Chapter 190: Jiecheng Wu VS Bai Shi

Unlike before matches as usual, Jiecheng Wu today deliberately placed a raccoon‑shaped Shinraku‑yaki at his position.

He wore a smile, and his lower eyelashes looked very pretty.

"In Lu Jian's words, this should be called 'the matter is finished', right?"

"Please have both competitors step forward!"

The broadcast sounded, and Jiecheng Wu and Bai Shi simultaneously stepped onto the court, their gazes spanning the entire field and intertwining.

In front of the net, a dignified aura quietly rose.

Ji Le Taizao tilted his head, propping his right hand on the chair back, and in a good mood watched Jiecheng Wu take the court, completely unconcerned about the match's outcome.

He smiled faintly; Jiecheng Wu was different.

After returning from the old man Ma Gudo in Chiba City, the boy began to grow at an unexpected speed.

This growth was not that he quickly rose from national‑level to world‑class, but that he horizontally expanded several tennis systems that were not inferior to the previous ones.

Besides Bai Shi's rock‑solid foundation, this is also why left‑handed players always have some advantage over others.

Step!

His left foot quickly stepped forward half a step, and at that moment the tennis ball left the ground and flew swiftly; Jiecheng Wu's knee bent slightly, and the racket entered from the left side at an angle.

Gan Zhen Zhi thought for a moment, glanced at Bai Shi Cangzhijie below the court, then looked back at Bu Er: "It seems that, for now, Four Heavens Treasure Temple also shares the same intention as Ice Emperor."

Clap. Clap. Clap.

As the tennis ball kept rebounding, the aura around Bai Shi gradually became rounder, and the sharp aura that had been fully displayed when he entered the court slowly subsided.

"It's time to go up!"

"Huh, Ice Emperor has already won the Double Match No. 2, and Single Match No. 2 pits Ice Emperor's Kizu against Rikumi Da's Mao Li Shou Sanlang."

Several members of Seigaku showed a flash of surprise, and then Bu Er thought briefly and said: "It looks like Ice Emperor originally intended to decide the outcome in the first three matches, but unfortunately Qian Sui lost Single Match No. 3."

However, Jiecheng Wu shattered that common notion.

Gan Zhen Zhi ran back to the high platform where the Seigaku members stood, steadied his breathing, and whispered.

Even someone as powerful as Qian Sui can still be defeated on the national stage.

"As of now, the situation is as follows."

"The match begins with Four Heavens Treasure Temple Bai Shi Cangzhijie serving; one set ends."

Da Shi silently nodded nearby; only those who had seen Jiecheng Wu's matches in person could truly grasp how astonishing his strength was.

Even though during growth people might reject their former selves, that is merely a new tennis system overlaying the old one; it is expansion and repair, not mastering two systems simultaneously.

Boom!

A perfectly executed backhand pull shot caused the tennis ball to burst a flash of golden light from the racket face and reflect back.

Wildness, Formlessness, Chaos, Destruction, Control.

A sharp white beam precisely pressed at the spot near the center line; after the ball bounced, it would fly toward Jiecheng Wu's backhand, a trajectory that felt extremely uncomfortable.

Boom!

Simple and direct! No superfluous movement, yet it gave the ball an extremely high speed—truly a textbook‑perfect serve.

And they also lost a match; to win they must take the current Single Match No. 2.

He still needs some time to adjust, to rediscover his balance, and to perfectly unleash this newly unsealed power.

Swish!

Ji Le Taizao, with his head tilted, squinted, and now he felt on Jiecheng Wu a kind of indescribable special aura.

One person can only forge one tennis system; this is the shared understanding of every tennis player.

As the referee's voice from the high chair fell, everyone's gaze converged on the court, and the match officially began!

Standing sideways at the baseline.

"Even if a team possesses multiple national‑level singles and doubles players, reaching the final stage remains just as difficult."

Jiecheng Wu's gaze lightly swept over Bai Shi's left hand, which lacked a bandage, clearly understanding Bai Shi's determination to win.

Bai Shi Cangzhijie pulled a pale yellow tennis ball from his pocket and gave his racket arm a gentle swing in the air.

Bai Shi's mouth corner lifted in a slight curve, and his half‑bent body unfolded as the ball was tossed upward.

The National Competition is even more brutal than imagined.

"Coming out with such vigor!"

He seemed to split himself into several parts, each observing the world from its own perspective, each finding an independent tennis path, and shaping completely different tennis systems around them.

"He effortlessly returned the serve near the center line, and did so with a backhand half‑volley?!"

"New system, order."

The tennis system, however, is different.

The outward battle intent at this moment turned into a small flame burning in his heart.

Indeed, it is the tennis system!

One must understand that developing techniques and forging a tennis system are two distinct concepts.

A hint of complex emotion flashed in his eyes, after all Qian Sui had once easily defeated him.

Only the opponent was Jiecheng Wu.

The left hand, freed after removing the golden wristband, might become a prominent point in the perfect tennis system.

In midair, his clean, crisp hair twitched slightly, his solid arm swung the racket, the black frame instantly left an afterimage, pressing toward its inner side.

Because no matter how many techniques are developed, they merely illustrate one's own tennis path, shaping a unique tennis system.

And that may not be a good thing for one's balanced tennis.

This bold choice startled Du Bian Xiu.

Most people, when facing an ultra‑fast serve, instinctively step back.

He tried to create distance, securing enough reaction time for himself before returning the serve.

But Jiecheng Wu was the opposite of ordinary people.

He not only moved forward to meet the ball, but also chose the most difficult half volley in this situation.

Although the result was excellent, achieving such a superb effect was a huge risk.

Du Bian Xiu did not advise his team members to do so.

Especially during the probing stage.

I truly don't know whether to say Jiecheng Wu is daringly skilled, or that for him hitting this shot was completely pressure‑free.

Nevertheless, whatever the case,

Jiecheng Wu's sudden half volley caught everyone off guard.

Even Bai Shi, at this moment, was likely thrown off his rhythm.

This first ball had already given the opponent the initiative; Du Bian Xiu's gaze followed Jiecheng Wu's figure, sighing inwardly.

"What a formidable youngster, no wonder Bai Shi cares so much."

Snap!

A flash of golden light burst onto the court.

That fierce half volley also controlled the ball precisely, a sharp cross‑court shot attacking the opponent's back corner.

An ultra‑fast serve, immediately followed by a half volley.

The match had just begun, yet Jiecheng Wu lifted the opening rhythm by an entire level.

For Bai Shi, who had just served, such a rapid tempo posed a huge challenge.

However, the next moment.

A figure flickered across the court like a phantom; Bai Shi Cangzhijie instantly appeared at the landing spot, his speed now no less than the superb skill he displayed when serving.

Boom!

The tennis ball brushed out, his return shot drew an even larger angle, a beautiful curve landing steadily on Jiecheng Wu's opposite boundary line.

Tap tap tap.

Immediately after, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded.

Bai Shi Cangzhijie's fragmented hair at his forehead fluttered, his eyes flashing with a firm will to win, and he rushed swiftly toward the net.

That move made the spectators on the sidelines' eyes flicker.

They had thought Bai Shi might choose to defend, hold the situation, and look for another scoring chance.

But they didn't expect him to rush the net so aggressively.

Looks like he's launching a net volley attack!

"Nice, seize the cross‑court ball's flight time and charge the net decisively."

A hint of admiration flashed in Jiecheng Wu's eyes.

Unlike others, he thought Bai Shi's handling was flawless, even perfectly so.

Facing the fast‑paced assault, it's better to turn passivity into initiative than to silently take hits.

Bai Shi's fierce charge to the net instantly switched his side from defense to offense.

After all, a rapid strong attack is a race of who can strike faster, who will lose points by failing to react, and among all tennis styles, none beats the net attack's tempo.

Making a decision without thinking, Jiecheng Wu truly felt Bai Shi's excellent court IQ.

Just like that.

While the others hadn't yet reacted, both offense and defense on the court had already switched twice.

"What a pity."

Bai Shi's method was fine, but only relative to his own tennis.

In Jiecheng Wu's eyes, it was entirely different.

Just as Ji Le Taizao had seen.

Since the Du Da Sai, Jiecheng Wu began continuously merging the Miracle Generation's character Templates, combining their traits to build different tennis systems.

Although each tennis system's current strength ceiling cannot exceed his own developed Wildness Stage 3.

But after possessing multiple tennis systems,

he can interpret opponents' tennis systems from various perspectives, find countermeasures and strategies, and execute targeted suppression.

Boom!

He planted his foot firmly on the ground.

Jiecheng Wu twisted his waist with power, raised his elbow, extended his arm, flexed his wrist to swing the racket with his fingers, and finally struck the tennis ball gently with the racket face.

Swish~

The tennis ball left the racket face, and his arm followed naturally in the swing.

Tap tap

Bai Shi Cangzhijie's steps suddenly halted, his body abruptly stopping.

A streak of ultra‑high arc light flashed over his head; even if he jumped now, he couldn't reach it.

But more importantly,

At the net, Bai Shi Cangzhijie lifted a confident smile at the corner of his mouth: "At this height, even if I don't hit it, it'll go out on its own."

"Is that so?"

His gaze met the opponent's confident face, and Jiecheng Wu slightly curled his mouth.

Snap.

At that moment, the sound of a tennis ball landing came from behind Bai Shi; the referee on the high chair glanced over the ball's final spot and swung his arm.

Budongfeng Middle School Jiecheng Wu scores, 0-15!

How could that happen?

Bai Shi was startled; based on the arc and angle just now, that high lob should have gone out of bounds.

He turned around to look.

On the white boundary of the backcourt baseline, a faint ball mark was conspicuously left.

Such impressive ball control.

The people from Four Heavenly Treasure Temple changed color.

That ultra‑high‑trajectory high lob suddenly began to plunge rapidly as it approached the backcourt, and when it reached the baseline it fell almost in a straight line.

With such a high arc, there is no way to return it at the net; if it lands precisely inside the court each time, it means Bai Shi will completely lose any chance to approach the net.

Because once Bai Shi reaches the net, the opponent will inevitably use this move to score.

"Is this the strength that defeated Emperor Sanada Xianyi Lang?"

Earlier, Bai Shi and A Yin had introduced Jiecheng Wu's strength, but spoken description is not very intuitive, so everyone could not truly grasp the opponent's greatness.

But now, even a single high lob has been turned into a flourish by him.

Swish~

Bai Shi Cangzhijie continued to approach the net, and an ultra‑high‑angle arc flew over his head again.

Tap tap!

His right foot quickly stepped back half a step, then he turned and ran toward the backcourt; the high lob's arc meant it wouldn't land soon, and he could still make it.

He didn't turn, just ran to the ball's landing spot.

At the moment the tennis ball bounced off the ground, Bai Shi Cangzhijie made a small jump, his racket emerged from below his hips, and he hit the ball toward the rear.

Bang!

Even with his back turned, he still sent the ball out on a beautiful diagonal, and promptly turned around, ready for the next return.

But.

Pop!

With knees slightly bent, his body leaned forward a bit at the net, his left hand raised behind him, and the racket was sliced out by Jiecheng Wu's fierce cut.

Likewise without any extra movement, a standard net‑front slice was sliced out by him.

Swish~

Clack clack

The tennis ball had just cleared the net when a small arc gently landed on the ground, bounced a few times, then weakly rolled to the net.

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Jiecheng Wu, 1-0."

"Please have both players exchange courts."