Chapter 191: The Bible, the Lance of Ranginus!
Swish!
Jiecheng Wu steps on one foot, swinging his racket with his arm like a cracking whip.
Bang!
The tennis ball is struck by the racket, the oval sphere stretched into a long line and soaring high over Bai Shi's head, landing precisely on the backcourt white line.
"What an amazing ball control!" Da Shi Xiu Yi Lang's face was full of astonished admiration.
He excels at Moon Intercept, so he knows exactly how exaggerated the ball‑control demands of this trajectory are for a player.
Especially since Jiecheng Wu always performs so effortlessly.
One must realize that each time he uses Moon Intercept, he has to calculate the ball's trajectory in his mind for a long time to press the tennis ball precisely onto the boundary line.
Bu Er's eyes opened slightly, a hint of unusual expression flashing in his azure irises.
A simple high lob turned decay into wonder; this cleverly crafted Moon ball, no matter how many times you watch, remains breathtaking each time.
"Budongfeng Middle School's Jiecheng Wu scores, 40‑0!"
After carefully judging the ball's landing spot, the referee finally announced the score from the high chair.
But in reality
the opponent already arrives at the ball's landing spot before each hit.
"If you're too careless, you'll lose badly," Jiecheng Wu said with a smile, his bright eyes giving Bai Shi a beckoning hand, full of provocation.
Du Bian Xiu thought to himself.
Even in a brief exchange, one could see Jiecheng Wu's extraordinary nature; Bai Shi's judgment was not wrong.
Bang!
Power and speed blossomed perfectly at the point of contact, the tennis ball instantly drawn into a straight line.
Then, he turned his gaze toward Bai Shi Cang Zhi Jie on the court, his eyes still full of trust: "Even so, Bai Shi, I don't think you'll keep taking hits obediently forever, right?"
"Cang Zhi Jie, you're being led by the opponent's rhythm."
And the same.
"Game, Budongfeng Middle School's Jiecheng Wu, 2‑0!"
"That Budongfeng guy is truly remarkable," Yuan Zhe Ye murmured.
Yuan Zhe Ye, with a solemn gaze, explained, his mind equally surprised, that Bai Shi, who had always played Perfect Tennis, one day also had the situation firmly seized by someone.
On the coach's bench, Du Bian Xiu nodded, not denying Yuan Zhe Ye's statement.
Neicun Jingjie pulled his hat brim back, his expression excited, punching the air in cheers.
If I'm not mistaken, he must have used the time lag of the ball's descent to calculate its trajectory.
Si Tian Bao Si also has its own trump card.
"Senior Jiecheng, you're so cool!"
Almost everyone at Budongfeng was confident in Jiecheng Wu on the court.
Soon.
Bai Shi Cang Zhi Jie had already lost two games, and in the blink of an eye, his serve round arrived.
Tap tap
As soon as his toe touched the ground, Bai Shi Cang Zhi Jie, without thinking, swayed his body and lunged forward, charging the net.
Moreover
The opponent also didn't unleash any spectacular skill; that single high‑trajectory backcourt lob let them seize the match's rhythm.
"?!".
Bang!
A flash of lightning streaked across the court, a few strands of electric light crackling in the air before fading away.
Even I, who has the shortest tennis playtime, could see that advancing to the net would only be countered by the opponent's high‑trajectory backcourt lob.
"What an interesting person."
Swish!
The tennis ball spun as it was tossed into the air; with a toe point, Bai Shi displayed an exquisitely graceful posture mid‑air, his arm swinging back and snapping down.
Ji Le Jing Xing pursed his lips, a hint of interest in his eyes, but in the end he only held up a sign that read "Go!" silently in front of him, gently shaking it.
Hoo.
He took a deep breath, bent down, pulled a tennis ball from his trouser pocket, and squeezed the racket handle tightly with his palm.
"Now, finally it works," Bai Shi Cang Zhi Jie put a smile back on, his sharp gaze sweeping over Jiecheng Wu, and said with a light laugh.
You, called the Bible, how exactly will you organize an offensive against me?
Bai Shi lifted his eyes toward the handsome figure opposite, raising an eyebrow.
"Exactly, although it looks like Jiecheng Wu easily hit that high‑trajectory backcourt lob.
In everyone's mind, ever since some unknown time, Jiecheng Wu has become the unbeatable presence; as long as he's on the court, everyone gains a backbone.
A white flash streaked by.
Seeing this, Cai Qian Guang's expression was full of incomprehension.
Wah~Wah~
Swinging the racket, his arm muscles tensed suddenly then relaxed instantly, feeling his left hand and body regain harmony; his previously furrowed brow eased.
He clearly spoke provocatively, yet it sounded like stating a fact; that flat tone makes it hard to feel any dislike.
"Senior Bai Shi, what exactly are you planning?"
A breeze stirred the tea‑brown strands on both cheeks; Bai Shi Cang Zhi Jie's mouth curled with a confident smile, scenes of Jiecheng Wu's high lob flashing in his mind, his gaze growing ever more resolute.
However, his current condition is not good; Bai Shi Cang Zhi Jie is now under complete suppression.
Perhaps this is what people call the so‑called trump card!
"Trying to defeat me with a single move is overly fanciful~"
"Bai Shi, being at a disadvantage right at the start?" Renzu Qianye's eyebrows twitched; this was very different from the Bai Shi he had in mind.
In other words, for Jiecheng Wu to execute this move smoothly without the tennis ball going out of bounds, he must allow enough time to finish the calculation.
Boom! Stomp!
The sound of the tennis ball striking the racket and the heavy thud of a foot hitting the ground rang out almost simultaneously.
The instant Jiecheng Wu caught the serve, Bai Shi's figure had already moved to the net area, like an insurmountable mountain standing there.
His gaze swept over Jiecheng Wu, who had received the tennis ball, and a flash of confidence crossed his face.
"So, as long as I approach the net when I serve, you have no way to stop me."
"Finding a countermeasure so quickly—no wonder you're the 'Tennis Bible' Bai Shi Zangzhijie." Seeing the yellow‑green figure at the net, Jiecheng Wu's eyes flickered, and he whispered a praise.
He pulled the racket upward in a swift swing.
Swish!
A heavily topspined strike shot flew off the racket face.
"Now, I control the rhythm!"
Seeing the fierce incoming tennis ball, Bai Shi neither dodged nor evaded; he stepped forward with his foot, and the racket tilted forward with his body.
Bang!
A crafty little arc landed at the left front‑court area not far from the net.
However.
"Is that so?"
Stomp—!
Before the tennis ball could land, a foot suddenly lunged in, followed by a silvery racket that whooshed through the air, slashing at the descending ball.
"Bad! The opponent was already prepared; the timing to approach the net was spot on.
In such an extreme situation, could they still hit a high‑trajectory lob from the backcourt?!"
The sudden shift made Yi Shi Yuji break into a cold sweat, his eyes a mix of worry and anxiety, until he saw the tennis ball's shadow suddenly lift, and his expression finally settled into an unpleasant one.
"Bai Shi must rush back to the baseline and reorganize the defense, or it'll be trouble."
Whoosh!
The tennis ball shot straight upward, its ultra‑high trajectory clearly aimed at the back‑court baseline.
"No, that's wrong!"
Watching the ball's path, the golden Xiao Chun lenses flashed, rapidly calculating the trajectory, and at the moment the answer emerged, he shouted with delight.
"Bai Shi, this is deliberate; the situation is about to be broken!"
Stomp stomp Swish~!
Taking a step back, Bai Shi Zangzhijie drew back half a step, then tightened his calf muscles and leapt forward.
At this moment, the tennis ball vaulted high over the net, but unlike a ball launched from the backcourt, this one that began rising in the front half was clearly not that unreachable.
"Heyi!"
With a low growl, the racket was brushed upward from his back, his strong arm driving it down powerfully.
Boom!
A yellow arrow streaked across the entire court, descending toward the direction behind Jiecheng Wu.
Pop!
The tennis ball skimmed the ground and vanished in a flash, leaving only a ball imprint, which, as if in response to something, remained conspicuously on the white boundary line.
"Exhilarating to the extreme!"
"You're still quite competitive, Bai Shi."
Noticing the imprint on the boundary line, Jiecheng Wu gave the fiercely determined Bai Shi a deep look, a meaningful smile curling his lips.
Boom!
Electric light flickered, and a terrifying Wild Instinct Aura spread across the court with the tennis ball.
"This is an aggressive backhand topspin ball."
His eyes swept over the tennis ball bouncing high from the ground; Bai Shi instantly analyzed the change in trajectory, his expression solemn.
"Indeed, only after competing with you directly can one truly appreciate your skill." Even after countering that move, the pressure he felt from the opponent did not lessen at all.
Moreover, Bai Shi knew well that even now, the opponent had never shown true strength; at least the move that defeated Sanada in the Kanto Tournament had never been used.
"Let me unveil your hidden cards one by one!" Bai Shi's mouth curled confidently, and his racket aimed precisely at the electric flash.
Boom!
The electric flash was shattered by the racket, revealing a yellow sphere; then his arm swung upward, and the yellow light leapt over the net, landing in the direction of Jiecheng Wu's backhand.
Heh heh heh.
Accompanied by a harsh friction sound, a perfect golden ring appeared on the ground, and the tennis ball bounced immediately.
In an instant, the ring shot out as several dazzling streams of light, spiraling like fireworks blooming in the night, scattering beautifully.
"Round Table Strike."
Bai Shi raised his racket‑holding arm high, leaving a perfect circular technique on the opposite ground—
He looked at the still carefree figure opposite, brimming with fighting spirit, and said, "Jiecheng, no need to be polite—just attack!"
"Game, Four Heavens Treasure Temple Bai Shi Zangzhijie, 2-1!"
"Both players, please swap courts."
"Nice response."
Behind the net, Jiecheng Wu sized up Bai Shi, whose qi, spirit and vitality had already reached a peak state, and thought to himself.
After taking off the golden arm guard, he adapted through two games.
The opponent finally combined speed, strength, endurance, spirit and technique once more perfectly, unleashing his so‑called perfect Bible Tennis.
Such strength was no weaker than Sanada's at the Kanto tournament.
Moreover, compared with the specially developed Fūrin Kazan that handles different situations, Bai Shi's perfectly balanced, ring‑like tennis system could clearly cope with more complex scenarios.
Only, his ring's range was still too small; with a single stretch he could exceed the opponent's limits.
If Bai Shi could expand this ring to its limit,
Jiecheng Wu estimated that with all five‑dimensional data reaching seven for Bai Shi Zangzhijie, even if he himself were on the court, there would be no chance of victory.
Unfortunately, this is something no ordinary person could achieve.
Even later Bai Shi temporarily gave up his original idea.
After the U17 training camp, he finally understood how difficult it is to expand all five dimensions outward in a balanced circle.
Thus, after Zeus's all‑knowing, all‑powerful force destroyed his Bible Tennis,
Under Zhongdao Xiuer's guidance, he did not hesitate to use a relatively clever method, merging his own elements into one, then specializing it, switching to different states according to the match situation.
It allows a particular aspect of himself to erupt with extreme power in a short time.
This is what is called the Star Bible.
And the current Bai Shi, let alone expanding his ring to the limit, is still far from achieving the Star Bible.
However, that ability to perfectly balance mind, body, technique drew Jiecheng Wu's extra attention, since such capability offers a fairly valuable reference for the tennis system he is constructing.
Sss—
The tennis ball left Jiecheng Wu's hand, and the racket flashing with arcs turned into a afterimage.
Boom!
Thunder Triple Concerto·Arc Flash!
With a surge of electricity, the tennis ball drew a straight bolt of lightning across the court sky, like jumping sparks, and the ball lightly touched the ground.
Whirr—
Three spherical thunder flashes scattered outward.
Bai Shi's eyes flashed with a refined light; the tennis literacy forged by Thousand Hammer Hundred Tempering took effect at this moment, and he, following his instinct, surged to the right.
Step!
He pressed his right foot hard, halting his body.
Then he twisted his waist and abdomen, executing a deft turn; his right knee bent into a lunge, both hands holding the racket back to the incoming ball, while his mind had already locked onto the thunder flash's position.
Swish!
He pushed off the ground, using the torque of his turn, extending his arm, and the racket snapped sharply at the rebounding thunder flash.
Boom!
The lightning on the court faded, and the tennis ball instantly reversed at high speed back.
"Senior Jiecheng's Arc Flash was caught by him so easily?!"
Neicun Jingjie wore a surprised expression; it was still his first time seeing anyone counter that move so effortlessly.
Beside him, Ju Juping's gaze also narrowed slightly; he was confident he wouldn't lose to Bai Shi, but regarding tennis fundamentals, he had to admit the opponent was indeed a cut above him.
"What a pity, we really should have let Jiecheng play a singles match."
A flash of regret and fervor crossed Ju Juping's eyes, and the Wildness aura on his body flickered away.
Neicun Jingjie suddenly felt a chill in his heart, turned his head to look around, found nothing, and thought perhaps he was hallucinating.
"Not bad, I'm going to start attacking," Jiecheng Wu rushed to the net, his aura shifting from a light breeze to an imposing presence.
Step!
With a foot planted, a circle of invisible aura seemed to rise around Jiecheng Wu's feet.
Super Wide-Range Defense—
Absolute Zone at the net!
Boom!
The tennis ball had just reached the net when a racket suddenly lunged, delivering a fierce smash.
"What a quick reaction!"
Bai Shi Zangzhijie's gaze hardened, his footwork shifted, quickly reaching the landing spot, and with a backhand he flicked the tennis ball back.
Boom!
Boom!
Bai Shi kept trying to breach Jiecheng Wu's net defense, but wherever he struck, that racket shadowed him, returning the tennis ball.
"This guy, almost the entire net area is his defensive zone?!"
After an unknown number of attacks, even unwilling to believe it, he eventually accepted this wildly exaggerated conclusion.
Jiecheng Wu alone defended the entire net; what a vast defensive range that is!
"No chance? Then create a chance!"
Bai Shi's mind raced, countless plans flashed in his mind; after rejecting them one by one, his eyes lit up.
Boom!
He sidestepped, altering the ball's direction; his arm swung horizontally with force, the racket striking the tennis ball harshly, sending a rapidly spinning pale‑yellow ball shadow toward the net.
Whoosh!
The tennis ball was aimed at none other than Jiecheng Wu, who stood at the net's center, capable of defending every position.
"Follow‑up strike."
Jiecheng Wu's gaze flickered slightly; he hadn't expected the opponent to counter in this way.
Swish!
He couldn't clear space, so he placed his racket in front of him, blocking the violently spinning forehand.
Heh heh
The powerful spin erupted on the racket face; his arm muscles tightened, adding three points of force, and the racket sliced forward.
Whoosh!
The tennis ball shot out at high speed, but Bai Shi Zangzhijie was already waiting there, racket raised.
Pfft!
After the ball bounced, his slender arm swung the racket, the frame striking the ball's surface heavily.
Bang!
Extreme force generated extreme speed; the tennis ball became a streak of light flying over the net.
At that moment, Jiecheng Wu at the net suddenly vanished; Bai Shi stared and saw the opponent had already retreated to the backcourt.
"Not bad, Bai Shi."
Jiecheng Wu whispered praise, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.
The ultra-wide-range defense that had once left Mu Shou helpless and forced him to retreat, the absolute territory at the net, was broken like this.
Heh heh heh.
The yellow streak of light hit the ground and immediately generated a strong vortex, forming a perfect golden ring that spun violently.
Scanning the floor, Jiecheng Wu remained calm and still had energy to evaluate the ball's layers.
"It's not a simple split ball; it's a move that perfectly combines power, speed, and technique, even"
Swishla!
The golden light scattered before him, beautiful radiant beams interweaving, forming spiraling streams that locked the spectators' gazes, leaving them dazed.
". It even carries the influence of spiritual power; truly a perfect ring."
"Unfortunately... still not enough."
Whoa!
His arm muscles tightened, and the racket in his hand swiftly slashed toward the golden beam in the air.
At the same time.
A crimson ring flashed in his eyes, ignoring the other illusory ball shadows; the racket directly intercepted the real tennis ball.
Bang!
In midair, a flash of lightning exploded, a bolt of unreactable thunder flashing across the court, then shooting out from the corner of the court.
"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Jiecheng Wu, 3-1!"
The referee was stunned for a moment, then recovered from the beautiful golden beam like fireworks and the sudden dazzling lightning, and hesitantly announced the score.
"N-No way, even a Round Table Smash can be countered!?"
Cai Qian Guang's face was full of disbelief, eyes wide; if memory serves, Bai Shi had only used it once, right?!
"Indeed."
Bai Shi glanced at the charred mark on the ground; although he guessed the opponent would eventually catch the Round Table Smash, he didn't expect it so quickly.
Perhaps
He could have countered just now?!
Creak creak
He squeezed the tennis ball; this opponent was stronger than imagined, a heavy pressure rose suddenly.
Bang!
Bai Shi tossed the ball upward, and it launched.
Bang!
"Budongfeng Middle School Jiecheng Wu scores, 0-15!"
Bang!
"Budongfeng Middle School Jiecheng Wu scores, 0-40!"
"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Jiecheng Wu, 4-1!"
"Please both players exchange courts!"
With no reserve, Jiecheng Wu broke serve directly.
It seemed the two traded blows in a fierce baseline stalemate, but only Bai Shi knew the reality was different.
Huff. Huff
Bai Shi Zangzhijie lowered his head, sitting on the bench; beneath the white towel, his breathing was unusually heavy.
At this moment, his heart trembled constantly; each recollection of that rally brought a trace of fear to his eyes.
To preserve his service game, Bai Shi made many attempts.
Yet when he launched a speed offensive to change the match rhythm, before he could accelerate, the opponent already displayed an even faster speed, too quick to react.
Then he tried to break the game with power shots, but Jiecheng Wu's return was even more violent; just to catch the opponent's ball, his own arm still feels a bit limp now.
In terms of technique, the sky‑filled lightning bird was more ingenious and shocking than the Round Table Smash.
In terms of spiritual power, the opponent's terrifying thunder‑beast aura already inflicted a considerable negative effect on him.
And stamina.
Bai Shi looked up at the opposite side.
Jiecheng Wu was leisurely drinking water in the rest area; after the match, the opponent had only sweated a little, while he could not even maintain steady breathing.
Suddenly, Bai Shi seemed to see a larger circle enveloping him, and no matter how he struggled, he could find no way out.
Jiecheng Wu surpasses himself in every aspect!
"The match continues; both players, please return to the court!"
Very soon.
The one‑and‑a‑half‑minute break ends, and the referee's voice comes over the loudspeaker.
"Bai Shi, give it your all!"
Renzu Qianye's eyes flash as he raises his fist and shouts loudly; at this moment, this is the only way he can try to lend strength to Bai Shi.
"Come on, Bai Shi!" "Go, don't give up!"
Immediately, cheers erupt from the Four Heavenly Treasure Temple team.
Jiecheng Wu is the soul of Budongfeng, but Bai Shi is equally the soul of the Four Heavenly Treasure Temple.
Now, seeing the pillar wobble and about to collapse, everyone instinctively reaches out, hoping to prop up the Four Heavenly Treasure Temple's pillar again.
"Everyone."
He halts, turns his head, and sees faces with flashing eyes full of trust; inexplicably, a surge of strength rises from deep within his heart.
Hoo.
He takes a deep breath, striving to steady his wildly rising chest.
Bai Shi steps onto the court again, all hesitation crushed, his gaze becoming sharp and resolute once more.
"I must win, for I am Bai Shi Cangzhijie, bearing the name of the Scripture!"
Swish~!
He flings the white towel into the air— the match continues!
"Bai Shi Cangzhijie, you truly are a worthy opponent."
Jiecheng Wu narrows his eyes, sensing a sudden shift in the court's atmosphere, its source unmistakably Bai Shi Cangzhijie.
The perfect tennis he has pursued is being outclassed on every front by his opponent.
Despite such a crushing blow, he manages to steady his mind, rally his spirits, and intends to fight on.
Impressive!
"However, I won't hold back because of that."
A low murmur, and lightning flashes across the court.
Screech!
Jiecheng Wu launches his offense.
Bang!
Bang!
Soon, the fierce sound of hits reverberates across the court again.
Facing Jiecheng Wu's relentless assault, Bai Shi Cangzhijie is like a small boat bobbing unsteadily on the sea.
Though the wind and waves never cease, he keeps his fighting spirit ablaze, refusing to let the boat's sail be shattered by the surf, and sails bravely, praying to find a way out.
Yet even so, the points that should be lost keep slipping away.
Bang!
"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Jiecheng Wu, 5‑1!"
Bang!
"Budongfeng Middle School Jiecheng Wu scores, 0‑40!"
Bang!
Bang!
The match reaches its final point; everyone from the Four Heavenly Treasure Temple holds their breath, eyes fixed on the tennis ball, daring not to make a sound.
They keep praying in their hearts: "We must hold on!"
"Bai Shi's never‑give‑up spirit is admirable, but unfortunately. Jiecheng Wu will not give him a chance."
Watching the desperate figure fighting to hold this point on the court, Ju Juping's expression turns solemn; though the opponent looks ragged, such a rival must not be underestimated.
No one knows what future awaits a person with such conviction.
"You're indeed strong, but…"
Jiecheng Wu looks at the dust‑and‑sweat‑covered Bai Shi, who still refuses to give up, and says seriously.
"Finish it."
With a soft sigh, Jiecheng Wu's aura subtly shifts; a faint green hue rises on his racket, his gaze sharpens on the incoming ball, his long lower lashes bearing a distinct chill.
Whoosh—
A whistling rush hits; just as the tennis ball bounces off the ground, the racket turns into a streak of green light, striking the ball abruptly.
Bang!
Power and speed merge perfectly in a single strike, a brilliant stream of light shooting toward the heavens, its brilliance laced with endless killing intent, like a spear radiating a ferocious, terrifying aura.
Wham!
This is a high lob, but its arc is enormous and its speed far exceeds other players' lobs.
The tennis ball reaches its apex above the net, and everyone must tilt their heads upward to see its shadow.
In the instant it passes the net, the ball begins a rapid descent; fierce spin combined with gravitational potential makes its falling speed increase ever faster.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
The ball's sudden plunge accelerates, producing three piercing sounds.
Bai Shi Cangzhijie looks up as a strong gust of wind suddenly presses down, his body...
A vicious long spear coiled with thunder spun and tore, falling from the heavens, a terrifying aura locked onto me.
Can't dodge!
Can't counter!
Can't break through!!!
At this moment, Bai Shi felt even his fingers unable to move, as if locked on a cross, only able to await the coming judgment.
But he knew.
All this is just the mental pressure and deception emitted by the tennis!
"Speed, power, technique, and that overwhelming mental assault, all merged into a single ball—that is the true perfection—!!"
"Ho—!"
A few veins burst in his neck, Bai Shi roared, tensing his whole body, his blood boiling, breaking free of the aura's lock.
"Even the Perfect Tennis, give it back to me!!"
Whoosh!
He swung the racket with all his might, the spear fell, the two intersected—
However, the next moment.
Psshh
There was no huge striking sound, nor the fierce clash Bai Shi imagined; the racket seemed to swing through air, meeting no resistance.
Bang!
Immediately, a startling sound rang behind him, a deep ball imprint landed precisely on the white boundary line.
And as Bai Shi swung the racket over his shoulder, an oval hole suddenly appeared in the racket face, its edges smooth as if cut by a blade.
Sweat slid down his cheek.
"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Jiecheng Wu, 6-1!"
"Match over, Budongfeng Middle School wins, total score 2-1!"
When the match ended and the referee announced the score, Bai Shi Zangzhijie did not react.
His pupils seemed out of focus, and deep within his eyes reflected a spear, its tip split into two blades, now a few drops of dark red blood dripping from the tip.
The dependence of Perfect Tennis.
Violent shaking!
The Bible it pierces is stained with a vivid red, and in the next instant the spear shatters.
The Bible then abruptly breaks apart, pages scattering, the blood‑stained front page ignites a flame, turning it to ash.
Bai Shi Zangzhijie bit his lip tightly, unable to stop his body trembling.
He feels.
"Bible Tennis" collapsed completely at this moment—!
"Not only can reality not block it, it can also pierce the soul; it is a technique where speed, power, skill, and mental force reach perfect convergence.
Since the Bible Bai Shi lost on its debut, we shall name this move after the legendary Longinus' Spear, stained with the blood of Jesus."
Jiecheng Wu said softly, raising his eyes to the still‑dazed Bai Shi.
"I hope that when we meet again next year, you can stand before me with a brand‑new demeanor."
To pursue perfection, one must take the first step of imperfection.
Only through breaking can one be reborn; on the day of renewed wholeness, the small circle will become a larger one.
End of Chapter
