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Yamabuki struggled to score on several consecutive balls, while Sakurai seized the opportunity and took the initiative.

"Now!"

Ishida roused himself and immediately launched a fierce attack.

"Wait a minute, you bastard... Ugh!"

Sakurai wanted to offer a reminder, but Ishida had already launched a full-speed attack. He had no choice but to take on the role of support, and the two worked together quite well.

After a fierce exchange, Ishida seized an opportunity and launched a powerful counterattack. Niito fought back desperately, but the composed Sakurai intercepted the attack.

Snapped!

The tennis ball lands on the ground.

He dropped the rice from Niigata with a backhand.

"game!"

"Fudomine, 4-3, switch positions!"

"nice shot!"

Kamio, Uchimura, and others watching from the sidelines cheered excitedly.

Even the introverted Ibu had a look of eagerness in his eyes. If he could win this doubles match, he and Kamio would definitely win the next one.

That would mean two consecutive wins for Fudomine.

In singles match 3, Tachibana will be the one to enter the fray. Given the opponent's strength, he is sure to be able to launch a successful surprise attack and leave a deep impression on Yamabuki.

"Seize the opportunity."

Sitting in the coach's seat, Tachibana said in a deep voice, "Now that we have seized the initiative in the game, let's attack in one go and not give the opponent a chance to breathe."

This is his experience from many years of competition. Once you gain the upper hand, you must press your advantage relentlessly and ideally end the match in one fell swoop.

"understand!"

Ishida and Sakurai responded loudly.

The two were also very excited. If they could get off to a good start, it would mean that Fudomine's plan was one step closer to success.

But Sakurai remained calm. After the two entered the court, he said in a deep voice, "You take charge of the offense, and I'll provide support. Don't give the opponent a chance to counterattack."

"Ah."

Ishida nodded.

At this moment, he couldn't wait to make his move.

The game soon resumed.

Seemingly sensing that the situation was turning against them, the two players on Yamabuki's side immediately launched a counterattack after the eighth match began. Their excellent teamwork put Ishida on the defensive for a time.

"Don't rush."

Ishida thought to himself, "The more fiercely the opponent counterattacks, the more anxious they are. Tachibana-senpai once said that at times like this, one should not be too hasty, but rather calmly analyze the situation and seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent."

With that in mind, he remained calm and composed.

"Now!"

Suddenly, seizing the opportunity, Ishida let out a low shout, and the muscles in his arm swelled up, exuding an explosive sense of power.

"Feel the power of Fudomine!"

"Wave! Ball!"

Ishida spoke slowly and deliberately, then swung his racket violently, sending the tennis ball flying with a loud thud.

"What's this?!"

Everyone was startled by the explosive noise.

Everyone stared in astonishment at Ishida, whose arm was visibly steaming after he hit the tennis ball.

"Gudu."

"What exactly is that ultimate move?"

"Can the Yamabuki side really hold them off?"

Then, with a thud, the tennis ball broke through the interception of Shinto Mikoto and Dan, went straight into the ground, and bounced high into the air.

"40-30!"

This shot helped Fudomine gain a crucial set point.

If they win this game, they can further extend their lead to 5-3.

"no!"

After losing another point, Niito seemed anxious: "No matter what, we can't afford to lose another point."

"Ah."

Tan nodded emphatically, his little face full of seriousness.

"Hmph, that's not up to you!"

Ishida's lips curled slightly, his face full of smugness.

Even Sakurai was full of confidence.

They have now firmly grasped the initiative in the game, and if they win just one more game, they can completely seal the fate of the match.

but.

The more crucial the point, the stronger the opponent's resistance will be.

"Damn it, these two guys have incredible stamina!"

Sakurai grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

"There's nothing they can do; they know what the consequences will be if they lose this point."

Ishida laughed heartily: "Leave the rest to me. I've got this point!"

"it is good."

Sakurai, unable to break through after a prolonged attack, had no other option but to pin his hopes on Ishida's "Wave Ball." Once the opponent successfully landed the ball, he could use its immense power to completely tear apart the opponent's defense.

Snapped!

Therefore, he took the initiative to move forward and play short balls to create opportunities for the opponent.

"Right now."

Seeing the opponent return the ball, Sakurai quickly moved aside, letting the ball pass him.

Swish!

Behind him stood Ishida, racket raised, his eyes burning with intensity. His opponent had already gathered his strength, and just as the tennis ball approached, he decisively unleashed a powerful smash.

boom!

A loud bang.

The tennis ball, wrapped in a pale red arc of lightning, shot out with terrifying force.

"That ball was incredibly powerful!"

"We can't stop it!"

Many spectators trembled slightly upon seeing the ball.

Outside the crowd, a serious expression appeared in the eyes of Gan, who wore white-rimmed glasses. Even Kawamura, the strongest player from Seigaku, had his wrist injured by that ball during the regional preliminaries.

"Those two Yamabuki guys couldn't possibly stop that ball... huh?"

Sudden.

As if realizing something, Qian's expression froze.

As soon as they saw their opponent unleash a wave shot, Tan and Shintomi, positioned at the baseline, actually moved to the sides, giving up their positions.

Boom!

The tennis ball lands on the ground.

It stirred up billowing dust.

Seeing this, the referee on the high chair shouted, "Game! Fudomine, 5-3!"

We won!

"Success!"

The Fudomine team members were very excited.

But Ju, sitting in the coach's seat, frowned instead.

Something's not right.

He looked at Niito and Dan on the field, their faces calm, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes: "Wait, are they doing this on purpose?!"

Swish!

next moment.

The minister's expression changed.

"Have you realized it yet?"

Shibukawa, on the other side, also laughed.

Everyone else thought that Yamabuki had overplayed their hand and was being suffocated by Fudomine. But he saw it clearly: this was just a trap set up by Dan and Shinto.

"This kid is really clever."

Mizuki laughed as well: "Now that Fudomine has used up all its trump cards, it's time for us to counterattack."

"W-What do you mean?"

Dongfang, Xiduo, and the others standing nearby exchanged bewildered glances.

"It's very simple."

Sitting in the coach's seat, Banta explained with a smile, "Dan has always known about Fudomine Ishida's signature move. Just now, it was to lure the opponent into using the Hadouken."

"That's right, it's better to guide than to block."

Shibukawa nodded and said, "Instead of letting the opponent's ultimate move become a sword hanging over our heads, we should force the opponent to use it."

"This kid is indeed very smart."

Sengoku, who had also realized this, nodded approvingly and said, "Their desperate resistance just now was probably to make the opponent think that it was a crucial point, forcing them to use that kind of ultimate move."

It's only during the major tournament now, and the Wave Ball isn't the overused move it is in later stages. Especially for someone like Ishida Tetsu, who's just started learning, hitting two of those balls is already his limit.

At this moment, the opponent had used up both of their chances, and their arms were sore and aching that they had no strength to use them a third time.

In addition, Tan has been diligently collecting data on the two individuals.

When the time was right, Yamabuki sounded the horn of counterattack. On the other hand, Fudomine's Ishida had been tricked into using his ultimate move and was unable to perform at his normal level. Even supporting Sakurai was extremely difficult for him.

Tan had already discerned his weaknesses, and after a fierce attack, he directly forced the two Fudomine members into a retreat. In an instant, their defeat was swift and decisive, and the score was quickly recovered.

Swish!

Before we knew it, the final moment had arrived.

The short-statured Tan leaped up, his raised racket fully capable of touching the tennis ball.

"not good!"

Sensing the deadly danger, Ishida and Sakurai simultaneously returned to defend.

Snapped!

Unexpectedly, the player quickly changed his move, switching from a smash to a light slice. With a snap, the tennis ball bounced off and rolled gently in front of the net.

"S-Short ball?!"

On the Fudomine side, Kamio, Uchimura, and others all widened their eyes.

"The match is over."