Prince of Tennis: Shocking! Hyotei's Demon King is a Yukimura fangirl!

Chapter 138 Kirihara's Improved Demonization

Kirihara's hair was completely wet, sticking to his forehead, his black curly hair had turned straight, and it was all in clumps.

He walked to the referee's chair, grabbed a towel, and hastily wiped the sweat from his face. He took a sip of water, placed the water bottle on the sidelines, took a deep breath, and turned to walk back onto the field.

At the start of the third game, Kirihara stopped relying solely on his special moves and instead tried to suppress Mochizuki Ryo with high-frequency knuckle serves.

He moved quickly, his shots were powerful, and his violent smashes, accompanied by a whistling sound, went straight for Wang Yueling's body.

The ball was so fast that it was almost a blur.

Mochizuki Ryo skillfully sidestepped the ball, dodging the shot, and flicked his wrist to return it to Kirihara's backcourt.

Kirihara made a quick, one-footed run to save the ball and began to extend the pace of the game.

This was the first time in the match that a long rally had occurred.

The spectators on the sidelines were all invigorated.

"Not bad, Akaya!" Marui cheered softly, pumping his fist. "Fight like that!"

Kirihara on the field gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

His gaze returned to focus, his breathing gradually became steady, and he even got the rhythm better and better.

Instead of launching a fierce attack, they patiently maneuvered around Wang Yueling, looking for opportunities to strike.

His ears began to turn red, and his black curly hair became fluffy and stood up slightly, like bursting seaweed. His eyes also turned slightly red, but not as ferocious and terrifying as before; they were just a little red, as if he had stayed up all night.

But his eyes remained clear, showing no sign of rage; only his aura was stronger.

Speed ​​and power instantly reached their peak.

He seized the opportunity, unleashed a powerful smash, and sent the ball flying toward Mochizuki Ryo's forehand.

A soft gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd from the sidelines.

Marui nearly swallowed the gum in his mouth. "Controllable demonization?"

"He really mastered it?" Kuwabara's eyes widened.

Niou sat up straight from the recliner, his fox-like eyes full of laughter. "Puri~ This brat, he only just got permission from the doctor to use Devil Transformation to a certain extent, and he used it so quickly. He has such poor patience."

Liu's pen glided rapidly across the paper, her half-closed eyes opened, and a rare smile appeared on her face.

"Controllable demonization successfully initiated. Speed ​​increased by 23.5%, strength increased by 18.7%. Emotional stability index 92.3%. As expected."

Yukimura leaned back in his chair, his violet-blue eyes brightening as he stared at the drenched boy on the court, whose gaze remained resolute. He nodded. "Rikkai's ace has finally learned to control his power."

Sanada sat in the referee's chair, his dark eyes under the brim of his hat slightly narrowed as he watched Kirihara's changes.

He murmured softly, "Not bad, you've made great progress."

On the court, Mochizuki Ryo remained calm in the face of Kirihara's demonic transformation.

With a light step, he appeared at the ball's landing point in the blink of an eye. The racket seemed to come alive in his hand, and with a gentle deflection, he neutralized all the power of Kirihara's high-speed ball.

The ball floated lightly down in front of the net.

Kirihara's pupils constricted sharply, and he desperately lunged forward. But it was too late.

The ball bounced twice on the ground and rolled out of bounds.

"15-0".

"Your body shot was still three centimeters off target." Wang Yueling twirled the racket on her wrist a few times, giving a gentle reminder, "When you're in demon form, don't just rush in headfirst; pay attention to the changes in rhythm."

Kirihara paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously. He stood at the baseline, his eyes glowing with a faint red light, looking like a little lion ready to fight.

He tossed the ball up into the air.

Swing the racket.

Riot serves.

His movements became faster and his power increased, but his spin and strength remained consistent. The ball flew out with an irregular trajectory, its speed at least 20% faster than before.

Wang Yueling looked at the ball, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She moved slightly to the left, extending her racket.

It caught.

Because the ball's spin was too strong, his return shot, while still tricky, wasn't as precise as before.

Kirihara moved to the landing point in advance, jumped up, and hit a powerful forehand smash.

The ball flew towards Mochizuki Ryo's backhand side with a whooshing sound.

Wang Yueling turned sideways, held her racket horizontally, and sliced ​​the ball.

The ball grazed the net and landed near Kirihara's feet. But Kirihara reacted quickly, bending down to scoop the ball up.

The ball flew towards Mochizuki Ryo's backcourt.

Mochizuki Ryo took two steps back, jumped up, and smashed the ball. The ball was slammed heavily towards Kirihara's forehand sideline.

Kirihara rushed over and made a diving save.

The racket struck the ball, which was then lobbed high and flew back to Wangyue Ling's court. The ball landed very deep, almost touching the baseline.

Mochizuki Ryo took a step back, met the ball head-on with his racket, and returned it to Kirihara's backhand position.

Kirihara had just gotten up from the ground and didn't have time to return to defend.

The ball landed.

"30-0".

Looking at Kirihara across from him, who had completely absorbed his advice, Mochizuki Ryo's eyes filled with growing satisfaction.

The child's demonization was more controllable than he had expected.

Both speed and power have improved significantly, and every return has a tactical purpose, rather than being a random, haphazard shot.

This shows that he really worked hard this week.

Wang Yueling's lips curved slightly, but she showed no mercy with her racket.

Kirihara, in his controlled "Demonized" state, used every move he had: knuckle serve, riot serve, riot smash...

He even tried the short drop shot at the net, which he was least skilled at.

But no matter how he changes his style, his opponent can always anticipate his shot and return it with the simplest and most efficient movements.

It was like having the eye of God.

A body shot was easily dodged by the opponent's slight sidestep, and a powerful flat shot was countered by using the opponent's force to return to an open space. In the ensuing long rally, the opponent maintained control of the rhythm throughout.

Every return shot hit him precisely in his most vulnerable spot.

Kirihara's physical strength is being depleted more and more.

His rhythm became increasingly chaotic, he grew more and more exhausted with each run, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. He felt as if he were trapped in an invisible net, unable to escape no matter how hard he struggled.

But he did not give up.

He gritted his teeth and fought for every single point.

"Game, Mochizuki Ryo. 3-0."

By the fourth game, Kirihara had almost no stamina left.

He was bent over, panting heavily.

But his gaze remained firm.

Looking at the small seaweed, Wang Yueling's eyes flashed with approval, and she softly praised, "Not bad. Much better than a week ago."

Kirihara, panting, gripped his racket tightly, took two deep breaths, and then straightened up.

"Again."

Wang Yueling smiled slightly and continued serving.

It was the same ordinary serve, and the landing point was still precise.

Kirihara ran with all his might, saving one seemingly impossible ball after another.

In the end, they still failed to get a single point.

"Game, Mochizuki Ryo. 4-0."

Kirihara, supporting himself on his knees, was bent over and panting heavily. His sweat-soaked tracksuit clung tightly to his back.

He stood at the baseline, looking up at Wang Yueling opposite him. The other party still stood there calmly, not even a single strand of hair was out of place.

His eyes looked somewhat lost.

Why?

Why is it that even though I've tried my best, I still have no chance at all?

An overwhelming sense of frustration washed over him, but he didn't break down. Instead, he took a deep breath and straightened up.

Two games left.

"I can still fight."

Watching this scene from the sidelines, Kuwabara's eyes reddened slightly. "Akaya, that was amazing!"

Marui chewed his gum, nodded, and didn't say anything.

Niou leaned back in his recliner, his braid twirling around his fingertip, a hint of seriousness in his fox-like eyes. "...Akaya, you've really impressed me today."

Liu Sheng pushed up his glasses, didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Looking at Kirihara on the court, Yanagi said softly, "Statistics can no longer measure his progress."

In the first three points of the fifth game, Mochizuki Ryo easily took a 30-0 lead with her regular serves.

When it came to the final ball of the game, he glanced at Kirihara on the other side with a strange expression, turned slightly to the side, and tossed the ball into the air.

The sun was shining brightly, and the tennis ball gleamed in the air. He swung his arm back, then swung it down sharply.

This action is different from the previous ones.

The ball was thrown a little higher, the body rotation was a little greater, and the way the wrist was used to generate force was also different.

The moment the ball flew out, everyone sensed something was different.

The ball is moving very fast.

But it's not a matter of speed; it's that after the ball flies out, it suddenly disappears at a certain point in the air.

It's not that we can't see it, it's that it's truly gone.

There was no sound of the ball being hit.

It disappeared completely from sight, as if swallowed by the sunlight.

Kirihara remained in a position ready to catch the ball, his eyes wide open, looking around, but he couldn't see a trace of the ball.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

It wasn't until the ball hit Kirihara's dead corner behind the baseline with a muffled "bang," bounced off, and rolled to the sidelines that everyone realized what had happened.

"Huh?!"

"Where's the ball?!" Marui's chewing gum fell to the ground, and he stood there with his mouth open, unable to speak for a long time.

"I didn't see anything." Kuwahara jumped up from his chair, then sat back down with a creak. His eyes were fixed on the court. "I didn't hear a sound either."

Niou stood up from the recliner, his braid swaying behind his shoulder. His expression shifted from languid to shocked. "This is... the move Mori-senpai talked about, where the ball disappears from sight after the serve. The speed is over 250 kilometers per hour..."

Liu Sheng's hand stopped on the cup, which tilted slightly, spilling some tea. His eyes behind his glasses widened. "Hmm, that should be the ball. I really can't see the trajectory at all."

Liu touched the paper with the tip of his pen, the ink spreading widely, but he didn't care, his eyes fixed on the court.

"Based on visual persistence, the ball speed is estimated to be above 230 km/h. The infrasound at the moment of impact is below 20 Hz, which is the range of human hearing. The time from the swing to the ball landing is 0.37 seconds. The limit of human visual reaction is 0.4 seconds."

"Theoretically, no one can see or hear this serve."

He looked up at Mochizuki Ryo on the court and said softly, "The data cannot be recorded."

"Seiichi, did you see that clearly?"

"I don't have any either."

Yukimura shook his head slightly, not knowing when he had stood up—perhaps the instant the ball disappeared, or perhaps the moment it hit the ground.

He stared intently at the golden figure on the court, his heart pounding uncontrollably. "The ball couldn't really have disappeared. It's most likely that it created an invisibility effect by rotating and aligning with light through a special angle and refraction."

"As for the lack of a hitting sound, it's probably due to the use of special spin. These are just my guesses..."

This is Wangyue Ling's ultimate move.