Chapter 75: Atobe's Crushing Defeat

On the court.

Atobe treated Takahashi's advice as Wind, still competing with full fighting spirit.

Going to return every ball.

……

"Bang!"

……

"Bang!"

The little yellow ball shot through the air at high speed, coming with great momentum.

Yet Atobe, who had hit this shot, discovered to his surprise.

Takahashi was actually standing still in place.

The tennis ball clearly flew past him, heading straight toward the area behind him.

Could he have given up?

That shouldn't be!

With Takahashi's level, he could completely return this ball.

"Thud!"

Just by listening to the sound of the tennis ball landing, one could imagine how much power was on the ball.

"30-0!"

"Point for Takahashi!"

Listening to Oshitari's voice, Atobe felt very surprised.

Looking closely, he was shocked to discover.

That ball just now.

Had actually landed out of bounds.

How could it have gone out?

He had clearly aimed it toward the baseline.

Atobe was still very confident in his ball control.

"Too late!"

Takahashi said indifferently.

Atobe looked at Takahashi in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

However, his wariness of Takahashi deepened once again.

Was it because he saw the tennis ball would go out of bounds that he didn't make any move?

Damn it!

……

"Bang!"

……

"Bang!"

"40-0!"

Another ball out of bounds.

……

"Bang!"

"2-0!"

"Point for Takahashi!"

The tennis ball hit the net and did not cross over.

Frequent errors made Atobe feel that something was wrong.

The third game was Atobe's Serve game.

"Bang!"

The tennis ball flew crookedly in mid-air.

It had no spin, and its speed and power were also a mess.

"Bang!"

Takahashi raised his hand and gave a light swing.

"0-15!"

"Point for Takahashi!"

……

"Bang!"

Serve fault.

"0-30!"

"Point for Takahashi!"

……

"Bang!"

Serve fault again.

"0-40!"

"Point for Takahashi!"

At this point, not only Atobe himself, but even Mukahi on the sidelines and Oshitari sitting in the umpire's chair felt that something was wrong.

Atobe's strength seemed to have suddenly regressed, regressed to that of a novice who had just started.

He couldn't even manage the most basic valid Serve.

"What is going on?"

Atobe's face turned completely Shadow, and he asked Takahashi.

Hearing Atobe's question, Oshitari and Mukahi both realized that this was the Oni Takahashi was playing, and they both turned their gazes toward Takahashi.

Takahashi's expression was relaxed and at ease; he casually rested his tennis racket on his shoulder and said, "Didn't I tell you just now not to return the ball?"

"What?"

Atobe asked loudly.

Takahashi replied in the same unhurried manner: "You felt it, didn't you!"

"The feeling of holding the tennis racket."

Atobe lowered his head, his eyes staring fixedly at the tennis racket in his hand.

"You have already lost your sense of touch!"

The faint words drifted over.

All around, there was silence.

A deathly stillness.

Mukahi couldn't believe his own ears.

What was Takahashi saying?

Lost his sense of touch.

How could that be possible?

Mukahi was just about to open his mouth to refute loudly and tell Takahashi not to alarm everyone with groundless talk.

But he suddenly noticed.

Atobe was staring blankly at his own hands.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

"Do you still want to continue the match?"

"If you continue any further, your sense of sight, hearing, smell, and pain will all be lost one by one."

Takahashi's faint voice rang out.

"Bang!"

"3-0!"

"Point for Takahashi!"

The match continued; Atobe did not believe Takahashi's Oni talk.

He was the master of his own body.

Losing one's sense of touch—how could such a thing exist?

How could one lose their sense of touch just by playing tennis?

Takahashi must be alarmist.

"Bang!"

"15-0!"

"Bang!"

"30-0!"

Takahashi also hadn't expected Atobe's obsession with victory to be so deep.

Even at this point, he still wouldn't give up.

He looked at Atobe's hollow, lightless eyes.

He understood that Atobe had likely already lost his sense of sight.

Since that was the case, then let's finish the match!

An opponent who does not give up and persists to the end.

Is worthy of respect!

"Bang!"

"4-0!"

"Bang!"

"5-0!"

"Bang!"

"6-0!"

"Match over, Takahashi wins!"

After Oshitari announced the victory, he immediately ran onto the court.

Because ever since just a moment ago, Atobe's state had been very wrong.

He stood blankly in the middle of the court, gripping his tennis racket.

Standing in place, not moving at all.

Letting the tennis ball fly past him.

"Atobe, how do you feel?"

Mukahi, who was on the side, also ran anxiously to Atobe's side and asked.

However.

Atobe still stood in place, without any movement.

"The match is over."

Oshitari spoke up.

He believed that the arrogant Atobe could not accept the fact that he had lost and was deeply devastated.

"He cannot hear you speaking right now."

Takahashi's calm voice rang out in the ears of both Mukahi and Oshitari.

"What? What exactly did you do to him?"

Mukahi's emotions became agitated.

"I already said, do not return my tennis balls at will, otherwise you will lose your Five Senses."

Takahashi continued.

Mukahi and Oshitari were both startled, their pupils shrinking violently.

When Takahashi said this just now, they hadn't taken it to heart at all.

To lose one's sense of touch, sight, and hearing just from playing a game of tennis—wasn't that a joke?

Idiotic ravings!

If playing a game of tennis could have such an effect, then the number of disabled people in the world would multiply several times over.

Therefore, the two of them thought Takahashi was just spouting nonsense and talking gibberish again, just like the "Heaven-Shocking Ball" written on the sign on the other court.

However, looking at Atobe's state now.

They had no choice but to believe Takahashi's words.

Even though this was something they had never heard of or seen before, and they felt it was exceptionally absurd.

But such a magical reality was placed right before them.

They could not help but believe it.

Oshitari was the first to react, asking Takahashi: "Then what should we do?"

"Should we send him to the hospital?"

While packing up his backpack, Takahashi said: "Don't be nervous!"

"He will be fine after resting for a while!"

"With Atobe's powerful mental will, I estimate that in less than 15 minutes, he will be able to break free from this state."

Hearing the perpetrator say that Atobe would be fine after resting for a while, both Oshitari and Mukahi put down their hanging hearts.

No longer worried about Atobe, Oshitari focused his attention on Takahashi.

He asked Takahashi: "How did you do it?"

Takahashi smiled and said: "Prying into someone else's ultimate move like this, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Oshitari immediately fell silent.

Indeed, the relationship between the other party and them was not exactly friendly.

Moreover, for a tennis player, the principles behind their own ultimate moves are highly confidential information that cannot be casually revealed to others.

Even one's own teammates cannot be told casually, let alone an ordinary person with whom the relationship is not very good.

The question he had just asked was too abrupt.

Watching Oshitari suddenly fall silent, Takahashi smiled mysteriously and said: "I did give him a hint."

"Next time, remember to listen to advice! Don't be stubborn!"