"If you can't hold the racket, you have no chance of winning, Jingguang..."

Yukimura Seiichi spoke softly with a serious expression, his hands tightly gripping the railing until they turned white and painful, without him realizing it.

It was the careful Yanagi Renji who noticed it and reminded him of it.

On the court, after a short rest and constant massaging of his own acupoints during the break, Jingguang's right hand finally regained some sensation.

Now it seems that the only move that can stop the opponent's intimidation is that, right?

Standing at the bottom line again, he took a deep breath, stared at Kijujiro closely, then closed his eyes and slowly raised his left hand in front of him.

Kijujiro's originally relaxed expression suddenly darkened.

And Irie Kanata's pupils shrank, and his expression changed visibly! !

That posture, that momentum, that pressure?

Is it him? !

How could that be?

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Jing Guang was planning something big.

then,

Everyone held their breath involuntarily, looking at the young man on the field who closed his eyes and stood still like a pine tree even though he was sweating profusely.

Even though my left wrist was red and swollen, my right wrist was only slightly better than my left.

Jingguang slowly loosened his slightly trembling fingertips.

Then, he opened his eyes and swung his right hand violently!

The tennis ball flashed brightly.

Then, with a breath of destruction, he rushed towards Onijujiro.

Kijujiro stood there with a serious expression, ready for battle. Facing the familiar and disgusting tennis ball that was emitting a destructive aura with overwhelming force, he took a deep breath, bent his knees slightly into a horse stance, and then swung the racket fiercely with his left hand in front and his right hand behind, hitting the silver-glowing ball with great force and accuracy! !

The tennis ball and the racket strings made a hideous friction sound, and a strong wind blew around, almost making it impossible to open your eyes.

There was only a loud bang, followed by a violent explosion.

A large amount of smoke and dust was splashed around Onijūjiro and Kagemitsu.

In the billowing dust, Jing Guang's body shook slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to fall down.

He tried hard to stay awake.

"Little devil."

Before the dust had settled, the deep voice of Kijujiro could be heard. His voice was cold and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry. Everyone only heard him ask, "Who did you learn this move from? Was it a blond man?"

Jing Guang nodded slightly, but for him now, even nodding seemed a little difficult.

"Um."

The dust settled and Irie Kanata had already gained control of his expression.

As Kijujiro looked at the boy whose face turned pale but still stood like a pine tree, a complex expression flashed in his eyes.

I didn’t expect that this young man was actually related to that guy.

And it seems that the relationship is not shallow.

"Look, the tennis ball... has landed on the opposite court!"

"Besides, that guy's strings broke!!"

Mukaito cheered, "Great, Jingguang got the ball~"

"But...but can he continue?"

Houchotaro said worriedly.

"......"

Atobe Keigo stepped forward and was about to persuade Keimitsu, "Oh, Keimitsu, it's almost ready..."

The oni Jujiro on the opposite side suddenly laughed out loud, "Haha...hahaha...hahaha~"

His laughter grew wilder.

"This game really opened my eyes. Boy, you are pretty good. You actually caught his eye."

Interesting, really interesting.

That guy actually has such a promising junior?

I really didn't expect this.

"But even though you broke my racket, you don't have any strength left, right?"

He looked at the surveillance camera on the side of the court, "Coach?"

Do you want to continue the competition?

He knew better than anyone that there would be nothing useful to learn from the next game. If the kid on the opposite side continued to act tough, the coach would be the one with a headache.