cruel.

In the past, he couldn't play because his seniority was too low; now he was unable to participate in subsequent matches because his strength was not enough.

Jiecheng Wu, standing not far away, noticed Dai He Ya Ren, and felt a bit helpless in his heart.

In competitive sports, the strong go up, the weak go down!

For an excellent tennis player, belief is important, but belief alone is not enough.

He believed that Dai He Ya Ren's love for tennis was sincere enough and his training was hard enough, but unfortunately, his talent for tennis was really unsatisfactory.

Unless he could have an epiphany at some point like Heping Minchun, otherwise he would never have the chance to catch up with those favored by talent.

Bang!

"32-30!"

"Game, Neicun Jingjie, score 7-6!"

"The match is over, Neicun Jingjie wins."

This long tie-break tug-of-war finally ended.

Sen Chende still couldn't withstand Neicun Jingjie's constant offensive, finally revealing a flaw, and thus lost the match.

With the end of the last match, this Budongfeng official team member selection tournament finally came to an end.

The golden sun moved west.

It was already evening, the sunset glow hung on the horizon, burning a sea of fire in the distant sky.

The members of the tennis club had experienced a day of fierce competition, and there was a hint of fatigue on their faces.

But there were still some people whose eyes were still like torches, full of spirit, looking forward to the next process.

"Budongfeng Tennis Club, the official team member selection tournament ends here!"

Jiecheng Wu stood in front of the crowd, holding a list in his hand and shouting loudly.

"Yiwu Shen Si..."

"Shenwei Ming..."

"Heping Minchun..."

"From today on, you are official members of the Budongfeng Tennis Club, please work twice as hard and prepare to meet future challenges!"

"Yes!"

The seven people stood at the very front of the team and answered in unison.

Their hearts were agitated, their expressions were different, but at this moment they had all built their psychological foundations, ready to embark on the road of conquest ahead at any time.

Jiecheng Wu looked at their expressions and nodded slightly.

Budongfeng's Black Legion had now been formed.

"Now only you are missing, one of the two heroes of Kyushu, the Lion King Ju Juping..."

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