Chapter 67

"Game, Budongfeng Middle School, Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie, 6-2!"

"Budongfeng!"

"Budongfeng!"

In the final of the Du Da Sai, having taken two consecutive games at the start, Budongfeng's momentum reached its peak in an instant, and the cheerleading squad in the audience cheered loudly.

Their cheers were like waves rolling in from the sea, one wave higher than the next.

"Sorry Tezuka, we lost," Oishi and Kikumaru said softly, filled with apology.

"You have already done well enough."

Tezuka's gaze was calm; he patted Oishi on the shoulder and then walked forward.

"Leave the rest to me."

A confident and calm voice rang out beside Oishi's ear, and he hurriedly looked up.

One could see Tezuka take off his long-sleeved jacket and walk slowly onto the court, his steps firm; he did not hide his aura at all, like a drawn sharp sword, its edge fully exposed.

"Next, the Single Match No. 3 will begin, between Jiecheng Wu of Budongfeng Middle School and Tezuka Kunimitsu of Youth Academy."

"Will both players please step forward!"

The referee's voice suddenly rang out from the broadcast.

"Wow."

Watching the two walking slowly onto the court, the enthusiasm of the live audience was completely ignited.

Both were captains of their tennis clubs; one had easily defeated the single-match rising star Qiansui Qianli of Shan Chui Zhongxue, and his upper limit of strength remained unseen to this day.

The other had been famous since elementary school and had defeated Ji Bu Jingwu of Ice Emperor in the semi-finals; he was a nationally recognized top player.

The clash between these two was bound to be spectacular; it was hard not to be excited by such a scene.

Furthermore, this match would determine the winner of the Du Da Sai championship.

If Jiecheng Wu won, the championship would be taken directly by Budongfeng; conversely, if Tezuka Kunimitsu won, Qingxue would still have hope for a reversal.

In short, the upcoming clash between the two was full of highlights!

Outside the court.

In the gray-white sea of people, Ji Bu stood indifferently at the very front, a glimmer of light flashing in his narrow eyes.

If there was anyone who cared most about the upcoming match, it would certainly be him.

After all, both guys on the court had defeated him head-on, and Ji Bu also wanted to know who was better between them.

The Shan Chui Zhongxue team was located in the northwest corner of the venue.

Qiansui Qianli looked at the two on the court, his expression exceptionally serious.

Whether it was Jiecheng Wu or Tezuka Kunimitsu, they were both existences he had to look up to now; even if he tried his best, it would be difficult to take a single point from them.

He understood his own weakness, was no longer jumpy, and for once, became quiet, watching the subsequent match with his heart.

Looking at the changed Qiansui, a few more smiles appeared on Ban Lao's face.

Keep chasing hard, little Qiansui.

On the court.

Jiecheng Wu's eyes were bright as he watched Tezuka and reached out his hand.

"I am very happy that you could appear in Single Match No. 3 as promised."

Tap~

Tezuka stepped forward, and the two palms gripped together above the green tennis net.

His cold eyes did not retreat, and his sharp gaze collided head-on with Jiecheng Wu's.

"I am only doing this to ensure Qingxue's victory."

Two auras clashed with each other, and faintly, the air seemed to become viscous.

"Can we start now?"

"Yes, we can."

Jiecheng Wu withdrew his gaze and smiled.

"I hope we can have a wonderful match."

Such a Tezuka was exactly what he wanted.

"The third single match between Budongfeng Middle School and Youth Academy now officially begins!"

"The match will be decided in one game!"

"Qingxue's service game!!"

Gripping the racket handle wrapped in white overgrip, Jiecheng Wu adjusted his state to the best and retreated a few steps to the baseline, leaving enough reaction time for the return.

In front of Tezuka Kunimitsu, one could never be too cautious.

Pat... pat... pat...

The yellow tennis ball bounced and fell on the ground.

Tezuka took a deep breath, a sharp light exploded in his eyes, and as his knees bent slightly, the tennis ball was tossed into the air.

When the tennis ball reached its highest point, he leaped up.

His arm twisted, seizing the brief moment to hit the ball, and his racket flashed instantly.

Boom!

Without any spin, it was just a pure flat serve.

The tennis ball drew a sharp yellow streak of light, precisely pressing on the baseline corner of the service area near the center line.

"So fast!"

Yiwu Shen Si was startled; compared to Gan Zhen Zhi's high-speed serve, this unremarkable strike from Tezuka was more than three times faster!

Whoosh!

Jiecheng Wu tapped his toes, his figure like a ghost; with just a flash, he instantly appeared in front of the tennis ball.

Before going on court, he had already removed the weights from his body.

"Not enough, Tezuka."

Boom!

The silver-white racket intercepted precisely and then lashed out violently; the tennis ball flew back diagonally, pointing straight to the opposite corner.

Step, step.

Tezuka never felt that Jiecheng Wu couldn't return this serve; his steps crossed rapidly, kicking up a cloud of dust on the ground.

Boom!

His wrist tensed, his left foot stepped in front of his right foot, and the moment his center of gravity shifted backward, his racket swung out in one go with the body rotation.

The speed did not diminish at all, and the tennis ball flew back diagonally to Jiecheng Wu's baseline.

"Wow."

The beautiful single-handed backhand return drew a burst of admiration; Tezuka's movements were simply as beautiful as a painting.

Boom!

Boom!

The two started a rally like this from the very first ball.

Outside the court.

Watching the two running and crossing on the court, Jiecheng Tongren was filled with amazement.

As the editor-in-chief of Tennis Monthly, he couldn't be more familiar with the name Tezuka Kunimitsu.

Active in numerous competitions since elementary school, he had won countless championship trophies, and professional clubs had long since extended olive branches to him; he was a rare genius among contemporary middle school students.

And his own son could actually go toe-to-toe with Tezuka Kunimitsu without falling behind at all.

This was simply incredible!

One had to know that Xiao Wu only started playing tennis last year...

Having been in the tennis industry for so many years, Jiecheng Tongren had never seen such a thing.

At this moment, a shout came from the Qingxue team.

"It's here, it's the Tezuka Zone!"

The tennis ball drew a streak of light, touched the ground slightly, and after bouncing, flew strangely toward Tezuka, as if pulled by a force.

It was like a dragonfly touching the water suddenly encountering an invisible silk web set by a spider, with nowhere left to escape.

Seeing this, Jiecheng Wu's eyes flickered slightly.

"The Tezuka Zone just now wasn't actively deployed."

Bu Er opened his azure eyes, his fair and handsome face appearing exceptionally grave.

This match had a viewing threshold; the vast majority of the audience could only see the follow-through after the two swung their rackets and hear the constant dull sound of the ball being hit.

He was one of the few who could watch the match normally.

The two on the court had been engaged in probing clashes, sketching out the opponent's strength profile in their hearts through offensive and defensive moves from all angles.

And this clash...

It was Tezuka who was at a disadvantage!

Jiecheng Wu's speed was above Tezuka's.

Thanks to Gink Fanchen for the 2000-coin tip!

(End of chapter)