Chapter 192: Final Battle, Wave vs Wave!

The cicadas' chirping this summer is louder than any day, the trees' branches grow wildly, yet they still cannot block the scorching sun.

Through the open aperture at the center of the arena, sunlight turns the entire court into a golden hue, as if pure, immaculate holy light has descended upon the world.

But under that immaculate holy light, Bai Shi, the "Bible", loses his mind and speech, while a lingering violent aura still swirls over the court.

The black silhouette stands holding a racket, jaw slightly lifted, eyes lowered to sweep the opposite side, gazing invincibly.

"I… can't believe it. Bai Shi actually lost."

Upon hearing the final result, the ordinary members of Four Heavenly Treasure Temple wore expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"Are such monsters appearing in this era as well?"

Whether Coach Du Bian Xiu or Captain Bai Shi, both acknowledge his talent; everyone says that as long as he proceeds step by step, he will reach national level before graduating middle school.

"I'm sorry, everyone, for making all your year's hard work go to waste!"

That is the witness to their stepping onto this path.

Boom!

A more astonishing wave instantly reversed and flew back, without any pause.

Renzu Qianye took off his coat and flung it behind him, his gaze fierce, not at all affected by Bai Shi's failure, but instead gaining a daring momentum.

"Wave Ball Lotus!"

"Bai Shi is really unlucky, chose the wrong opponent! Right, Yu Ji~" Jinse Xiaochun squinted a smiling eye, hand slightly swaying in front.

"Since that's the case."

Even after losing a match, A Yin and Qianye still stand in the doubles to repel Budongfeng's offensive, guaranteeing three victories.

When Shitian Yin graduated from East Budongfeng Elementary and moved with his father to Osaka, this kind of thought reached its peak in Shitian Tie's heart.

In the next instant, the tennis ball collided with the racket with a thunderous clash.

Whoosh!!!

Shitian Yin let out a low growl in his heart, "A Tie, I won't hold back!"

Jinse Xiaochun covered her cheek, swaying shyly as she spoke.

Off the court, Yuan Zheye subconsciously quipped.

Tap tap tap.

The crouched body suddenly sprang up, the staggered steps swiftly shifting, Shitian Tie agilely reached the ball's landing spot.

"This day, I've been waiting for a long time."

Boom!

The tennis ball surged with a gust, the yellow wave spiraled around the ball as it crossed the net, a terrifying aura spreading over the court, making hearts race.

Shitian Yin's breath steadied, his aura suddenly surged, and his racket hammered the incoming ball.

Shitian Yin and Renzu Qianye resolved firmly in their hearts.

The usually cheerful members of Four Heavenly Treasure Temple suppressed their bitterness, forcing smiles.

And now.

Splash~

He swayed his body lightly, deftly sidestepping, a lean figure lunged from behind to fill the gap in perfect sync.

It was a chain‑like strap running from shoulder across the body; the terrifying wave ball's force was blocked, causing no injury.

"Little Qian Qian is so cool—!"

"Budongfeng Middle School's Shitian Tie, 15‑0!"

The name "Bible" no longer lives up to its reputation.

His finger brushed past the golden hair that blocked his view, focusing on Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie on the field; Ping Gu Changlin's eyes flashed a cold light, giving a self‑mocking cold smile: "How embarrassing, to be treated like a monkey by the opponent!"

Swish!

He lifted his arm, tossing the ball; his bulging muscles coiled like dragons and serpents, about to burst, the black Budongfeng team uniform stretched tight and bulged, delivering a direct visual impact.

"Let it go up."

Originally, Cai Qian Guang also intended this.

"Since that's the case, I'll make you shed your training loads!"

"Shenwei, leave it to me!"

However, Shenwei Ming suddenly flashed in front of the net; his not‑so‑bulky frame resolutely intercepted the astonishingly powerful beam.

Time flew; as the spectators' chatter about the second singles match faded, the arena's atmosphere tightened again.

Clack clack clack.

Renzu Qianye's gaze remained calm as he pressed the ball, after the first set's probing, the opponents' strength was not to be underestimated; this match was worth fighting.

Watching Jiecheng Wu's figure on the court, Yuan Zheye's eyes trembled.

Ping~ Ping~

In the next instant, two heavy weight‑training devices fell to the ground, kicking up two clouds of dust.

Even if the final singles opponent is Ju Juping,

they still must win the doubles to secure continued match hopes for their teammates.

Shitian Tie's voice, straining to suppress his excitement, rang in his ears.

Boom!

His arm flashed an afterimage midair, the racket slicing the ball, a sharp streak striking the outer corner of Shitian Tie's return zone.

Terrifying gusts roiled over the court, the powerful wave delivering a suffocating pressure!

"Then, we must get serious!"

Not only a strong sense of urgency arose, but also an inexplicable urge to become stronger, spreading uncontrollably within.

"You dumb pig, the Budongfeng brat clearly hid his strength."

Whoosh!

In an instant of thought, a sharp flash of light had already reached Shenwei Ming, yet he showed not the slightest panic.

"Well timed!"

The tennis ball flew over the net; Shitian Yin's admiring expression faded, his eyes snapped open like a raging bronze deity, and with his right hand he swung the racket toward the terrifying yellow beam.

Right from the start, Shitian Tie gave him a harsh welcome, and he had no intention of silently swallowing his anger.

"So fast, it actually caught up with the supersonic shot."

"The match officially begins!"

In a daze.

"Once you possess power, people cannot help but use it—"

"Shitian, let's defeat them together!"

Shedding the weight on his shoulders, Shitian Yin lowered his gaze, recalling A Tie's tennis ball, and a gentle expression appeared on his face.

"One win, two losses, all clear~ Pfft!"

"By strengthening the body, the wave ball's destructive power reached twice that of the Kanto tournament, splendid!"

"Shoulder-back weight trainer."

"Next, the double‑one match will begin, with Budongfeng Middle School's Shitian Tie and Shenwei Ming facing Four Heavens Treasure Temple's Shitian Yin and Renzu Qianye."

His unkempt hair had grown long; he grabbed the red strands covering his forehead and flicked them back, the crimson hair bundling upward like a soaring flame, his sharp eyes now markedly different from before.

Such imposing aura startled him; Renzu Qianye had no time to think, his body darted quickly toward the off‑center line, summoning all his strength as he gripped the racket and swung forward.

"We must win this match, or Four Heavens Treasure Temple will have no chance."

"Cold jokes go better with summer!"

But faced with that powerful forehand, Renzu Qianye, who should have been sprinting along the baseline, froze in a corner, his racket hanging limp, not moving at all.

Splash~

The white headscarf's tail fluttered gently behind Shitian Tie's head, and a blaze of fire burned in his resolute eyes.

Jiecheng Wu silently urged them in his heart: to become the nation's fastest and strongest, they must give their all and defeat the opponent before them.

But Renzu Qianye seemed to hear the other's voice; he shrugged slightly, helplessly spreading his hands: "This is A Yin's request."

Yet in his eyes it was a vicious spear that seemed able to pierce anything; his perfect tennis shot was pierced by that thrust, revealing an imperfect flaw.

The referee returned to the high chair, scanned both teams, and a professional voice rang out over the loudspeaker.

As for topping the nation?

Huh—

Only whenever his gaze passed over that racket with a hole, Bai Shi's palm would involuntarily clench into a fist, his knuckles turning ashen, and even his breathing grew heavy.

He hadn't expected that, as the head of Four Heavens Treasure Temple, he would lose the most crucial match.

"But there's still a long way to go!"

Swish!

The sound was faint; after all, when the players begin rallying, the audience on the sidelines may not interfere with the match.

The match continues.

Soon, leveraging Shitian Tie's fierce wave‑ball assault, Budongfeng secured its service game.

"Both players, please take the court."

Bang!

The tennis ball's surface instantly erupted into a ring of scattering air, the whistling gusts reversed and surged back, and the court instantly burst with a terrifying wave attack.

Bang—

Huh.

A bitter sound rose as Bai Shi inhaled deeply, his dim eyes full of remorse, bowing deeply to everyone.

Beside them, on two black weighted vests, lay several freshly removed wrist wraps.

His gaze swept over Shitian Tie's slightly crouched form, instantly fixing the ball trajectory in his mind.

Thus, even in terms of reaction, it was certainly not his weakness.

A low murmur rose in his mind, as if a restriction had lifted; Shitian Yin's narrow eyes flashed a cold glint: "Xiao Tie, are you ready?"

Shenwei Ming walked up from behind, holding a black rubber band in his hand.

Yuan Zheye seemed to return to the National Competition of two years ago, when he could only stand off the court, watching that domineering man crush every school opponent, sweeping everything aside.

Because

Sports like tennis lack nothing more than miracles, right?

And Shitian Tie and Shenwei Ming's goal is even simpler:

"Beat them!"

"Too bad, against this Osaka speed star of mine, you're still far off!"

Both sides exchanged few words, and soon decided the first game's serve rights by a quick guess.

Shenwei Ming's gaze flickered slightly; with a single glance he noticed the disharmony on Renzu Qianye, something he was all too familiar with.

The wind pressure forced Shitian Yin's team uniform tight against his body, and the tennis ball's resting spot bore a distinct raised track.

"Senior, your joke is too cold," hearing their voices, Bai Shi's heavy heart eased a bit, and a warm curve lifted the corner of his mouth as he looked at them.

"And that's just human nature!"

Bang!

A fierce tremor rang across the court; Shitian Tie showed no mercy, even boosting his force a few more points, and the terrifying wave burst over the court.

He swung his arms a few times, feeling the lightness after removing the weighted trainer, and Ren Zu Qianye lifted his racket and shouted resolutely.

Ping Shan Zhi of Four Heavenly Treasure Temple, Ice Emperor Academy's Yue Zhi Yueguang, and Lihai University.

All the geniuses became mere background before him; the bright moon hung in the sky, obscuring the stars.

"Sonic Shot!"

On the high platform, Tian Ren Zhi Hui of Biga Middle School sprang up from his seat, eyes wide, his cheek fat jiggling, with an expression of utter disbelief: "H‑How could this be?!"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Shi Tian Tie, Shenwei Ming, 1‑0!"

In front of the net, Shenwei Ming and Shi Tian Tie exchanged a glance; at that moment they both understood that the opponent had never shown his true strength.

Boom!

A fierce gust slammed into his face, making Shenwei Ming squint; his left hand immediately rested on the trembling racket, and the muscles on his cheek twitched.

But he didn't want to keep trailing behind; what he wanted was—

to walk side by side! to surpass his elder brother!

"What a fast speed!"

Cai Qian Guang's eyes widened and he shouted instinctively, "Both of those guys are first‑year students like me, yet their skill is far beyond my own!"

Boom!

A massive force surged from the racket into his palm; before Ren Zu Qianye could think, the racket flew up into the high air.

"Big brother, please verify my tennis!!"

Following A Xiu's tactics, the best case would be for senior Yuan Zheye, Xiao Chun, Yu Ci, and himself to sweep three matches in one go and reach the finals.

Not only that.

"Alright! Let's revive our spirits with a doubles match!!"

"You're asking for death, you want to cheat, huh?"

Yet when the two from Four Heavenly Treasure Temple passed the coach's bench, they paused briefly.

Sure enough, Shi Tian Yin, who had been at the net earlier, had somehow returned to the backcourt.

Budongfeng Shi Tian Tie serve!!

The atmosphere at Four Heavenly Treasure Temple remained cheerful, not losing its fighting spirit despite a loss.

He lowered his clasped hands slowly; Shi Tian Yin's broad palm grasped the racket, his ever‑gentle gaze subtly changed, his body rose steadily, exuding a heavy aura like an unmoved mountain.

"!!!!!!!"

Seeing the imposing Wave Ball, Shenwei Ming's breath halted, and his advance hesitated slightly.

In an instant, something seemed to block his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Watching Shenwei Ming and Shi Tian Tie's astonishing performance, Cai Qian Guang felt a heavy pressure.

He reached the ball's landing spot, planted his toe, turned his body, and swung the racket swiftly into the air.

Though he had been handling tennis for less than half a year, he had already entered the main roster.

Shi Tian Yin glanced at Ren Zu Qianye beside him; although Qianye's strength wasn't weak, against a Wave Ball of this caliber, without shedding his weighted wristband, he could hardly respond effectively.

Boom!

Shi Tian Tie stood sideways, swung his arm, and powerfully pulled the rebounding ball outward.

After that shot,

observers could only see a move where power and technique harmonized perfectly, its force truly astounding.

"Wave Ball Form Ten!"

Though the brothers reunited on the court, each side now held its own resolve.

Tap tap

Footsteps came from behind; Shenwei Ming's mouth twitched into a slight smile.

"Impressive— not only did you return A Yin's Wave Ball, but you also executed such a rapid volley at the net, completely beyond my expectations!"

Pat‑pat

"A Yin, your younger brother is really something," Ren Zu Qianye's eyes flashed as he crouched, untangling something while chuckling lightly.

"Form One, Form Two, Form Three."

Though he had always focused on power tennis training, the camp's assessment also demanded a certain degree of agility.

Shi Tian Tie stared deeply at the tall figure walking onto the court from the opposite tunnel, his palm gripping the racket tightly, recalling the long, arduous training and countless fierce matches.

All for this moment!

Since childhood, Shi Tian Yin had been the towering mountain that sheltered him from wind and rain; his majestic physique was the ideal he longed for, even mastering the Wave Ball taught by the opponent.

According to tennis rules, after an odd‑numbered set the players swap sides and receive a ninety‑second break.

After shedding that layer of restriction, he could also counter such a powerful Wave Ball.

They were just one step away from the finals stage; everyone must be very disappointed.

"Don't blame yourself~ don't blame yourself~" Watanabe Xiu's toothpick at the corner of his mouth twitched upward, his smile radiant, as he slapped Bai Shi's shoulder hard.

Two years later, he would become the new pillar of Four Heavenly Treasure Temple.

Yuan Zheye looked at the scoreboard and let out a chuckle.

At that moment, another round of bright moon appeared.

A terrifying Wave Ball surged at breakneck speed; the tennis ball's friction with the air seemed to ignite a flame, tinting the golden Wave Beam with a scorching red hue.

This is the power Shi Tian Tie now possesses after the camp.

Qianye, what are you doing?

Shitian, we're counting on you!

Let him witness the might of Budongfeng's top heavy artillery!!

Bai Shi lowered his head, his fragmented hair hanging down, feeling powerless and bitter inside.

Returning to the baseline, Shitian Tie raised his arm high without any hesitation and tossed the tennis ball aloft: "Serve-type Wave Ball!"

A Xiu, I lost.

But since this is the first game of the match, there is no break.

A low growl, like a flash of white light, the tennis ball instantly pierced half the court.

Then just wait for the chance, no need to force it, take it easy; there's no need to tire yourself out.

Seeing this, Shenwei Ming thought to himself, Senior Jiecheng was right after all; the opponent's speed was indeed very fast, and

"Is that… weighted?"

Pat‑pat

"After two years apart, his Wave Ball finally came together."

When the referee's voice fell, the stands instantly erupted with the two schools' cheer squads shouting fiercely.

Another astonishing gust of aura surged forward, and Shitian Tie launched another attack.

At the baseline, Rensu Qianye whispered softly, but his footwork was extremely swift.

"Hmph, wanting to challenge the Grandmaster, you're still a hundred years early!!"

The tennis ball, retaining its momentum after passing the racket, slammed heavily into Shitian Yin's abdomen, propelling his whole body backward a short distance, leaving clear drag marks from his two feet on the ground.

A breeze drifted from the central opening, stirring his slightly disheveled hair at his forehead; on his fair, handsome cheek, his eyes shone bright and sharp.

"One set to decide the winner!"

On the court, Shitian Yin remained composed, his gaze tracking the Wave Ball's trajectory, silently assessing its power; the numbers kept rising until they settled at the level of the Eighteenth‑form Wave Ball.

As soon as the voice faded, the sleek black figure grabbed the racket with both hands and, facing the intense beam, surged forward abruptly.

"But this power is only comparable to my Form‑1 Wave Ball!"

Shenwei Ming curled the corner of his mouth, exposing his blood‑red gums.

Hmm—!!

Muscles on his arm twitched, a terrifying aura surged from Shitian Yin: "If you want to surpass me, then show me an even stronger tennis ball, A Tie."

"It's only been a few days, how could the two of them improve so much?!"

"Please have both players switch courts."

Boom!

A fierce roar burst forth with incomparable force, striking everyone's eardrums like a heavy hammer.

The incoming person's arm suddenly expanded in a ring, then swung the racket with a sudden force, their whole body radiating a terrifyingly shocking aura.

Boom!

The tennis ball instantly flew back.

"Although I don't want to intervene in your brothers' duel, I'm sorry, this is a doubles match!"

Wave!!!

Shitian Tie slowly straightened his body and said softly.

At the side, Tian Ren Zhi Hui broke out in cold sweat; this ball's power far exceeded even his invincible massive explosion—how did that skinny monkey manage it?!

But that expression flashed only briefly; when he looked up again, his gaze returned to its cold composure.

"Watch mine!"

Boom!

Shitian Yin swung both hands with the racket toward the yellow beam powerfully, however.

Pfft

A distinctly clear sound of a racket string snapping rang out, and the racket blocking the ball revealed an oval gap, its edge spiraling inward toward the center.

"You fought a tough match, Bai Shi!!"

As long as he follows A Xiu's training plan and practices normally, maintains the status quo of Sitian Baosi after taking over as director, and enjoys tennis, he can continue his studies and finish his wonderful middle‑school life.

Leaving the court and returning to Sitian Baosi's player seat, Bai Shi came to his senses from the recent blow and said, "I'm sorry, everyone, I—"

But, when he saw.

The scene of the mighty Bai Shi being utterly defenseless before Jie Cheng Wu of Budongfeng;

The usually calm and steady Bai Shi, with a dazed, self‑blaming expression after losing the match;

Yishiki Yuji added, "Seeing it once can counter Bai Shi's round‑table strike, what a monster~~"

Stomp!

He drove his left foot forward with a powerful stride; his posture was agile, and his arm, aided by the body's forward thrust, swung the racket forward.

Stomp!

His foot landed heavily, like a massive elephant trampling the earth, a vast aura suddenly rising, the racket in his hand swinging powerfully without restraint.

Boom—