Chapter 70. The realm of selflessness!

  "Teiko Akashi is in the lead in this round. Score"

  "3-1!"

  Unexpectedly, Sengoku was much more difficult than in the Kyoto Tournament.

  His superior dynamic vision combined with his good physical fitness can even lead to a normal tug-of-war with Akashi.

  Even if it is an absolute prophecy with great talent, he can occasionally crack it and even win a game with it.

  From here we can also see how hard Sengoku worked in training during the period from the Tokyo Competition to the Kanto Competition.

  They are never the only ones who become stronger.

  "Ah, you are really surprising."

  Akashi stood in front of the net and looked at Qianshi and admired.

  He really didn't expect Qianshi to be so powerful.

  I thought I could easily win if I was a little more serious, but Sengoku's level was higher than expected.

  "You're the one who's surprised, right?"

  "I've been training so hard, and you can become even better. It's too much."

  Qianshi said it sincerely. He had never been so focused on tennis training. I trained hard with the mentality of wanting to compete with the miracles.

  But judging from the previous fight, Akashi still has some strength left.

  And he tried his best to fight, not to suppress.

  "But the more powerful you are, the more I don't want to just give up." "

  Otherwise, if you lose, just run away with your tail between your legs. It

  looks too bad." Qianshi returned to the baseline again and prepared to serve, speaking in a light tone.

  At this moment, he felt happy and relaxed, without any excessive burden or heavy heart.

  He has devoted himself wholeheartedly to the confrontation with Akaashi, enjoying the tension and happiness brought by tennis.

  Bursts of white light appeared on his body, and the familiar aura moved some people.

  "The realm of selflessness"

  "Sengoku is pure!"

  "Has he also stepped into that realm?"

  In the stands, Inui Sadaharu did not misjudge Sengoku's current state.

  "Things are getting more and more interesting, aren't they, Tezuka."

  Fuji also felt sincerely happy about these opponents who were getting stronger.

  "Ah"

  Tezuka nodded, agreeing with Fuji's view.

  Whether they are Qingxue, Teikou, or Hyoutei, everyone is pursuing a higher level of tennis.

  Even Sengoku Qingchun, who was unknown in the past, began to work hard to catch up.

  There's nothing more exciting than having a great rival.

  It is simply incredible that this group of people could be born in such an era.

  As Qianshi himself often said,

  "I am very lucky!"

  ...

  "Then let's start the final sprint!"

  Qianshi threw the ball high and hit the "Tiger Cannon" again. He has an aura of selflessness. , but now the momentum is even better.

  "The state of selflessness is such a familiar picture."

  Standing in the midfield, waiting for the ball to bounce and swinging the bat back, Akashi laughed. He did not expect Sengoku's evolution.

  But that didn't stop him from knocking it down.

  "Huh? This ball."

  Qianshi observed through his naked eyes that the ball was spinning very strangely,

  so he chose to respond by chipping the ball.

  "Bang!"

  "Drink!!"

  The sound of hitting was heard. Everyone looked at Qianshi, who tensed his body and yelled angrily, and hit him back with the ball.

  "Wise Judgment"

  was not surprised that Sengoku was able to hit the ball back. Akashi was already prepared, standing in front of the net, and lobbed a short ball.

  "It's not over yet!"

  Rushing towards the net, Qianshi did not give up fighting for the ball. He leaped forward and dived flush with the ground.

  "Bang!"

  "Bang!"

  His body hit the ground hard and slid, and at the same time he stretched out his racket and picked up the tennis ball that was about to hit the ground.

  Lob!

  As if to buy himself time to stand up, Sengoku's lob was a standard for Akashi's backcourt.

  The arc like an arch bridge fully prepared him to stand up.

  "I have a hand! But what about this!"

  When Akashi picked up the ball, he had already retreated to the baseline of the backcourt, and then he jumped up and swung the ball down.

  "Bang!"

  "Drink!"

  "That's it?"

  "Brown bear caught!"

  But then Qianshi made a familiar move, turning his back to Akashi, landing on one knee, and while spreading his left and right hands, he knocked the smash away. Went back.   

  "This has been expected." He

  had noticed that Sengoku had entered that area before, but he had never used "imitation", so Akashi knew that the other party wanted to use it for a "surprise attack" and was already on guard.

  "Of course I won't use it as a last resort. After all, I know it consumes a lot of energy." He

  stood up directly without moving in a pose. Sengoku focused on Akashi's movements.

  (The waist drives the arm to turn to the left!)

  Relying on the state of selflessness and deepening his understanding of other people's movements, Sengoku judged Akashi's movements.

  "Oh!"

  When Akashi hit the ball back again, Qianshi made a familiar starting position, hit the tennis ball with blue lightning and jumped towards Akashi's court.

  Chidori!

  But he was still hit back by Akashi with both hands.

  "Bang!"

  "Bang!"

  ...

  "This fight lasted so long."

  "Six minutes."

  "Akaashi said 26 goals before, and it was exceeded again. "

  Qingchun Qingchun broke the boundaries again."

  In this round of confrontation, the two of them were evenly matched.

  "But Teikou's Akashi Seijuro still has the upper hand."

  "Yamabuki's Sengoku Seijun has begun to lose his strength."

  "This is all the result of his abuse of the selfless state."

  Atobe crossed his legs and looked at the scene with interest. A sharp comment on the competition in the game.

  "Your movements have slowed down!"

  After a long time, Akashi seized the opportunity of Qianshi's body to pause and counterattacked to win the long point.

  "15-0!"

  And like a deflated rubber ball, Qianshi's movements gradually became slow and stiff.

  "30-0!"

  "40-0!"

  "4-1!"

  Listening to the referee reporting the score in his ear, Qianshi gasped sharply, sweat sliding down both sides of his face like water.

  "Hahu. Ha. Huh."

  During the break in the exchange of venues, Qianshi sat next to the old man, covering his head with a towel and panting.

  "How's it going, Qianshi."

  "Ah?"

  "Is tennis fun?"

  "Of course it's fun, Banlao."

  But Qianshi was stunned at first by Banlao's question, but his next words suddenly enlightened him.

  "Sure enough, I'm really glad that I chose this sport."

  "No, maybe luck favored me and brought me here." "

  So, I will keep playing."

  He opened the towel and saw the look in his eyes. There is no confusion or hesitation at all, only expectations for the future.

  The contrast between that energetic look and Haizaki who was depressed after losing the game was two extremes.

  "Clang."

  In the stands at the back, the drink bottle Akutsu was holding was unknowingly deformed, and the water inside spilled out.

  ...

  "The game is over, this set is won by Teikou Akashi!"

  "The score is 6-2!"

  "The final singles match will start later!"

  But even if Sengoku will finally reach the state of no self again Even after it started, he still couldn't turn the tide. He just grabbed one set and then it ended.

  But his performance of "hard work" was extremely moving.

  Yamabuki's Sengoku is pure!

  This name will ring in the ears of various schools from now on.

  　　Fortunately, even if Omotakiji doesn't use all his strength, he can almost achieve an advantage over Wuga's Sengoku.

  (End of chapter)