Chapter 31: Shenwei Ming's Awakening, I Want

After the Ice Emperor's journey ends.

Shenwei Ming saw the vastness of this world for the first time and finally realized how insignificant he is.

Since that day, Shenwei Ming voluntarily increased the intensity of training, seizing every second to improve himself.

For example, during class, Shenwei Ming would sit lightly on a chair and practice horse‑stance drills to work his thigh and calf muscles.

When walking, he also uses a weighted wrist strap on his arm to strengthen his upper‑body strength.

Shenwei Ming successfully overcame his playful nature, and gradually.

He seemed to begin appreciating the joy within it, and became deeply addicted.

As time passed, he appeared to become an oddball in the class, occasionally receiving strange looks from others.

But Shenwei Ming always smiles it off and doesn't mind.

Because he has far too many things he wants to do.

He wants to complete the challenge of beating ten people in one breath; to answer the question Senior Jiecheng previously raised; and to see how far he can go when he gives his all.

Shenwei Ming clearly understands what his heart seeks and keeps striving for it.

And on each day of this struggle, he feels immensely fulfilled, and whenever his strength improves, a wave of joy naturally arises.

Those who cannot hear the music often think the dancer has gone mad.

But in fact, how could they understand the joy within it?

Time flows, and April is almost over.

Street-side Tennis Court.

An intense match is underway.

The two competitors are Shenwei Ming and Mu Cun Hongye.

Bang!

As Shenwei Ming prepared to rush to the net, the tennis ball cleverly landed under his hip and passed through his crotch.

"Mu Cun Hongye scores, 40‑30."

Jiecheng Wu keeps score off the court.

After arduous training, Shenwei Ming can finally, while wearing the weight, defeat nine opponents in a row and face Mu Cun Hongye in the final match.

But unlike the ordinary opponents of the first nine rounds, Mu Cun Hongye was a starter on his middle‑school tennis team and later joined the high‑school Tennis Club.

Compared to six months ago, his skill has grown considerably; now he already possesses Du Da Sai‑level ability.

If he returned to middle school, he could already make a splash at the Du Da Sai, and that is no simple feat.

First, he must pass the regional qualifiers to earn a spot in the Du Da Sai.

Regional qualifiers usually involve a dozen schools, and only two teams can advance to the Du Da Sai.

To continue gaining fame in the Du Da Sai, one must face over a hundred teams that fought their way out of the regional contests.

It can be said that Du Da Sai‑level players are already an aspirational yet unattainable existence for many.

Shenwei Ming wants to defeat Mu Cun Hongye head‑on, which is truly not easy.

Sure enough, at this moment he is being firmly suppressed.

Jiecheng Wu squints; he has watched Shenwei Ming's performance during this period.

You should still have tactics you haven't shown yet, right.

Swish!

Mu Cun Hongye backhanded a slice, his gaze seeming to lock onto Shenwei Ming's backcourt position, but the tennis ball landed in the service box.

Sizzle.

Drop shot!

"Game, Mu Cun Hongye, score 4‑2."

"Hoo hoo."

Shenwei Ming pants heavily, yet his mind remains unusually calm.

He knows very clearly in his heart that Mu Cun Hongye is a opponent specially selected for him.

Mu Cun Hongye possesses sufficiently rich match experience, and his technique definitely surpasses his own.

Moreover, while weighted, his speed does not hold an advantage.

This is the problem Jiecheng Wu devised!

"Just as you said, as long as I lack the speed advantage, I'm at a loss."

Shenwei Ming's eyes gradually brighten, and his expression becomes resolute.

"But—

I will tell you my answer!"

"Is that all you have?"

Mu Cun Hongye shouts, swinging his racket ferociously, showing no mercy.

To be honest, he quite likes this rhythm kid and hadn't intended to strike so harshly.

But Jiecheng Wu begged him to attack with full force, and he couldn't refuse.

Bang!

A crisp striking sound rang out.

This time Mu Cun Hongye again anticipates Shenwei Ming's move early, and the tennis ball suddenly flies toward the opposite direction of Shenwei Ming.

Based on the previous situation, this point is about to end.

"Ha!"

A sudden booming shout erupts on the court!

Shenwei Ming inhaled a huge breath of air, his chest immediately expanding; he held his breath completely, the muscles of his thighs tensing in an instant, and the power of his whole body suddenly gathered together.

The next moment—

Boom!

Whoosh!

Like an arrow released from a bow, the crossing of his two legs left a trail of afterimages.

A gust of wind surged, kicking up dust on both sides that scattered away.

The ball that was thought impossible to return was nonetheless firmly blocked by Shenwei Ming!

And at such a rapid speed, the racket stored an immense force.

Bang!

A cracking sound rang in the air, the tennis ball instantly warped on the strings, and burst out the next second.

Zing!

"Can't see!"

Mu Cun Hongye was startled instantly; the speed of that ball was truly too fast!

In a flash, he could only swing the racket relying on instinct.

The swing missed.

"Shenwei Ming scores."

"30-15."

"Haha."

This ball is my response!

Is the opponent I face not slower than me?

The opponent I encounter isn't slower than me?

"How could I possibly let this happen?!"

Shenwei Ming gasped, but a smile spread at the corner of his mouth; he straightened his posture and turned his head toward Jiecheng Wu.

Shenwei Ming gasped, but a smile spread at the corner of his mouth; he straightened his posture and turned his head toward Jiecheng Wu.

Senior, I think I can answer your question now."

Scorching heat rose from Shenwei Ming's body, he was panting, yet his eyes were exceptionally bright.

"Even if the opponent's technique surpasses mine, and their speed exceeds mine,

I will still continue to fight with speed.

I will become faster, become faster, become faster!

I will become faster, faster, faster!

He clenched his right fist tightly and hammered it heavily onto his left chest.

"To become the nation's number one in speed!

So.

Before that, no matter who the opponent is, I will persist in winning with speed!"

Before that, no matter who the opponent is, I will persist in winning with speed!

Watching Shenwei Ming at this moment, Jiecheng Wu nodded, a faint grateful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

From this moment on, Shenwei Ming's path to the Kanto level is no longer obstructed.

Tokyo Metropolis, Adachi Ward, Table Tennis Hall.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Short slice! Long slice! Loop slice!

A cold, sharp glint flashed, and a storm‑like attack was instantly unleashed by Yiwu Shen Si.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes far, sometimes near, sometimes topspin, sometimes backspin.

The fierce streaks of light continuously shot across the table, and this fierce assault made Shen Jingyang hard to fend off.

Staring at the icy expression of Ibu Shinji, Shen Jingyang couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.

I was completely suppressed!?

It's only been a little over half a month!

Monster!

"It's over!"

Yiwu Shen Si shouted deeply, swinging the table tennis racket fiercely!

Yiwu Shen Si shouted in a deep voice, swinging the ping‑pong racket fiercely!

Bang!

A cracking sound, and a numbing sensation instantly enveloped Shen Jingyang's entire right hand.

A burst of explosion, the numbing feeling instantly enveloped Shen Jing Yang Xie's entire right hand.

It was as if a tendon was suddenly struck; his right hand instantly lost strength, and the racket flew out of his palm and fell to the ground.

An expression of utter shock appeared on his face.

And Coach Lin, standing nearby, finally nodded as he watched the match.

And Coach Lin, watching the match from the side, finally nodded.

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