Chapter 84: The King's Fall
"Hey... Uesugi, Atobe, did you see that? The tennis player on the other side is really good!"
Without any awareness of the fact that his racket had been knocked down, Jiro Akutagawa still shouted excitedly to the Hyotei players in the backcourt, just like a playful child who saw his favorite toy.
"Ji Lang has also become serious..."
Oshitari pushed up his glasses and smiled. They hadn't seen Jiro like this for a long time.
"That guy is still so carefree, isn't he, Atobe?" Xianghi said to his captain with a smile on his face. Akutagawa Jiro would instantly become excited when he encountered a new style of play that he had never seen before.
"That's right~"
Atobe nodded helplessly, but the slightly curved corners of his mouth showed his confidence in Akutagawa Jiro.
"Ji Lang, let's have a happy fight~"
Shang Shanyou smiled and called out to Jilang who waved at them.
Jiro Akutagawa is not bad in talent, and his wrist flexibility is almost comparable to that of tennis master Peter Sampras. Unfortunately, this unknown narcolepsy, even though Atobe took him to a special examination, could not be cured for the time being.
"Okay, I'm going to continue~"
Akutagawa Jiro chuckled and looked at Menxie Wu across from him with excitement.
Men Xiewu suddenly felt a vein on his forehead jump, and he suddenly felt that his "intimidation" had no effect at all on the boy opposite him.
"Menxie, what the hell are you doing? Keep going." Outside the field, Matsumoto Shin'o growled.
"Menxie is such an idiot. His attention is still being distracted by the other side at this moment."
Murata cursed in his heart. As expected, first-years are just first-years. The experience gap is too big.
Hearing the roar of his minister, Men Xiewu's body shook, and after taking a deep breath, he launched a fierce attack again.
boom!
"30-0"
…
boom!
"Game, Muzhiteng Academy Gate Xiewu, 1-0"
"Exchange venues."
Under Menkyogo's continuous quick attacks, Akutagawa Jiro quickly lost the first game.
"Haha... how about this? Now these bastards can't be so arrogant anymore, right?"
Seeing that Menkyogo easily won the game, Matsumoto Shin'o swept his gaze over the position where Hyotei's main selection was, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
"It's my turn to attack~"
Akutagawa Jiro's eyes showed great interest, and he casually threw the tennis ball in his hand upwards.
boom!
The arm stretched slightly, the racket swung, it was just a standard ordinary serve.
But at the moment of serving, Akutagawa Jiro ran towards the net with a serious expression.
"Eh... a very ordinary serve. Hmm... want to serve and volley?"
Seeing Akutagawa Jiro's actions, Menkyogo snorted coldly in his heart.
As he glanced around, he pulled the tennis ball back after it landed and hit it directly towards Jiro's backhand baseline.
"Hey, I got it~"
Just when Menkyogo thought he had succeeded, Akutagawa Jiro, who rushed to the net, tiptoed, turned his body slightly, and used his soft wrist to flip the racket in his hand at an exaggerated angle.
Snap…
The tennis ball that had just flown over the net was gently cushioned by the racket in his hand.
The tennis ball passed over the net in a very low arc, bounced lightly, and then rolled out of bounds.
"Hyotei Academy Akutagawa Jiro scores, the score is 15-0."
"Great~"
Akutagawa Jiro ignored the surprise of the people outside the venue and let out a soft cry.
"This guy……"
Men Xiewu straightened the hat on his head and his expression became very serious.
boom!
Akutagawa Jiro teed off again. As always, after the tennis ball was hit, he ran towards the tennis ball without stopping.
"Another serve and volley!" A flash of vigilance appeared in Men Xiewu's eyes.
"I won't let you pass so easily this time."
"watch out!"
With a low shout, he hit the light yellow tennis ball at a tricky angle towards Akutagawa Jiro's feet.
"The guy on the other side is pretty good. At least he can find loopholes in this serve-and-volley tactic."
Oshitari praised with a smile, saying that compared to most of the contestants, the eyesight of the first-year student Makino Teng was not bad.
"Yes, it's a pity that he met Jilang."
Atobe took over the topic, his tone full of confidence in Jiro's ability to solve this loophole.
Generally speaking, serving and quickly reaching the net can have a strong offensive and suppressive effect, but this tactic also has a common flaw.
When the receiver can hit the serve to the net player's feet, the power of the attack is greatly reduced. The offensive rhythm may even be interrupted by the ball pressing at the feet, and the player may fall into a passive position.
“Ouch~”
Facing the ball coming towards Men Xiewu's feet, Jiro was startled at first, then his two feet rubbed against each other, as if he was about to fall, and the racket in his hand tapped lightly with the pace of his feet.
Bang~
There was a crisp sound between the tennis ball and the racket.
Da da da……
Almost brushing the net, the tennis ball once again dangerously fell in front of Men Xiewu's net.
"30-0"
"Um?!"
Men Xiewu's eyes widened as he stared at Akutagawa Jiro, who was about to fall and whose racket had dropped to the ground. Only one thought echoed in his mind: "This guy's luck is too good!"
However, the situation was completely out of his control afterwards. It seemed that the lucky guy from Hyotei on the opposite side could intercept his tennis ball in front of the net every time and then hit it to a place beyond his expectations.
boom!
"40-0"
…
boom!
"Game, Hyotei Academy Akutagawa Jiro, 1-1."
…
boom!
"Game, Hyotei Academy Akutagawa Jiro, 2-1."
…
"It seems that Jilang has already controlled the rhythm."
Seeing that the rhythm of the game on the field was already being guided by Jiro Akutagawa, Oshitari couldn't help but nodded and said.
With his extremely flexible wrist, Jiro Akutagawa can make many difficult volleys at the net. Moreover, this wrist talent can restrain power-type players to a certain extent.
"This match won't last much longer, Oshitari, Hiashi, go warm up..."
Atobe nodded slightly. Anyone with a good eye could see that if the first-year student Makuhito didn't have any new tricks, then the game was basically over.
Oshitari and Mukai looked at each other and smiled. When they heard how Atobe arranged the order of appearance, they probably guessed in their hearts that Atobe wanted to give the former king a 3-0.
After all, in terms of doubles strength, he and Xiang Ri have now surpassed two third-year seniors.
Fifteen minutes later.
boom!
Akutagawa Jiro gently turned his wrist, cleverly resolving Menkyogo's "super tennis ball", and then made a tricky backhand cut.
The tennis ball passed through Men Xiewu's midfield at an extremely fast speed.
"Game, Hyotei Academy Akutagawa Jiro, 6-2."
"The game is over. Hyotei Academy's Jiro Akutagawa wins with a total score of 1-0."
Huh…Huh…
Looking at the boy who was getting confused again, Men Xiewu was very helpless while breathing heavily. His super tennis ball was basically no threat to the opponent.
Then he looked at Minister Matsudaira in the coaching booth outside the field, and his heart trembled.
…
The game continued soon.
The match of doubles number two also surprised everyone.
Under the fierce bombardment of Oshitari and Mukai, the so-called strongest doubles team in Maku no Teng was completely unable to fight back.
In just over ten minutes, Oshitari and Hiashi ended the game with a clean 6-1 victory.
"Minister, I'm sorry, we lost."
Murata Heichang and Tenjin Kosuke's faces turned pale. They were the two top doubles players in Kansai and were defeated miserably by two first-year students.
"Go down!"
With a wave of his hand, Matsudaira Shin'ao asked the two men to leave with a grim look on his face.
Although he was cursing in his heart, he knew that they had indeed completely underestimated this new generation of Kanto champion.
"They are all first-year students, how can they be so strong?!"
Matsudaira Shin'ao roared in his heart. Compared to the fierce battle in the Kansai finals, their Makuzhiteng was forced to this point in the second round.
"Next, the singles match for number two will begin."
"Yuu Uesugi from Hyotei Academy versus Junichi Sasabe from Makinoto Academy."
Without giving Muzhiteng Academy any more breathing space, the broadcast announced the final judgment on Muzhiteng. Would it be a 3-0 elimination in the first round, or a comeback from the desperate situation?
“Haha… This unworthy king will end his life in my hands.”
Looking at Mu Zhiteng whose morale had plummeted, Shang Shanyou took off his coat and walked into the stadium with his head held high.
"Gurgle~"
Sasabe swallowed quietly, he had only felt the terrifying aura from the other side from their Big Three last year.
"The match begins . Hyotei Academy Uesugi Yuu serves. The game ends."
Snap…Snap…
Shangshan You gently pressed the tennis ball to the ground twice, then threw it casually. He stretched his sturdy arms slightly, and then swung it down like a thunderbolt.
boom!
With a sharp whistling sound, the tennis ball passed by Sasabe's feet like a bolt of lightning.
"15-0"
boom!
"30-0"
…
One ball, two balls...
Four simple and direct ace shots made everyone outside the court stare with wide eyes.
"Is this the Ice Emperor?"
…
The schools that came to observe the enemy once again raised the threat level of Hyotei. After all, seeing is believing. Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you understand the power of Hyotei.
As for Sasabe, he only felt the domineering aura rushing towards him wave after wave. Not only could he not see the tennis ball clearly, but even if he wanted to fight back he had to withstand tremendous pressure.
Although his strength was not bad, he had completely lost the desire to fight.
Just ten minutes.
boom!
With the last smash, Uesugi Yu ended this boring game.
"Game, Hyotei Academy Uesugi Yuu, 6-0."
"The game is over. Hyotei Academy won with a total score of 3-0."
Everyone in Muzhiteng shook hands with Bingdi.
The leader, Matsudaira Shin'ao, looked a little dazed and lonely. He didn't expect that they would lose so completely.
Thinking of the heroic performance of the seniors last year, they...
Then, everyone from Muzhiteng left the stadium with heavy steps like an elderly man.
For them, their journey has ended, and the previous declaration of three consecutive championships is like a joke and can only become a topic of conversation for other schools.
As arrogant as he was when he came, as lonely as he is now leaving.
This king is already old.
