Chapter 83

"Ju Juping scores, 15-0."

Yuuki Satoru narrowed his eyes. Ju Juping's playing style was indeed domineering; whether it was his serve or his return, the momentum was fierce, and he unleashed a brand-new brilliance from ordinary techniques.

The "Twin Heroes of Kyushu" was certainly not a title given without reason.

Boom!

Without waiting long, the second serve was struck by Ju Juping.

The tennis ball was like an arrow released from a bow, piercing through half the court in an instant—another powerful and heavy strike.

Tap, tap.

However, having experienced that last ball, Yiwu Shen Si already had a countermeasure in mind.

How should one handle power-type tennis? He had long since figured out a complete set of measures during his match against Shitian Tie.

He was seen shifting his footsteps and moving forward to meet the ball.

Boom!

While the tennis ball was still on its upward trajectory, Yiwu Shen Si's racket had already swung out, his core tightened and twisted, fully utilizing the power of his waist and wrists.

The racket face almost dragged along the bottom of the ball.

Pshhh~

Not only did he return this ball, which contained intense spin, with a direct swing, but the moment the ball left his racket face, he added a silent, subtle flick, bestowing it with a special spin.

Most people didn't notice this detail at all; only Shenwei Ming and Shitian Tie had their expressions change slightly.

The temporary paralysis was about to begin!

As long as one couldn't score in a short time, they would be slowly dragged into Shen Si's rhythm during the continuous rallies.

Encountering this kind of technique for the first time, even a national-level player like Ju Juping would have to be a little surprised!

"Hah, too slow!"

Ju Juping's right hand sank, his agile body appearing instantly on the ball's flight path, and with the momentum of his run, he swung his racket out in a sudden, violent strike.

Boom!

The tennis ball flew across the net at extreme speed and smashed fiercely into the ground, the force contained within it not having diminished in the slightest.

However, this time Yiwu Shen Si was prepared; a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He quickly adjusted his position and posture, swinging his racket with the power from his legs and waist toward the front right, executing a backhand slice to offset the ball's momentum while adding an opposing spin.

Boom!

Boom!

Three or four rallies passed, and Ju Juping maintained his offensive stance, violently hitting the tennis ball to various spots on the opposite side.

Yiwu Shen Si, however, was like a chopper in a table tennis match, calmly dragging out the situation and dealing with the attacks—which were as fierce as a volcanic eruption—by continuously hitting slices.

Swish!

Another special spin was applied to his return, and the tennis ball was hit toward Ju Juping's left court.

Bang!

Ju Juping caught the ball with a normal swing, but the moment the ball collided with the racket face, a sensation of paralysis instantly occupied his entire right hand.

He frowned, his racket lifting slightly, about to slip from his grip.

But Ju Juping was worthy of being an experienced player; his left hand moved quickly, pinning the handle at the critical moment.

Holding the racket with both hands, he pulled the ball toward the diagonal.

Tap, tap.

Yiwu Shen Si's figure followed urgently; he believed the opponent wouldn't lose a point so easily, and his finishing move was waiting behind.

A light breeze blew up the dark blue hair on his forehead, revealing his eyes full of attacking intent.

With his racket tilted, the tennis ball had just bounced up, and his raised arm swung down in a sharp slice.

Swish!

A golden crescent moon suddenly appeared on the court; the tennis ball dipped sharply after crossing the net, emitting an incredibly fierce spin the moment it touched the ground.

The next instant.

As if aided by a clear breeze, the tennis ball was like a cloud eagle breaking through the sky, soaring upward!

Ju Juping looked up; the tennis ball had already flown over the wire fence, its destination unknown.

"15-15."

Ji Le Taizao's gaze lingered on Yiwu Shen Si for a moment longer, while his pen tip slowly wrote down the word "spin," making a note beside it.

And in the crowd.

Ji Le Jing Xing's eyes revealed a look of surprise; this golden crescent seemed to illuminate his cheeks.

What a stunning technique!

"Interesting, this technique of yours that makes the tennis ball suddenly leap up is actually a bit like Qiansui's 'God's Hiding'!"

Ju Juping looked at Yiwu Shen Si opposite him, feeling a bit of pleasant surprise, then laughed aloud.

Immediately after, his center of gravity rose and fell, the tennis ball took flight from his hand, and his racket snapped down heavily.

Boom!

"15-30!"

"15-40!"

In the following rallies, Yiwu Shen Si followed the same pattern, first using the slice style combined with temporary paralysis as a defensive transition.

He only waited for Ju Juping's arm to show signs of abnormality before it was time for him to hit the Cloud Eagle Return to score.

"Now is the time!"

Seeing Ju Juping's right hand tremble, a sharp glint flashed in Yiwu Shen Si's eyes, and his arm immediately swung out in a slice.

Swish~

Cloud Eagle Return!

The golden crescent appeared on the court again, but before the tennis ball could fall, Yiwu Shen Si's pupils constricted.

Shoo!

Ju Juping suddenly leaned forward, his center of gravity sinking, and with a sway of his body, he arrived at the net.

At this moment, the tennis ball had just landed and was spinning violently against the ground.

Dust kicked up from the ground.

Whoosh—

The yellow ball shadow bounced up fiercely, but a black racket blocked it halfway.

"After watching it a few times, no matter what, I should have remembered the ball's path!"

The moment he struck the ball, a fierce light flashed in Ju Juping's eyes; the intense spin was overwhelmed by his wild power.

A little eagle flying in the sky is indeed helpless, but now that it's been caught by a lion, you still want to run?!

Boom!

A yellow beam instantly pierced through the court, exploding beside Yiwu Shen Si's feet.

"He used a Super Half-Intercept to return Shen Si's Cloud Eagle Return!" Shenwei Ming exclaimed immediately.

"30-40!"

"40-40!"

"Game, Ju Juping, 1-0!"

"Worthy of being called the Twin Heroes of Kyushu, Ju Juping is indeed very powerful..."

Yiwu Shen Si's gaze trembled slightly; although he had long anticipated that the Cloud Eagle Return would be cracked, this moment had come too quickly.

However, he wouldn't admit defeat so easily; he had to reorganize his offense!

Boom!

Yiwu Shen Si held his racket horizontally, slicing from top to bottom, launching the temporary paralysis!

If the Cloud Eagle Return was his spear of offense, then the temporary paralysis style, which used slices to dissipate force and deploy alternating spins, was his shield of defense.

"Too naive!"

Ju Juping's voice suddenly rang in his ear; the hair on Yiwu Shen Si's back stood on end instantly, as if he had been targeted by a lion!

Boom!

Like magma erupting from a volcano, Ju Juping's tennis ball radiated an explosive aura, violently destroying everything in its path.

"So heavy!"

His racket was hit head-on; before he could even use his force-dissipation technique, that cannonball-like power had already exploded on the racket face.

"Game, Ju Juping, 2-0!"

Really... so strong...

Is this the true strength of a national-level player...

Yiwu Shen Si's entire heart was trembling!

From Ju Juping, he once again experienced that sense of powerlessness.

Boom!

"Game, Ju Juping, 3-0!"

Sweat the size of beans flowed down his forehead; in less than ten minutes, Yiwu Shen Si had already lost three consecutive games.

"Absolutely no dead angles."

No matter from which angle, no matter what technique he used, the opponent could always unleash an incredibly violent attack, completely unaware of what defense was!

His tennis had been completely torn to shreds by someone—

Before the match, Yiwu Shen Si had been eagerly looking forward to competing against a national-level player.

But in just ten minutes, his burning heart could not withstand the coldness and ruthlessness of this reality.

"Is this the limit I can touch?"

Boom!

The tennis ball exploded beside his feet like a cannonball.

"Game, Ju Juping, 4-0!"

Boom!

"Game, Ju Juping, 5-0!"

Thanks to Bai Ri Xiao Xin for the 3000-point tip.

I've had a cold for the past two days, so a massive update is truly impossible; I kneel and apologize for the two chapters!