Chapter 41

Budongfeng Tennis Court.

Creak—

The green wire mesh gate of the tennis court is opened by a fair hand.

Bu Er, wearing a blue and white Qingxue team uniform and carrying a black tennis bag, walks in; the breeze blows the hair on his forehead, and at this moment his eyes are incomparably bright.

"Student Jiecheng, please have a match with me!"

His voice falls.

Suddenly.

Everyone on the court stops their movements, and more than twenty pairs of eyes look straight at this challenger who came to the door.

Seeing the suddenly arrived Bu Er, Jiecheng Wu is a bit surprised, but the next moment...

"Okay."

At the same time, in the Japan U17 Training Camp, a match is also in progress.

Bang!

The yellow tennis ball keeps expanding in his eyes, and a terrifying aura rages across the entire court.

"Game, Ping Deng Yuan Feng Huang, 2-0!"

The referee's voice makes Dechuan He Ye come back to his senses from the ball just now, but his pupils are still full of horror.

"This training camp actually has such a guy..."

After the two games just now, his white sportswear has long been stained with dust and sweat, filthy and unbearable.

"What's wrong? Does our returnee elite have no strength now?"

Ping Deng Yuan Feng Huang picks his ear with his little finger, the corners of his mouth curling into a rebellious smile.

"Damn it."

Anger of unwillingness surges in the bottom of Dechuan's eyes; his left hand grips the racket tightly, milky white aura surges, and seven-colored brilliance faintly flashes from it.

Bang!

A loud explosion, and a seven-colored ray of light suddenly appears on the court.

And that tennis ball keeps flashing, changing unpredictably, and flickering in this beam of light.

Such speed and technique, if Jiecheng Wu were on the scene, he would probably feel inferior.

But...

Bang!

"Elite! Such tennis is not worthy of your status!"

Facing such a serve, Ping Deng Yuan Feng Huang's eyes are cold, and his tone is still frivolous.

Like a leisurely stroll, he swings his right hand, easily hitting the ball back, and it carries even more violent power.

"0-15!"

Bang!

"3-0!"

"Change sides!"

This match is simply a slaughter of one side by the other; the strength of the two is simply not in the same dimension.

"Is this the player of Japan U17 First Team..."

San Jin Gu Ya Jiu Dou, who has cherry blossom-colored long hair, mutters; the non-prescription flat glasses hide the shock in his heart.

"Very strong, strong beyond imagination."

And Ping Shan Zhi Ye, who often makes strange expressions and keeps complaining, finally becomes serious.

These first-year high school students were all selected here because they had quite brilliant performances in past competitions.

In this training camp, geniuses are everywhere.

If you must say who is the strongest in the first year of high school, it must be Dechuan He Ye.

Ya Jiu Dou's Data Tennis and his gun-bullet style were all broken one by one in front of Dechuan, but Dechuan's phantom color serve has not been returned by anyone to this day.

However...

Dechuan, who is so strong, stands in front of that man named Ping Deng Yuan Feng Huang, but seems like a newly born chicken, with no power to fight back.

Relying only on pure speed and power, he completely suppressed Dechuan; this level of physical fitness, just looking at it one more time, will explode, and getting closer...

Ping Shan Zhi Ye adjusts the green hat on his head with his hand; for him, the impact brought by the scene in front of him is really too big.

This training camp is really not as simple as imagined...

Swish—

The violent tennis ball rotates at high speed, terrifying power gathers in it, and the tennis ball flies easily tearing through the air.

Bang!

The tennis ball hits Dechuan's lower jaw; he flies directly into the air, his brain suddenly vibrates, his eyes go black, and his ears roar.

For a long time, he struggles to stand up from the ground, but there is no focus in his eyes.

"Elite, let me teach you what is the true meaning of victory or defeat!"

Looking at Dechuan's miserable state, Ping Deng Yuan Feng Huang has no guilt at all, and the tennis ball keeps attacking the trembling Dechuan.

Bang!

This ball hits the stomach.

Bang!

This ball hits the chest.

Bang, bang, bang!

Dechuan's body is constantly hit by the cannonball-like tennis ball on the tennis court, like a swaying small boat beaten by waves in a storm, which could be destroyed at any time.

"Gui, if this continues, he will be destroyed..."

Looking at the match on the court, Ru Jiang Zou Duo puts away his previous smile, and his expression becomes serious.

Gui Shi Ci Lang on the side looks a bit old, not like a high school student, but he has a head of flamboyant red hair, full of domineering spirit.

Gui doesn't speak, but his sharp eyes pay attention to the changes on the court at all times.

Since the failure in the world competition last year, Ping Deng Yuan has become more domineering, and his strength has become stronger.

Hum—

A vibration suddenly spreads out.

"Be destroyed."

Ping Deng Yuan Feng Huang's left hand blooms with a matchless golden light, and the terrifying vibration representing the aura of destruction suddenly condenses on the court.

"That is..." Ru Jiang Zou Duo's pupils shrink, feeling something bad in his heart.

"What is this?!"

Ping Shan Zhi Ye and San Jin Gu Ya Jiu Dou stand straight instantly, their eyes full of shock.

Tennis balls can glow!?

And the memories in the depths of the brains of the other second-year training camp members are awakened again.

They have seen this glowing tennis ball, just last year...

"Farewell, elite!"

Bang!

Ripples stir in the air.

The tennis ball emitting golden light leaves Ping Deng Yuan's racket, and the entire court trembles under this terrifying aura.

A thought emerges in everyone's heart.

Being hit by this ball, this little brat named Dechuan will die—

Facing this fatal blow, the brain keeps issuing warnings at this moment, but Dechuan can't even move his feet.

In the blink of an eye, this terrifying golden light has arrived in front of him!

Am I going to die...

Swish—

Instantly, a figure suddenly appears, red hair looking exactly like a burning flame.

Bang!

A loud explosion!

The violent wind instantly sweeps everything around, and the fierce wind pressure makes people near the court unable to even open their eyes.

Everyone feels two forces colliding on the court! Gathering! And in the next instant, they fall to the ground with a boom, scattering ten thousand golden lights!

The yellow tennis ball rolls to Ping Deng Yuan Feng Huang's feet...

Gui Shi Ci Lang lifts his racket, the aura of a ghost god in hell rivaling Ping Deng Yuan.

"This match, ends here!"

"Oh?"

Ping Deng Yuan Feng Huang raises his eyes, the NO. 1 badge on his collar flashing with faint light.

Near Qingxue, under the viaduct tennis court.

Two people stand far apart, the sunset shines on the dividing net, and a long black shadow separates the two into different worlds.

"Captain Qing Tian, please have a match with me!"

Tezuka looks at Qing Tian Bang Nan with sharp eyes, his tone incomparably firm; although he says please, it doesn't look like he can be refused at all.

Looking at this Tezuka who is different from usual, Qing Tian Bang Nan's temples are instantly soaked with sweat.

He feels as if he has returned to the regional preliminaries; standing in front of him is not Tezuka, but Budongfeng's Jiecheng Wu.

Budongfeng, tennis court.

Bang!

Thunder Triple Concerto·Coda·Electric Light!

In the blink of an eye, the white brilliance flashes and passes, and the tennis ball flies over the top of the net with wisps of electric light.

Pshh—

"Game, Jiecheng Wu, 1-0!"

Bu Er opens his eyes and looks at the tennis ball on the ground.

"As a return gift, please also look at this move of mine."

There is more, but it's after midnight; everyone can watch it tomorrow morning.

(End of this chapter)