"30-30."
Akutsu covered his knees in pain, his body trembling from the severe pain.
His body is getting used to the knuckle serve.
But Kirihara's ability to seize opportunities is very good.
Directly use smashes to damage Akutsu's body first and affect his performance.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. Are you okay?" Kirihara looked at Akutsu condescendingly and apologized, but his tone was full of provocation.
Intentional infliction of physical harm is not allowed in official competition.
Therefore, every time Kirihara hurts someone, he would show an apologetic expression and tone, making it difficult for the referee to directly impose a penalty.
This good habit eventually extended to daily competitions.
certainly.
Kirihara would not dare to hurt his own Tachikai Dai members during the competition.
"You guy." Akutsu looked at the demonized Kirihara angrily.
If it had been in the past, the racket in his hand might have been smashed out, teaching Kirihara how to behave.
But the current Akutsu is no longer the same person as before.
Rather than simply destroying someone in the past, he wants to destroy the opponent from the inside out.
Kirihara's actions awakened the dormant violence in his body.
"Hahahahaha." Akutsu smiled instead of getting angry: "Interesting, very fun!"
He staggered to his feet, grabbed the racket, returned to his position, and waited for the serve.
"Bang." The tennis ball came spinning, but this time it was a normal serve.
"Bang." Akutsu hit him back with a swing of the racket, turning his knees as he swung the racket.
In Kirihara's eyes, Akutsu suddenly froze when his knees turned, showing an expression of pain.
Although the return was successful, the quality of the shot was not high.
"What's wrong? Why did your retaliate become soft?" Kirihara's tone became more and more arrogant. When he saw the pause when Akutsu's body moved, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise.
His knee has been bruised and he cannot exert his full strength, which 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 with his bare ankle, twisted his body, tilted the racket in front of him, and hit the ball towards Akutsu with a backhand. of the other half.
"Damn it!" Akutsu ran hard. The moment his right foot hit the ground hard, Kirihara once again saw Akutsu's body becoming sluggish.
Apparently, the pain in his knee was already affecting his posture.
"Bang." Facing the tennis ball that was flying again, which was also a little high, Kirihara smiled evilly, stood on tiptoes, and swung the racket with a roar. The tennis ball immediately flew towards Akutsu's left knee like a cannonball.
His red pupils were filled with excitement and joy, as if he had seen the scene where Akutsu was completely destroyed.
However, to his surprise, Akutsu had anticipated his counterattack at the moment of returning the ball. He exerted force on his right ankle and quickly jumped to the left. He took a step back with his right foot, turned sideways, bent his left knee, and stretched his right hand behind him. , full of streamlined beauty just like a cheetah ready to run.
"Wow." He swung the racket violently with his right hand and exerted force on his waist and abdomen. The force of this ball was incredibly strong.
"Bang!!" The tennis ball hit Kirihara's face, who was still grinning. Kirihara's nosebleed immediately, 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 of anger or pain from his mouth.
He doesn't understand.
Why can Akutsu's knees support his body to make such large movements?
"Hey, don't you really think I was hurt by your ball?" Akutsu's arrogant voice sounded.
Kirihara raised his head, and through his rather blurred vision, he saw Akutsu's disdainful gaze, and even twisted his knees.
"This guy's knee was hit by two balls, how can he act like nothing happened?" Ritsukai Daisho who was watching the game was shocked.
"Is he a monster?" Liu Lian'er's eyes were shocked.
He has documented countless 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 of the impact, and at the same time not lacking in explosive power. He is a natural tennis player. He may not be as good as us now, but it will be a matter of time before he catches up with us." Liu Renji said solemnly.
There is a threshold from the Kanto level to the national level.
But now, Akutsu is not far away from crossing this threshold.
"Hey, you, you are not afraid of death when you play violent tennis with me." Akutsu held the racket and looked down at Kirihara.
"It's already 40-30 now. One more ball and I'll win the game."
"Don't worry, I will play with you slowly until you die."
That disdainful look kept hurting Kirihara's self-esteem.
"Bastard! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Kirihara roared angrily, wiping the blood off his face.
"Knuckle serve!" Kirihara's fingers were almost embedded in the tennis ball, and veins popped up in his arms as he suddenly threw the tennis ball.
As the racket was snapped, the slightly deformed and unrestored tennis ball brought up a stream of air in the air and flew towards Akutsu. It bounced irregularly when it landed. This time, the target was Akutsu's right calf. .
"I've already said, this serve has no effect on me at all!" Akutsu smiled evilly, pulled up his right hand, slightly pressed down the racket with an arc, and accurately hit the tennis ball.
"Bang." This time, the ball hit Kirihara's face again.
"Game, 2-0, Akutsu leads."
Although Kirihara, who is completely out of control, has greatly improved his five dimensions, negative emotions will also affect his judgment.
After being hit by this ball, Kirihara lay on the ground and did not get up.
Akutsu slowly walked to Kirihara's half with a stern look in his eyes: "Boy, go to your half."
Kirihara removed his right hand that was blocking his face, his scarlet pupils filled with madness.
He stood up silently and walked towards his half. From an angle that no one could see, he licked his lips with his scarlet tongue and showed a perverted smile.
"Huh? Kamishiro?" At this time, Akutsu also saw Kamishiro Ai watching the game behind Kirihara's half, and the corners of his mouth raised.
"Are you here to see how I torture him? Jindai."
"Has the game started?" At this time, there was a loud noise outside the tennis court, and then all the members of Fudomine were seen opening the door and walking in.
"It's really hard to find here. Where is Akutsu?"
"Hey, are you already playing? 2-0, Akutsu won't be behind."
"Dig, the guy opposite is covered in blood!"
"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 may not be an easy target.
"Buchou?" From the discussion on the sidelines, Kirihara learned the identity of Kamishiro Ai who was watching the battle behind him.
"Hey, hurry up and get ready, I'm tired of it." Akutsu's taunt sounded again.
