"30-30."
Akutsu held his knee in pain, his body shaking from the severe pain.
His body was gradually becoming familiar with the knuckle serve.
But the opponent is very good at cutting off the original and seizing opportunities.
Use smashes directly to hurt Akutsu's body and affect his performance.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. Are you okay?" Kirihara looked down at Akutsu and said words of apology, but his tone was full of provocation.
In official competitions, intentional infliction of bodily harm is not permitted.
Therefore, every time Kirihara hurts someone, he would show an apologetic expression and tone, which made it difficult for the referee to directly penalize him.
This good habit eventually continued into daily competitions.
certainly.
Kirihara wouldn't dare to harm members of his own Rikkai University during the competition.
"You bastard." Akutsu looked at the demonized Kirihara angrily.
If it were in the past, the racket in his hand might have been thrown out, teaching Qi Yuan a lesson.
But Akutsu now is no longer the same person he was before.
Compared with the simple destruction in the past, he wanted to destroy the opponent from the inside out.
What Kirihara did awakened the dormant violence in his body.
“Hahahahahaha.” Akutsu laughed instead of getting angry: “Interesting, very funny!”
He staggered to his feet, grabbed his racket, returned to his position, and waited for his serve.
"Bang." The tennis ball spun, but this time it was a normal serve.
"Bang." Akutsu swung the racket to hit it back, and his knees turned while swinging the racket.
In Kirihara's eyes, Akutsu's body suddenly froze when his knees turned, revealing a painful expression.
Although the return was successful, the quality of the shot was not high.
"What's wrong? Why did your counterattack become so weak?" Kirihara's tone became more and more arrogant, and when he saw the pause when Akutsu's body moved, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
His knee has been bruised and he cannot exert his full strength. This is the opportunity to destroy him.
"Bang!" Kirihara grinned, took three steps towards the ball, stepped on the ground with his right foot, exerted force on his ankle, twisted his body, held the racket diagonally in front of him, and hit the ball to the other half of the court where Akutsu was with a backhand shot.
"Damn it!" Akutsu ran hard, and when his right foot stepped hard on the ground, Kirihara saw Akutsu's body become stagnant again.
Apparently, the pain in his knee was affecting his posture.
"Bang." Facing the tennis ball that was flying towards him again, which was also a little high, Kirihara showed a grim smile, stood on tiptoe, and swung the racket with a whistling sound. The tennis ball immediately went towards Akutsu's left knee like a cannonball.
His red pupils were filled with excitement and joy, as if he had already seen the scene of Akutsu being completely destroyed.
However, to his surprise, Akutsu had predicted his return at the moment of returning the ball, exerted force with his right ankle, quickly leaped to the left, took a step back with his right foot, turned sideways, bent his left knee, and stretched his right hand behind his back, just like a cheetah ready to run, full of streamlined beauty.
"Wow." He swung the racket violently with his right hand and exerted force from his waist and abdomen. The force of this ball was incredibly strong.
"Bang!!" The tennis ball hit Kirihara in the face who was still grinning. Kirihara's nose bled and he screamed in pain, and his body fell backwards.
"Gu~Gah." Kirihara's face was covered with blood and he looked extremely embarrassed. He made a sound from his mouth that was not sure whether it was anger or pain.
He doesn't understand.
Why can Akutsu's knees still support his body to make such large movements.
"Hey, do you really think I was hurt by your ball?" Akutsu's arrogant voice sounded.
Kirihara raised his head, and through his blurry vision he saw Akutsu's disdainful look, and he even twisted his knees.
"This guy's knees were hit by two balls, how come he looks fine?" The regular players of Rikkai University who were watching the game were shocked.
"Is he a monster?" Yanagi Renji's eyes were shocked.
He has documented numerous talented players.
But there has never been a person as difficult to understand as Akutsu.
"His body is like a cat, soft enough to absorb most impacts while having explosive power. He is a natural tennis player. He may not be as good as us now, but it is only a matter of time before he catches up with us." Yanagi Renji said solemnly.
There is a threshold from Kanto level to national level.
But now, Akutsu is not far from crossing this threshold.
"Hey, you, you're not afraid of death when playing violent tennis with me." Akutsu carried the racket and looked down at Kirihara.
"It's 40-30 now. One more goal and I'll win the game."
"Don't worry, I will play slowly until I kill you."
That disdainful look continued to hurt Kirihara's self-esteem.
"Bastard! I'm going to kill you! I must kill you!" Kirihara roared and wiped the blood off his face.
"Knuckle serve!" Kirihara's fingers were almost embedded in the tennis ball, veins on his arms bulged, and he threw the tennis ball up suddenly.
As the racket was slammed down, the slightly deformed and yet-to-recover tennis ball created a stream of air in the air and flew towards Akutsu, bouncing irregularly when it landed. This time its target was Akutsu's right calf.
"I've already said it, this serve has absolutely no effect on me!" Akutsu grinned, pulled up his right hand, and slightly pressed down the racket to create an arc, hitting the tennis ball accurately.
"Bang." This time, the ball hit Kirihara's face again.
"Game, 2-0, Akutsu is leading."
Although Kirihara, who is completely out of control, has made great progress in his fifth dimension, his negative emotions also affect his judgment.
After being hit by the ball, Kirihara lay on the ground and did not get up for a long time.
Akutsu slowly walked to Kirihara's half, his eyes defiant: "Boy, go to your half."
Kirihara took away his right hand that was blocking his face, and his scarlet pupils were filled with madness.
He stood up silently and walked towards his own half of the court. From an angle where no one could see, he licked his lips with his scarlet tongue and revealed a perverted smile.
"Hmm? Kamishiro?" At this time, Akutsu also saw Kamishiro Ai watching the game at the back of Kirihara halftime, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Are you here to see how I torture him, Kamishiro?"
"Has the game started?" At this time, a noisy sound was heard outside the tennis court, and then all the members of Fudomine opened the door and walked in.
"This place is really hard to find, where's Akutsu?"
"Eh, are they already playing? 2-0, Akutsu won't be falling behind, right?"
"Wow, why is that guy on the opposite side so bloody!"
"The minister is here too!" The noisy voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Fudomine..." Sanada's eyes were solemn.
Akutsu's performance has made him realize that Fudomine might not be an easy target to deal with.
"Buyer?" From the discussions on the sidelines, Kirihara learned the identity of Kamishiro Lan who was watching the game behind him.
"Hey, get ready quickly, I'm fed up with it." Akutsu's taunting voice sounded again.
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