“30-30。”

Akutsu clutched his knees in pain, his body shaking from the pain.

His body has gradually become familiar with knuckle serves.

But the ability to take chances is good.

Directly use the smash to preemptively hurt Akutsu's body, affecting his play.

"Oops, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to, are you okay?" Kirihara looked at Akutsu condescendingly and said words of apology, but his tone was full of provocation.

In official competitions, intentional bodily harm is not permitted.

Therefore, every time Kirihara hurts someone, he will show an apologetic expression and tone, so it is not easy for the referee to give a direct penalty.

This good habit eventually carried over into the daily competition.

Of course.

Kirihara didn't dare to hurt the members of his own family in the game.

"You guy." Akutsu looked angrily at the demonized Kirihara.

If it had been changed to the past, the racket in his hand might have been smashed out and he would have taught Kirihara to be a man.

But the current Akutsu is no longer the same person he used to be.

Rather than simply destroying the past, he wants to destroy the other party from the inside out.

Kirihara's actions awakened the tyranny that slumbered in his body.

"Hahaha." Akutsu didn't laugh angrily: "It's interesting, it's fun!" ”

He staggered to his feet, grabbed his racket, returned to his position, and waited to serve.

"Bang." The tennis ball spins, but this time it's a normal serve.

"Bang." Akutsu hits it back with a swing, and as he swings, his knees turn.

In Kirihara's eyes, Akutsu's figure suddenly froze as he turned on his knees, revealing a painful expression.

Although he successfully fought back, the quality of the shot was not high.

"What's wrong? How did your riposte become soft? Kirihara's tone became more and more arrogant, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise when he saw the pause caused by Akutsu's body moving.

He had already suffered a contusion in his knee and was not able to use his full strength, which was the opportunity to destroy him.

"Bang!" Kirihara grinned, took three steps towards the ball, stepped on the ground with his right foot, used his bare foot, twisted his body, leaned the racket in front of him, and hit the ball with a backhand to the other half of the court where Akutsu was.

"Damn!" Akutsu ran hard, and the moment his right foot stomped the ground, Kirihara saw that Akutsu's body was sluggish again.

Apparently, the pain in his knee was already affecting his posture.

"Bang." In the face of the tennis ball that flew again, which was also a little high, Kirihara smiled evilly, stood on tiptoe, and swung the racket out in a whistling moment, and the tennis ball immediately went towards Akutsu's left knee like a cannonball.

His red pupils were filled with excitement and excitement, as if he had seen the scene of Akutsu being completely destroyed.

However, to his surprise, Akutsu had already anticipated his return at the moment of returning the ball, and his right ankle exerted force, quickly jumped to the left, 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 like a cheetah waiting to run.

"Wow." The right hand swung violently, the waist and abdomen exerted force, and the force of this ball was incredibly strong.

"Bang!!" The tennis ball smashed into the face of Kirihara, who was still smiling, and Kirihara directly bleeded from his nose, let out a painful cry from his mouth, and his body fell backwards.

"Goo~Ga." Kirihara's face was bloody, he looked extremely embarrassed, and his mouth made a sound that he didn't know whether to be angry or painful.

He didn't understand.

Why is Akutsu's knees still able to support his body and make such a large movement?

"Hey, don't you really think I've been hurt by your balls?" Akutsu's arrogant voice rang out.

Kirihara looked up, and through his rather blurry vision, he saw Akutsu's disdainful gaze, and even twisted his knees.

"This guy got two balls in the knee, how can he be like no one?" The Lihai Grand Election who watched the battle was shocked.

"Is he a monster?" Liu Lian's eyes were shocked.

He has documented countless talented players.

But there has never been a person as incomprehensible as Akutsu.

"He's got a body like a cat, soft enough to take off most of the impact without lacking explosiveness, and he's a natural tennis player, and he's probably not as good as us right now, but it's only a matter of time before he catches up with us." Liu Lian Er said solemnly.

The Kanto level to the national level is a threshold.

But now, Akutsu is not far from crossing that threshold.

"Hey, you, play violent tennis with me, you're not afraid of death." Akutsu carried the racket and looked at Kirihara condescendingly.

"It's 40-30 now, and I'll win one more game."

"Don't worry, I'll play slowly until I kill you."

That disdainful gaze constantly stung Kirihara's self-esteem.

"Bastard! I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you! Kirihara roared, wiping the blood from his face.

"Knuckle serve!" Kirihara's fingers were almost embedded in the tennis ball, and the muscles in his arms burst out, and he threw the tennis ball suddenly.

As the racket was pulled, the slightly deformed and unhealed tennis ball took up a stream of air in the air and flew towards Akutsu, bouncing irregularly when it landed, this time targeting Akutsu's right calf.

"I've already said it, this serve doesn't work for me at all!" Akutsu grinned, pulled up with his right hand, and the slightly downward pressure of the racket led the arc and slammed it precisely on the tennis ball.

"Bang." This time, the ball smashed into Kirihara's face again.

"Game, 2-0, Akutsu leads."

Although the five dimensions of Kirihara, who are completely out of control, have improved tremendously, at the same time, 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, his eyes were unruly: "Boy, get out of 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 half, his scarlet tongue licking his lips with a perverted smile at an angle that no one was seeing.

"Huh? Kamidai? At this time, Akutsu also saw Kamidai Lan watching the game behind Kirihara half, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

"Are you here to see how I abuse him? Godyo. ”

"Has the game started?" At this time, a noisy sound sounded outside the tennis court, and then all the members of Fudo Peak were seen open the door and walk in.

"It's really hard to find here, where is Akutsu?"

"Hey, are you already fighting? 2-0, Akuzu won't be behind. ”

"Dig a groove, that guy on the other side is all blood!"

"The minister is also there!" The noisy sound immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Fudo Peak......" Sanada looked solemn.

Akutsu's performance has made him realize that Fudo Mine may not be an easy persimmon to pinch.

"Minister?" From the discussion on the sidelines, Kirihara learned the identity of Kamidai Lan, who was watching the battle behind him.

"Hey, hurry up and get ready, I'm tired of it." Akutsu's taunt rang out again.