"boom!!"
"This round is won by Tatekai Omori!"
"score."
"4-1!!"
Everyone in Higa who was still cheering for Bokute at the beginning has turned off their fire.
During the confrontation between Kute and Maori, they deeply realized the huge gap between them and their opponents.
"Snapped!"
Facing the tennis ball that landed on the ground, Mu Shou once again made a big hit.
The ball draws a flexible curve in the air like a snake, which looks very beautiful.
"boom!"
But on that unimpeded track, Maori had been waiting in front with his racket in hand for a long time, and hit back.
"drink!"
The ball fell straight towards the diagonal like a shooting star.
But the wooden hand suddenly appeared at the spot where the ball landed and swung the racket.
"it's useless"
"In a long tug of war."
"No matter what, you can't beat Maori."
Niou looked at Mu Shu's constant struggle and snickered.
The Shuchi Technique indeed gave Kokuto the speed of teleportation. No matter where the ball was, he could rush to catch it.
But this alone is not enough.
Because if you just defend, you can't defeat Mori at all.
The previous loss of points has proven this.
"drink!"
"ha!"
"ah!!"
Every ball takes an extremely long time before scoring. From being able to play back and forth at the beginning, to the current one-sided defense, Mu Shou has fallen into a state of decline.
"Clang!"
"15-0!!"
Finally, on a return shot, the wooden hand failed to hold the racket, resulting in a loss of points.
"Eishiro"
Looking at the wooden hand that continued to hold the racket even though its arm was shaking, Ping Guchang felt very uncomfortable.
"Obviously I can't even hold the racket anymore."
"What's the point of continuing to fight like this?"
Tian Renzhi stared at the sweaty wooden hands, wondering why he persisted.
Any move in his hand will be blocked and counterattacked by Mori.
The defense could only delay for a while, and finally lost points due to exhaustion.
He had only played five rounds, but Mu Shou's physical strength was already at its lowest.
He and Mauli spent a lot of time facing off every time they scored.
And now, almost half an hour has passed, and the fifth game has only been completed.
But the consumption of wooden hands is far greater than the gross profit.
But he still struggled unyieldingly.
"Aha!!"
"boom!"
Shouting angrily, Mu Shu hit the ball back again, and then he stumbled, unable to stand still, and fell to the ground.
"Snapped!"
"boom!"
"30-0!"
Mauli hit the ball mercilessly to the other side.
"Hey, classmate, are you okay?"
The referee looked at the wooden hand lying on the ground and stretched out his hand to support him and asked.
“It’s okay”
He was sweating all over, and he was exhausted just by holding up his arms. It was difficult to even speak. In that state, he looked weak, but even so, he tried hard to stand up.
"Kite-kun, you are so..."
Looking at Mu Shu who still didn't want to give up, Mao Li sighed and knew what he was thinking.
Kite Eishiro.
A tennis player with "ambition" to hit the country.
When I came into contact with him last year, I was still in the youth selection training camp.
At that time, Mu Shou was also quite rude. Even his seniors would always "speak harshly" to him in the past.
At that time, I didn't care about Mu Shu's sarcasm.
But later, because I met Yukimura, and after a tragic defeat, I understood the preciousness of tennis.
Only then could Maori be reborn and step onto a bigger stage.
Only then did he understand Mu Shou's mood.
Why, as a hard-working team, did Kite's original Higa team not even make it out of the regional competition?
He doesn't work hard and fishes, but he can travel around the country as if nothing happened?
That huge gap is enough to make people feel unfair.
This is also the reason why Mu Shu especially liked to "target" Maori.
Why are you, like an empty shell, qualified to travel across the country?
And what supports Mu Shu now is the feeling of never wanting to admit defeat.
It's not about competition but just to get out of the past.
No matter what the result is, even if he loses, he will hug Maoli's thigh tightly and never let him climb up comfortably.
After knowing the other party's thoughts, Maoli could only helplessly shake his head.
"If this is what you do"
"I will use all my strength to bury you."
Mao Li looked at Mu Shu who barely stood up, and then said softly.
It's time for him to give Mushou an answer
His eyes slowly closed, and under the gaze of others, Maoli fell into sleep.
"Hey"
"That's right."
Seeing Mao Li finally enter a full-strength posture, Mu Shou, who had just stabilized his body, laughed.
"If you don't knock me down neatly, I will fight until the end."
Although it was now very difficult to just take a breath, Mu Shu gained momentum.
"boom!!"
"40-0!"
"boom!!"
"5-1!"
The Shuchi method failed to hit the target directly this time, which meant that the wooden hand would have difficulty chasing and would lose points.
"Clang!!"
"15-0!"
The ball hit by Mori with a stronger posture made it impossible for him to hold the racket easily, and the racket rolled on the ground along with the tennis ball.
"boom!"
"30-0!!"
The running speed was a big step slower and the ball jumped out from the opposite corner.
"boom!!"
"40-0!!"
The serve was hit back, and the wooden hand couldn't even move to chase the ball at this moment.
"We've reached our limit."
"He's worked hard enough."
"But senior Maori is too strong."
"But we can't let him end like this."
"Yes, at least he also stayed at our Tiantianbao Temple."
"Cheer for him!"
Everyone in the Tentenhoji Temple watched Kute, who was also from Kansai, fighting hard in the auditorium, and couldn't help but shout for him.
"Mushou! Come on!"
"It's the last ball anyway, so you have to die looking good!"
"Give Mori-senpai a hard hit!!"
The originally quiet stadium was suddenly enveloped in their shouts.
"What a rowdy guys."
"Don't go back to practice if you lose."
The dazed eyes gradually solidified, and Mu Shu felt that their shouts were irritating.
But there was one thing he agreed with.
As a junior from Kansai, I should at least give my senior Maori a "farewell" before the end.
Let this senior wake up.
"The last ball."
"You have to take it well."
"senior!"
With all the remaining strength in his body, he threw the ball up with his wooden hand, and his body jumped violently to create the final "big bang".
"Boom!!"
Just like a real explosion, the audience's ears rang with a concussive sound, and the intense air pressure dispersed from all around.
"This big bang"
"It feels different than before!"
"Eishiro"
The words from everyone in Higa also made others aware of the special nature of this ball.
(It was indeed a big explosion, but it seemed more powerful.)
Shiraishi looked at the wooden hand who stood there shaking for a long time after serving the ball and knew what the opponent understood at the critical moment.
"boom!!"
Facing this ball, Maori found the right position, waited for the ball to bounce and swung out at the same time.
"Zizzi!!"
The ball hit the racket and made a harsh friction sound.
What finally fell into everyone's sight was Mouri's punctured racket and the tennis ball that fell at Mu's feet.
"Oh, it's really scary."
“To finally be able to throw a ball like this.”
"I even doubt whether you did it on purpose."
After uttering such a sigh, Maori opened his eyes at some point.
The scene on the field also means that the match between Tatekai Dai and Higa Naka has come to an end.
"This set is won by Ritsukai Omoori!"
"score."
"6-1!"
(End of chapter)
