Chapter 58

Hearing the news of Atobe Keigo versus Tezuka, the spectators around the court rushed to the next door.

Before long, the sidelines of Budongfeng and Shan Chui were exceptionally empty, with only the two teams' cheering squads left in the audience.

"The match between Atobe and Qingxue's Tezuka."

On the court, Yiwu Shen Si also heard it clearly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The next instant.

Yan Ye Chongci Lang suddenly felt that the opposite attack became more intense, just like a storm, while he was a sail that could fall at any time swept by the waves.

Five minutes later.

"Cloud Eagle Return!"

Bang!

Following Yiwu Shen Si's low chant in his heart, the racket in his hand slashed out, and a golden crescent suddenly appeared on the court; after hitting the ground.

The sharp and fierce upward arc completely ended the whole match.

Yan Ye Chongci Lang's face was pale, looking up at the sky; the tennis ball had long since disappeared; how could such a move be returned?!

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Yiwu Shen Si, 6-0!"

"Match over, Budongfeng Middle School wins, total score 3-1!"

"Budongfeng Middle School advances to the Du Da Sai finals!"

The referee's voice came from the broadcast.

However.

Although the match was over, both sides seemed unable to care about being happy or sad; they were all attracted by the situation on the next court.

Even the post-match handshake ceremony ended in a hurry, and they hurriedly rushed to the Qingxue Ice Emperor venue.

"So many people!"

Shenwei Ming looked at the dense crowd in front of him in shock; almost all the spectators of the Du Da Sai were gathered here.

"As expected of a famous player." He sighed softly.

He had already witnessed the match between Atobe Keigo and Jiecheng Senior, and had also personally played against Qingxue's Bu Er Zhou Zhu.

He could be said to be very clear about the strength of these two people.

Although Bu Er couldn't compare to Atobe Keigo, he was definitely not a character seen everywhere; since the start of the Du Da Sai, he hadn't seen a tennis player who could compare to Bu Er.

But listening to others, in Qingxue, Tezuka Kunimitsu's status was even higher than Bu Er's.

How did we win against Qingxue in the regional preliminary tournament?

Shenwei Ming suddenly felt a wave of confusion.

Tap tap tap tap...

Jiecheng Wu emitted a heart-trembling wild aura; whenever he approached, others would unconsciously move to the side to make space.

Under his leadership, Budongfeng's black legion soon passed through the crowded crowd.

Just entered.

An incomparably tense atmosphere rushed toward him.

The Ice Emperor cheering squad stood neatly in the audience, ready to go, just like an iceberg, giving extremely heavy pressure.

In front of them, the people of Qingxue were like a drop of water in the ocean.

Falling into it, it couldn't splash a single drop of water.

Although Shenwei Ming had seen Ice Emperor's team call, last time it was only a part of the Ice Emperor Tennis Club, but this time all two hundred members were present, and the momentum was even more astonishing.

Boom!

Boom!

The entire venue was silent, only hearing the dull and heavy hitting sound on the court; Shenwei Ming asked the person next to him to know that this was still the first ball of the match.

Boom!

The tennis ball pressed precisely and sharply on the corner of the baseline, carrying fierce momentum, bouncing high from the ground.

Swish!

Tezuka's face remained unchanged, quickly rushing to the front of the ball's flight path, his right foot supported and immediately leaked force, then his left foot stepped forward, and his left-hand racket pulled out from his side.

Bang!

This sharp and tricky ball path was easily hit back by him.

The tennis ball pulled a cold stream of light diagonally on the court, hitting Atobe's backhand vacancy directly.

"Not bad, Tezuka!"

In the fierce confrontation, Atobe still had the leisure to praise; he flashed to the front of the net, preparing to intercept.

Tap.

Tezuka's gaze was always paying attention to the opponent's movement; a slide, immediately moved in the opposite direction, preparing to take the move.

But.

Atobe immediately stepped on his right foot, his body center of gravity suddenly sank, and he changed direction with his left foot.

His purpose was not to intercept.

Slap!

The ball landed with a light sound, a cold light flashed in his narrow eyes, and the racket in Atobe's hand pulled out suddenly.

Super half-intercept!

The racket tore through the air, making a whistling sound; the moment the tennis ball bounced—

Bang!

A loud explosion!

The yellow tennis ball was instantly distorted and deformed, like a cold moon emitting bone-chilling cold light, attacking Tezuka's blind spot.

"Scored!"

Gakuto Mukahi stood up and shouted, his red hair shaking excitedly.

Not only him, everyone opened their eyes wide, because this ball had lasted too long.

But Tezuka suddenly stopped on the spot, motionless, looking at the tennis ball falling in the distance; his eyes were as calm as usual.

A breeze blew by, and the tea-brown hair shook slightly.

Swish!

The left-hand racket lifted backward and upward, opening the hitting action; just when everyone was confused.

Something unexpected happened to them—

The tennis ball flying to the blind spot, after hitting the ground and bouncing, seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and actually flew toward him in a strange arc.

Bang!

Tezuka took a step to the right, and the tennis ball appeared right by his side.

Bang!

"Youth Academy's Tezuka Kunimitsu leads, 15-0!"

The long struggle for the first point finally ended, and everyone breathed a long sigh of relief in their hearts.

"It's Tezuka Zone."

Jiecheng Wu's eyes flashed, and he said softly.

This move utilizes the spin of the tennis ball to the extreme.

He closed his eyes, and the struggle of the ball just now replayed in his mind.

Compared to before the regional preliminary tournament, Atobe's movements are more concise and decisive; after their match, it seems that Atobe has evolved.

And Tezuka is worthy of being the existence known as the world's number one middle school student in the New Tennis King plot.

Through just a few rounds of exchanges, Jiecheng Wu could see incomparably decisive judgment, perfect control over the match rhythm, and constant calm concentration.

And these are the qualities necessary to become a professional tennis player.

Opening his eyes, Jiecheng Wu looked down and found that his right hand was actually trembling slightly, and the corners of his mouth also rose unconsciously.

This is the trembling of excitement.

The match continued.

Atobe frowned slightly; his figure kept running left and right, continuously returning the tennis balls hit to both ends of the baseline.

And his attack was always affected by the Tezuka Zone, and the tennis ball was pulled to Tezuka's side.

Bang!

A yellow stream of light pierced through the court, dividing the court into two neat halves.

"Game, Youth Academy's Tezuka Kunimitsu, 1-0!"

"Please both sides switch sides!"

On the side of the court, when the two passed each other.

"My probing is over, let's have a good match." Atobe pointed at Tezuka's racket and said proudly, cold light appearing between his eyes, his aura compelling.

"Hmm."

Tezuka pushed his glasses with his right hand, his expression cold, nodding and saying softly: "Go all out, Atobe."

Explain to new friends, the little brother's typing speed is surprisingly slow; if it's before 12 o'clock, it takes about four and a half hours for a chapter, after 12 o'clock, it depends on the situation, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Old friends should know that I have stayed up all night a few times, and posted at six or seven the next day.

Then, last night I didn't finish writing at 1:30, slept, and had to start typing after returning home the next day.

There is another chapter after this one, can't do it after two o'clock, let's start at three.

(End of this chapter)