Chapter 200: Demonized Qie Yuan, the Gap in the Tennis System!

Switch courts!

Their gaze, calm, swept over the two from Budongfeng; even though they lost the opening service game, Sanada still kept a sharp, cool demeanor.

Qie Yuan.

Yes!

With a cold shout, Qie Yuan Chi Ye's body reflexively stood upright and responded at once; due to his usual strict standards, even in the red‑eye state, Qie Yuan was still tightly controlled by Sanada.

Before turning, Qie Yuan gritted his teeth, glanced at the opponent, and held his breath.

You want to knock me down?

Accompanied by a cold whisper, black flames suddenly flickered over Yiwu Shen Si's body.

Swish~

He extended his left hand, tossed the tennis ball high, planted his toe, and leapt up suddenly.

Midair, his eyes lowered, sweeping over Qie Yuan Chi Ye at the baseline; a cold glint flashed, and a fierce Wildness surged, tilting toward the opponent.

"Not only power and speed, even the spin intensity has risen greatly."

The tennis ball countered back at an extremely cunning angle.

"What a detestable style of play."

Bang!

The racket quivered violently, Qie Yuan's face twisted terrifyingly; he noticed the ball's spin had become even fiercer, as if it might burst away at any moment.

"Qie Yuan, that little brat."

Bang!

The ball's whistling was unusually clear; a sharp black streak sliced the air like a feather, and when it struck the ground and bounced, it resembled a soaring hawk.

"Good! Watch me hit it back!"

Moreover, each ball the opponent struck grew faster, stronger, and spinnier.

At this moment, Qie Yuan's attacking intent was laid bare in that shot, with no concealment at all.

Swish!

His body naturally twisted aside, arm swung upward, and the ball glided across the entire racket face.

"You unlearned brat!"

Qie Yuan pressed his body extremely low, drove his foot hard, and carelessly surged forward; the instant the ball bounced and brushed his body, the racket was already there.

Whoosh—

His dwindling stamina and the increasingly powerful returns.

"But..."

With a cold rebuke, Yiwu Shen Si swiftly shifted his position, finding the right contact point to return.

"You think I'll do as you wish, you idiot!"

"Targeting the knee again."

Whirr whirr whirr.

Intense force struggled within the racket face.

Feeling that sharp aura pressing down, Qie Yuan Chi Ye's eyes grew bloodier, his expression turned even more frantic; reason seemed gone, yet this frenzy precisely nullified the effect of Wildness.

Chasing shots are common in tennis matches, but a chase shot aimed at scoring and a dangerous shot purely to attack the opponent are entirely different matters.

Bang!

Bang!

At the net, Ju Juping stared intently at Sanada.

Qie Yuan was undergoing a dual grind of body and mind; once he could no longer bear it, it would be hard for him to stand up again.

Bang!

Yiwu Shen Si flashed aside, evading the knee‑targeted strike; his arm swung sharply, and the racket became an afterimage that covered the ball.

Whoosh!

With his right‑hand racket covering, the ball was drawn out in a pale yellow arc; though the spin was stronger, Qie Yuan in the red‑eye state still snatched it back, directing it straight at Yiwu Shen Si's body.

Like a fox narrowing its eyes, the Benevolent King's words had not finished when another voice sounded ahead.

"This is a trial Qie Yuan must endure; Li Hai Da does not allow any blind spots."

After striking the ball, Yiwu Shen Si's gaze flickered slightly; compared with the Kanto Grand Tournament, Qie Yuan Chi Ye's strength had noticeably improved.

Qie Yuan's footwork slid quickly, bringing his body to his right‑side baseline.

Bang!

The ball instantly warped flat, a fierce, harsh yellow flash streaking over the net.

Watching the fierce rally on the court, the Benevolent King frowned slightly at Qie Yuan's back‑and‑forth movement.

Opening his brown eyes, Xing Cun's gentle face showed an aura of dominance, with a hint of coldness despite his approachability.

His wrist twitched slightly, turning the fierce force into intangibility, then the racket sliced out.

His gaze swept across Qie Yuan's backhand baseline, and the ball drew a large golden arcing curve.

From an ordinary spectator's viewpoint, Qie Yuan seemed to be engaged in an evenly matched baseline duel with Yiwu Shen Si, extremely exciting and intense.

"Just watching Chi Ye being toyed with like this, Sanada is truly ruthless."

But in reality

Yiwu Shen Si was, in his own way, constantly forcing Qie Yuan to run the length of the baseline, draining his stamina.

Beside them, Liu Lian Er added the Benevolent King's unfinished words.

"Completely toyed with in the opponent's palm."

The yellow streak of light kept striking back and forth along the court's baseline, Yiwu Shen Si and Qie Yuan Chi Ye began a fierce baseline exchange.

Yiwu Shen Si furrowed his brows deeply, and a displeased expression appeared on his otherwise plain face.

Tap tap tap.

Qie Yuan did not dare to be careless, and his body swiftly chased after the tennis ball.

However.

A scene beyond his expectation unfolded: the tennis ball that landed on the baseline suddenly surged upward sharply after touching the ground.

"This is!"

Qie Yuan's crimson eyes narrowed, a clear shock flashing through his fury; this familiar ball trajectory

Swish~

The tennis ball flew high, its destination unknown, for several seconds.

"The ball's on my side!"

In the stands, a plump man raised his arm and shouted excitedly, clutching a tennis ball in his hand, his face full of unexpected joy.

"Cloud Eagle Return of the high lob"

Yiwu Shen Si let out a low hum in his heart as the umpire announced the score.

"Budongfeng Middle School Yiwu Shen Si scores, 15-0!"

Boom!

The tennis ball was tossed up, and yellow light blossomed again from the racket's surface.

Boom!

Boom!

"Are you just going to watch like that?"

At the net, Ju Juping did not understand Sanada's choice; even with his own guard, the opponent still had multiple support opportunities.

Yet he remained calmly idle at the net, neglecting his own partner.

"This is his turn."

Sanada replied coldly, showing no intention to intervene in their duel, but beneath his black brim a sharp gaze fixed tightly on Ju Juping.

It seemed that as soon as Ju Juping moved, he would immediately respond.

Boom!

"Budongfeng Middle School Yiwu Shen Si scores, 30-0!"

Boom!

"Budongfeng Middle School Yiwu Shen Si scores, 40-0!"

Boom!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Yiwu Shen Si, 2-0!"

"So strong! Just a first‑year, yet can produce such superb skill; Yiwu Shen Si of Budongfeng is amazing!"

"In comparison, the super rookie from Rikai University is completely suppressed."

"Perhaps this match will be decided by the gap of a first‑year!"

Creak creak

His finger joints clenched the tennis ball tightly, the chatter from the stands reaching his ears, and Qie Yuan Chi Ye's face was covered with sweat and anger.

"All of you, shut up!"

Damn! I

Swish!

The tennis ball was tossed up, Qie Yuan's body sprang up sharply, his bent, compressed arm suddenly exerted force, his elbow rotating inward to strike down.

"I can't lose another point!!"

Boom!

With a dramatic wide arc, the irregularly spinning ball landed precisely in the corner of Ju Juping's right outer boundary service‑return zone.

Chirp chirp!

After the tennis ball violently scraped the ground, it suddenly bounced up at an unexpected angle.

"Nice fingertip serve!"

Seeing the ball rushing toward his cheek, Ju Juping tightened slightly, stepping sideways.

Boom!

He swung his arm at the rebounding ball, catching the strong irregular spin, then lifted his arm upward, and a fierce baseline strike appeared on the court.

Buzz!

A blood‑red flame ignited, and Ju Juping's domineering lion aura blazed unreservedly toward the opposite side.

"Sss"

In an instant, the nearby spectators felt a tightening in their hearts and involuntarily inhaled a cold breath.

Facing the lion aura head‑on, Qie Yuan Chi Ye's hair stood on end; even his raging crimson‑eyed fury could not fully counter Ju Juping's terrifying momentum.

"Damn it, damn—"

"What I want is to surpass those three geniuses and claim the top seat of the nation's premier school."

"What about Yiwu Shen Si of Budongfeng?!"

"And what about Ju Juping?!"

Clenching his teeth, his blood‑stained gums exposed, Qie Yuan Chi Ye felt deep resentment; each heartfelt question fueled his mounting anger.

Boom!

With a backhand swing, Qie Yuan, his expression fierce, struck the tennis ball back.

Boom!

Boom!

The tense, fierce clash on the court rang out again.

"Chiye's concentration is even more terrifying."

He stopped chewing bubble gum, and watching Qie Yuan Chiye's increasingly concise and direct movements on the court, Marui Bunta's eyes showed a glimmer of expectation.

"We must break his rhythm!"

Seeing Qie Yuan's every shot grow more astonishing in momentum, Ju Juping realized they could not let him continue, or the match would become even harder.

Step!

"Stop!"

Ju Juping had just stepped left when Sanada's gaze, like a cold blade, pressed against his forehead, causing his step to falter slightly.

"Vice‑Director Ju, leave it to me."

Yiwu Shen Si's ever‑calm voice sounded behind him, and his cold, merciless eyes, like gilt, fixed tightly on Qie Yuan Chiye.

Swish!

A flash of light surged, the racket lifted, and as the tennis ball fell to the ground, Yiwu Shen Si's racket snapped upward sharply, the entire face of the racket pressed tightly against the ball.

Boom!

A wide‑angled golden moon arc reappeared over the court.

Watching this, the spectators on the high platform behind leapt forward, eager to try catching a tennis ball as a souvenir.

However.

Step step step step

A burst of frantic, chaotic footsteps rang out, and the ominous sound sent a chill through the previously eager spectators, as if a demon had appeared.

"Kekeke—"

The tennis ball had not yet touched the ground when a bright yellow collar appeared at the landing spot, the racket already swung down swiftly, and the arm gripping the handle was a chillingly red color.

"W‑what is this monster?! It's a demon—"

A frightened clamor rose from the stands, and following their gaze...

At this moment, Qie Yuan Chiye's hair turned white, his skin reddened, and even his pupils emitted a demonic pale‑green glow.

"Let me dye you completely red!"

The tennis ball just bounced, and before it could rise, the racket violently struck it away.

Boom—

Cloud Eagle Return's spin was instantly shattered by Qie Yuan, the tennis ball burst forth, reversing and flying back, the terrifying momentum signifying Qie Yuan Chiye's brand‑new evolution.

"Demonization."

Watching Qie Yuan from the sidelines, Jiecheng Wu murmured softly.

Building on the crimson‑eye state, while further evolving his strength and speed, only the thought "destroy the opponent" remained in his mind—a pure violent‑tennis state.

Now.

This blood‑tinged, fierce tennis ball surged toward Yiwu Shen Si's face.

"Such a ball harms both opponent and self; in the end it leads to self‑destruction!"

In a flash, Ju Juping appeared ahead of the ball's path.

His eyebrows were sharply angled, his expression stern and cold, showing obvious disgust and rejection toward Qie Yuan's current transformation.

Violent Tennis

There was a time when I too played with such a tennis ball!

But focusing on violence only destroys the opponent, and even annihilates the tennis players one respects.

Such a tennis ball has no future!

"Lion Roar·Furious Lion Roar!"

A low growl rose within, and as Ju Juping swung his arm, powerful force radiated from the racket's surface.

Boom!

Under this strike, the force on the tennis ball shattered on impact, and countless balls instantly blasted toward Rikai University's court.

Such a gap.

The demonized Qie Yuan Chiye also froze, his face startled.

Yet, as his daze lingered, a new clash had already begun.

"Immovable as a mountain!"

A figure instantly appeared at midfield, feet spread, weight slightly lowered.

In a daze, it seemed a towering mountain blocked all the sky‑filled tennis balls; phantom after phantom vanished, leaving only a single real yellow ball shadow.

Boom!

Sanada stepped back a beat, and with a Reverse Kasaya Slash swung the racket from down to up, the sound of breaking air deep and resonant, the tennis ball struck solidly.

"This is a topspin ball!"

Momentum erupted, and Ju Juping's sharp eyes captured the ball with precision.

"Mountain"'s defense, though strong, was too straightforward in counterattack, giving oneself ample opportunity.

Step step!

Two steps forward, meeting the ball, Ju Juping leapt mid‑air, his black garment swishing.

He lifted his right knee, a strange motion like a lion biting its tail; the racket held at his chest, a terrifying aura brewing.

"Here it comes, Vice Section Chief Ju's Explosive Ball Chaotic Dance!"

Neicun Jingjie shouted in a lowered voice.

Sure enough, the next instant.

Bang!

The racket frame swung down diagonally, pulling back, the tennis ball, nearly deformed into a U-shape, exploded outward, the air surging and trembling.

Swish swish swish!

In the instant it flew over the net, the tennis ball instantly split into countless balls, their trajectories numerous and utterly chaotic, impossible to distinguish.

"As immovable as a mountain!"

Lifting his head to see the sky filled with ball shadows, Sanada did not retreat or yield, he opened his stance, and once again employed the majestic intent of the 'Mountain'.

Just this time.

The chaotic ball paths resembled tangled yarn impossible to follow, as streaks of yellow light burst forth from the directions Sanada could not defend.

Swish!

Meanwhile, Qieyuan attempted to intercept the Explosive Ball Chaotic Dance in the backcourt, swinging his racket quickly, but he chose the wrong position.

"Budongfeng Ju Juping scores."