Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Court No. 1 in Area A.

The noisy wind gradually blew.

Under the scorching sun, the earth is scorching hot and the air is scorching hot.

However, on the court, there was a hint of coldness flickering for some reason.

"Finally, we meet on the court again."

"Yes, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

After the pre-match ceremony, everyone from the two teams walked off the field together under the instructions of the referee.

Kitagawa Sora and Atobe Keigo, who were at the front of the team and led the team, looked ahead and spoke leisurely.

"This time, victory will belong to the Ice Emperor!"

"Qingxue's progress will not stop here."

You said something, and I said something. Both sides showed no politeness at all, and expressed their determination to win to each other.

With a strong momentum, he will not be left behind.

Thinking back to that year and today, the ambition after conquering the Ice King, the glory of victory in the regional qualifiers, and that... the turning point in the metropolitan competition finals...

The king who thought he was unmatched in his life suffered a complete defeat that day.

The Ice Emperor, who personally led the team, also suffered a tragic defeat. He lost the victory in the final, his arrogant and condescending attitude, and the courage to climb to the top.

A tragic failure that had never been encountered before brought about a transformation for Atobe and a baptism for Hyokui.

And now.

After growing up, Atobe, with Hyokui who had found his former goal, once again stood in front of Seigaku and in front of Kitagawa Sora.

This time, they will challenge Kitagawa Sora and Qingxue with a challenger mentality and identity.

They will bear the burden of the final of the metropolitan competition and regain the glory of victory from Qingxue.

This time, they will regain victory, and then lead their supreme troops to attack the Supreme Throne.

Da~Dang!

!

In an instant, Atobe led everyone to the sidelines. Under the gaze of countless spectators, he pointed one finger to the sky and snapped his fingers, causing the whole place to fall into silence.

ever!

With Atobe looking up coldly, many Hyokui supporters received his message.

In the sudden surge of excitement and excitement, a sudden burst of support rose up in joy.

"Ice Emperor! Ice Emperor! Ice Emperor!"

"Victory belongs to Atobe! Victory belongs to Atobe! Victory belongs to Atobe!"

"Glory belongs to the Ice Emperor! Glory belongs to the Ice Emperor! Glory belongs to the Ice Emperor!"

…

Amidst the sudden surge of cheers, the atmosphere of the entire stadium suddenly changed, and Ice King's momentum gradually began to grow.

After taking a deep look at Kitagawa Sora, the cold-faced Atobe led a group of friends, turned around and walked back to the waiting area.

"It seems that today's Ice Emperor came with determination."

Without changing his expression, Kitagawa Sora commented leisurely, ignoring the noisy shouts of the audience in the stands.

"Probably because I want to wash away the shame of the complete defeat."

Beside Kitagawa Sora, Tezuka, who was scanning the surroundings, also responded with an "unchanging expression" in his analysis.

On the iceberg poker face, something exactly like Kitagawa Sora appeared.

--confidence!

Confidence in one's own strength, confidence in the reunion match, and confidence in youth learning.

"Haha~"

As he smiled leisurely, Kitagawa Sora's eyes swept across.

Tezuka, Fuji, Oishi, Kikumaru, Inui Sadaharu, Kawamura Takashi, Sakamoto Kumagai...

After meeting everyone's eyes one by one, Beichuan spoke emptyly.

"Then I guess I'll have to disappoint them again~~~"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but smile.

If Hyokui is determined to take revenge, then Qinghak is holding on to absolute self-confidence and the determination to run towards the supreme throne on the top of the mountain.

No one can stop Qingxue from reaching the top.

The former Makinofuji Middle School, which held the top position in the country for two consecutive years, cannot do it, and neither does the Shishiraku Middle School, which dominates the land of Kyushu.

Ice Emperor, the same cannot be done!

"Qingxue!"

"Must win!"

…

In an instant, everyone in Qingxue smiled.

On the stands, the young students who had been suppressed by the sudden attack of the Ice Emperors finally let out their voices under the chorus of shouts.

A show of support for Qingxue immediately made everyone in Qingxue smile knowingly.

The championship will definitely belong to Qingxue!

Amid the anticipation of countless viewers, the reunion battle between Qingxue and Hyokui officially begins.

…

"Everyone~~~"

"Next, we will proceed to the semi-finals of this national competition."

"Now, let's play the first, third singles match."

"Youth Academy, Sora Kitagawa."

"Hyotei Academy, Atobe Keigo."

"Invite both players to come forward."

After some warm-up preparations completed in advance, the whistle was blown for the third singles match at the call of the referee.

What shocked countless spectators was that the first match was actually a contest between the strongest players on both sides.

Kitagawa Sora vs Atobe Keigo.

Hua Hua Hua~~~

"How could..."

"What a coincidence, it started with a competition between the aces of both sides..."

"No coincidence at all!

!”

"This matchup should be something they all guessed."

"As the saying goes, the person who knows you best is not necessarily you, but your opponent."

"This was a tacit reunion, but neither of them chose to back down!

!”

The doubts and exclamations at the beginning, the sighs in the middle, and the firm analysis at the end all made every audience's emotions play a twist.

And in the end, the audience who understood what was going on understood and received the intentions of Sora Kitagawa and Keigo Atobe.

Under the increasingly intense gaze, he began to stare at the tennis court below.

…

tennis court.

Sideline.

Amid the rising cheers of support again, Atobe Keigo's face was condensed, and he stepped out amid the expectations and cheers of his teammates.

"Atobe!"

"Bring victory back!"

"Understood, coach!"

After having a deep look with Shintaro, Atobe turned around firmly.

The scene from yesterday still appears in my mind.

Summer afternoon.

In the luxurious and restrained office, full of aristocratic atmosphere, Kantarou and Atobe Keigo were sitting opposite each other.

After handing a form to the table in front of Atobe, Kantarou turned around in his chair and looked out at the scenery outside the window.

"Atobe, what are your plans for tomorrow's game?"

Da~da~da~~~

His fingers tapped on the table, and Haobu's deep gaze also moved towards the window.

"I'm going to...single three!"

"Are you sure?"

"OK! Three singles!"

Facing Kantarou's questioning again, Atobe Keigo once again expressed his firm choice.

Because based on Atobe’s understanding of Kitagawa Sora, he would definitely wait for him in the third singles match.

There is no reason, no reason, just a feeling of guidance, but Atobe is convinced.

The office fell into silence.

The two of them looked at the scenery outside the window together, and Atobe knew that Kantarou agreed with his choice and approved of his decision.

Although this choice actually had a counterproductive effect on the Ice King's victory.

Although this choice seems a bit arbitrary.

Although the Ice Emperor's victory itself is not high.

Although……

However, this is the support and trust a coach has for his disciples!

Finally, along with a ray of light, Kantarou's words of guidance slowly reached Atobe Keigo's ears.

"Atobe, take your own choice and go on unswervingly!"

And now.

Under Kantarou's gaze, Atobe Keigo stepped forward!

…

In front of the net.

Kitagawa Sora and Atobe Keigo stood across the net, looking at each other.

Childhood acquaintance, previous defeat, subsequent advice, and now reunion.

Just like fate's arrangement, a real showdown ushered in between the two.

Too many words are no longer necessary.

The previous words and the look in his eyes at this moment have already expressed his determination, the fire of fighting spirit, and the heart of fighting, just like this, they are placed in front of the other party.

"Pro or con!"

In the cold voice, Atobe Keigo held the tennis racket in his hand against the ground, making a twisting and spinning motion.

Kitagawa Sora, who also suppressed his smile and looked serious, said his choice in a calm voice.

"just!"

Brush~~~

The sound falls and the sound rises.

Under Keigo Atobe's twist and release, the tennis racket began to spin rapidly.

There was a snap, and in the sight of countless people, the tennis racket fell to the ground, with the letters on the handle facing down, and on the reverse side, Keigo Atobe's priority.

"bring it on!"

"A showdown!"

ever!

In an instant, the sight of each other caused a scream in the void.

…

Da~da~da~~~

The rhythmic sound of hitting the ball sounded in the left half.

Standing outside the baseline, Atobe's eyes filled with fighting spirit stared straight at Kitagawa Sora in the right half.

The strongest man on earth? The invincible devil? The outcome of the game? The probability of defeating Sora Kitagawa?

All of the above, Jibu Jingwu discarded them all.

He didn't know whether he could win this game, but he had to come to this game!

ever!

brush!

Concentrate your mind, calm your breath, and in an instant, the light and shadow will move.

The rhythmic sound of the ball suddenly disappeared, and the tennis ball was thrown upward.

The next moment, amidst the excitement of the entire audience, Keigo Atobe bent his knees and his whole body jumped into the air.

Peng!

With a loud explosion, the tennis ball, which looked like a meteor, had already galloped out and hit the right half of the service area.

Ball speed, power, spin, target placement, trajectory of the ball...

Watching the incoming ball and quickly analyzing it, Kitagawa Sora's steps flashed rapidly.

brush!

In a flash, Kitagawa Sora stepped directly outside the singles sideline, and the tennis racket held in his right hand was already swinging rapidly.

Power, burst!

Bang!

Hugh~~~

Amidst the screams of speed, a yellow stream of light appeared under Sora Kitagawa's shot, turned around, and headed towards the left half of the field.

A straight ball path, the trajectory hits Keigo Akino's left-hand corner of the baseline.

His precise control of the ball made Atobe's eyes flash.

At first glance, this ball has a high probability of going out of bounds, but if all factors are taken into consideration... it will be a overhead corner kick!

tread!

brush!

With a heavy step, the figure moved very quickly, and Atobe Keigo's speed was perfectly displayed at this moment.

Peng!

Stop, turn sideways, lead the shot, swing, and make a loud explosion.

It is a perfect batting swing, extremely smooth, like an oil painting, full of gorgeous artistic sense.

This is the gorgeous tennis style from Keigo Atobe.

The foundation of British tennis, the embellishment of its own style, and the blending and evolution of skills from all over the world have created a tennis called 'Atobe Keigo'.

The opposite is the tennis ball named "Kitagawa Sora".

Peng!

As fast as the wind, turning from stillness, but only in an instant.

A simple step-up swing, a clean sideways turn, seemingly ordinary movements, can actually produce incredible shots.

The perfect transformation of power can be said to be the ultimate state of transformation.

…

that's all.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire audience, on the tennis court, as Kitagawa Sora and Atobe Keigo galloped around, the two perfect tennis styles began to intertwine and collide.

Peng!

Bang!

peng!

Boom!

…

Once, twice, three times...

One round, two rounds, three rounds...

In the continuous sound of hitting the ball, in the first ball exchange, Kitagawa Sora and Atobe directly exchanged dozens of balls.

Wow~~~

"You're lying! How many balls are there?"

“The competition has just begun, it’s so intense!

!”

"It's so scary, this kind of confrontation!

!”

"Are these two people...really junior high school students like us?"

"Kuniichi!"

"By the way, this is the person who has played the most number of rounds with the Big Devil with one goal so far in the national competition, right?"

…

On the excited stands, the audience began to discuss and exchange ideas.

They all stared at the duel on the tennis court with their eyes widened, unwilling to let go of any second of the scene.

It wasn't until the ball came down that they could finally take a breather.

Peng!

Stop!

Under the sound of hitting the ball, the air broke through and screamed.

Kitagawa Sora's shot was originally a mid-court shot, but after it touched the top of the net, its trajectory changed.

An unexpected sideline ball caught Keigo Atobe, who was returning from the backcourt, unprepared.

"Score valid."

"0-15."

The ball that had been played for a long time finally came to an end. The referee reported the score as usual, with the server in front and the receiver in the back.

"Huh~~~"

He took a long breath and seemed to be pouring out the emotions that had been accumulated in his heart.

Atobe's eyes became brighter again and he looked directly at the figure on the opposite field.

And this time.

Looking at each other, Kitagawa Sora also made an outline of his mouth.

"Atobe, your way of greeting is still the same as before."

Atobe, who was born in British tennis and is good at endurance games, after meeting his favorite opponent, his favorite way to greet him is to have an endurance rally with the first ball.

Just like today's game, it's also like the game when we first met.

Brush~

With a twist of the hand, the tennis racket flew into the air and spun.

Under the gorgeous movements, Atobe responded proudly.

"Your tennis habits haven't changed either."

Sora Kitagawa's tennis habit is that after seeing everything about his opponent, he then destroys him, conquering his opponent from the inside out, and giving his opponent a heartfelt defeat.

After a conversation, both parties looked at each other and smiled.

Immediately, their eyes met each other, their eyes focused, and the fighting spirit surged, and the flames of war were raging.

After the one-goal greeting, it’s time for the real game!

…

Da~da~da~~~

After the rhythmic sound of hitting the ball, there was the flying tennis ball, the exclamations of countless spectators, the eyes of Sora Kitagawa, the sight of the tennis players on the sidelines tightening, and the shot that started straight back in the left half.

Keigo Atobe lowers his waist for a photo shoot.

Peng!

!

——Tannhäuser serves!

Stop!

!

The bent knees and lower body, the upper body driven by maximum angles and curves, and the strong wrists, supported by the strength of the whole body, are facing the tennis ball with a rapid cut from high to downwards.

And the final result was a powerful serve that flew to the right half with terrifying spin.

Boom~

Wow~

In an instant, the people outside the venue were excited.

“It’s that serve!

!”

“Keigo Atobe’s serving skills!

!”

“‘Tannhäuser serves’!

!”

"Just use the second ball!

!”

"Can Kitagawa Sora fight back?"

At this moment, I saw the appearance of ‘Tannhäuser Serve’.

Not only the audience, but also the tennis players from various schools in the front row stared at the tennis court for a moment, unwilling to miss the next scene.

Did Keigo Atobe win the first game with the 'Tannhäuser Serve', or did Kitagawa Sora successfully counterattack the 'Tannhäuser Serve' and complete the breakthrough move?

And the next moment, the answer will come out.

…

"Oh, 'Tannhäuser serves'~"

Watching the tennis ball coming in the wind, Kitagawa Sora watched closely and began to analyze the spin on the ball.

Amidst Atobe's "affectionate" gaze, Beichuan made a hollow voice and made bold words.

"Within two goals, I'll break you!"

tread!

The figure, as fast as the wind, took two steps forward and arrived at the point where the ball was predicted to fall.

The next second, the tennis ball came and bounced off the ground. Kitagawa Sora, who was already ready, swung his racket to meet the ball without hesitation.

Peng~

呲呲呲~~~

In an instant, there was the sound of the tennis racket head rubbing against the court ground, the bounce of the tennis ball falling to the ground, and the collision of the tennis ball and the racket on the ground.

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The multiple sounds merged together because of the short time, which was jarring and shocking.

However.

What makes people more concerned is the tennis ball that meets the tennis racket.

0.1s,0.2s,0.3s,0.4s……

Under Sora Kitagawa's precise control, the racket head was tilted forward at an angle, and the tennis ball was not knocked away immediately. Instead, it stayed for almost a second under Sora Kitagawa's drag force.

Peng~Xiu Sui~Peng~

The next second, with countless pairs of eyes widening in shock, the 'Tannhäuser Serve', which was about to start sliding on the ground after landing, was directly picked up by Kitagawa Sora.

After a soft sound, it turned back and flew erratically, hitting the net.

The slight sound, the slightly swaying net, and the breeze that rises at the right time to suit the occasion, are so exciting that everyone's hearts tremble.

"The first goal was actually right!

!”

"Tannhäuser's serve... was scooped up..."

"When we had an exchange match with the country m representative team, I remembered the vice-captain of the country m team named 'Rocky Melody', but it took me a long time to get the 'Tannhäuser Serve' out, but now..."

After some exclamation, everyone came back to their senses.

Looking at Kitagawa Sora on the tennis court, he couldn't help but feel normal. After all, this was their most powerful demon king on the surface!

At this moment, the atmosphere in Court No. 1 was strange.

Some cheered for Atobe's goal, but most of them were still concerned and worried.

Kitagawa Sora's bold statement before hitting the ball, that he defeated the "Tannhäuser serve" with two balls, does not seem to be nonsense.

Now that the first ball is like this, then the next ball...

…

"Huh~"

After taking a deep breath, between opening and closing, Atobu's eyes suddenly became clear, and they were still so serious and solemn.

Atobe was already mentally prepared for the situation where the 'Tannhäuser Serve' was breached before the game.

He knows better than anyone how powerful Kitagawa Sora is.

In his opinion, no matter how much you think about and prepare for the match with Sora Kitagawa, it is not an exaggeration.

After all, this man is really strong!

"Beichuan!"

Therefore, at this moment, Atobe did not pay too much attention or entanglement, but focused on the entire competition.

ever!

"bring it on!"

"Tannhäuser serves, show me the break!"

While concentrating and calming down, he lowered his waist as Aibe threw the ball, and with a powerful cutting swing, the 'Tannhäuser Serve', spinning in the wind, was hit again.

Peng~呲!

!

Hugh~~~

Breaking the sky, screaming.

The birth of football skills, in addition to scoring, is to be cracked by opponents.

And if it is cracked, it cannot be shot, as long as you can get points, it will be fine.

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