“Changfeng, did you hear?
You and Echizen both made it into the intra-school ranking tournament!” Horio leaned in close.
“Why is it fair for you guys but not me?
We’re all first-years!
I’m a tennis expert too, you know.
I’m the future star of Seigaku!”
Ye Changfeng just smiled.
‘As expected.’
He checked the matchup list for his first opponent.
‘Akimoto Yasushi?
Never heard of him.
Some no-name who didn’t appear in the original story.’
Looking at the extremely overweight guy on the other side of the court, Ye Changfeng was speechless.
‘This guy qualified for the ranking matches?
Is he some hidden master, like the Sweeping Monk from Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils?’
“System, give me his info!”
Ding!
[Name: Yasushi Akimoto]
[Grade: 3rd Year, Seigaku Middle School]
[Combat Power: 1,000 (Tennis Spirit)]
[Nickname: Fat Aki, Human Cannonball]
[Age: 15]
[Height: 172 cm]
[Weight: 200 kg]
[Skill: Meat Cannon Serve]
[System Evaluation: Former key substitute for Seigaku.
Had great potential, but his excessive eating caused his strength to drop rapidly.]
‘He’s still at Tennis Spirit level, so he’s decent.
But with that body… he’s not much of a threat anymore,’ Ye Changfeng thought.
Suddenly, he noticed the court was unusually crowded.
‘Why are there so many people?
Is this fatty actually a star player?’
It turned out that word had spread about what Ye Changfeng said to Tezuka yesterday — that within a year he would surpass everyone in Seigaku.
The story had been wildly exaggerated with all kinds of ridiculous versions.
Many people were furious, especially after Arai and the two shady seniors fanned the flames.
Almost the entire tennis club was cheering for Akimoto.
“Fat Aki!
You got this!”
“Crush that arrogant Chinese kid!”
“Fat Aki, I love you!
Beat him and I’ll have your babies!” Someone even held up a ridiculous banner.
Akimoto felt a surge of emotion.
After gaining so much weight over the past two years, no one had paid attention to him.
Once a promising player, he had become invisible.
But today, he finally felt like a hero again.
The Chinese kid in front of him was the villain.
Defeating him would make Akimoto the hero of the day!
His confidence swelled.
“Hey, you Chinese kid!
With that attitude, you think you can become a regular?
You even dared to say you’d defeat Captain Tezuka?
Stop dreaming!
Let Grandpa Aki teach you something today — Chinese people aren’t suited for tennis!
Hahaha!” Akimoto started trash-talking nonstop.
(T/N: let me know if you need to remove comments like ‘This Chinese guy’, and the sort in the future.)
“Yeah!
Go back to your own country!”
“Seigaku doesn’t welcome you!”
The crowd grew louder and louder.
Ye Changfeng’s face darkened.
‘These weaklings are really worked up today…’
Ding!
Random Quest Triggered: Slap Face
[Quest Rank: Green Quest]
[Failure Penalty: Deduct 10,000 Exchange Points.
If points go negative, the system will enter permanent hibernation.]
[Success Reward: 1,000 points per hit to Akimoto’s face / 5,000 bonus points if you knock him unconscious]
[Quest Evaluation: Slap Fat Aki’s face hard and shut these idiots up!]
Ye Changfeng smirked coldly.
‘Keep making noise while you can.
When I start farming points, let’s see how loud you are then.’
The match began.
It was Ye Changfeng’s serve.
He took a deep breath to calm down and focused like never before.
He felt like his body was in peak condition today.
One Ball… Soul!
Bang!
15-0!
Akimoto was drenched in sweat and barely reacted.
“What… what kind of serve was that?!
It was so fast I couldn’t even see it!”
“Don’t mind it!
The kid just got lucky!
You’re the best, Fat Aki!” The crowd’s cheering helped him recover.
“Yeah… I’m the strongest.
That kid just got lucky!” Akimoto tried to psych himself up.
Ding!
Congratulations!
Scud Serve has leveled up to Master level.
‘Nice!
So skills can level up through usage too, not just with points,’ Ye Changfeng thought happily.
‘Perfect.
Time to test out Master-level Scud Serve on this fatty.’
One Ball… Soul!
This serve was clearly different.
The ball wrapped in flames and lightning shot forward, smashing straight into Akimoto’s face.
Bang!
A painful scream rang out as the ball hit him dead center.
Akimoto fell backward and didn’t get up immediately.
The noisy court suddenly fell silent.
“That ball had insane power…” someone whispered.
“Are you okay?
Do you need to go to the infirmary?” The referee ran over, worried when he saw the bright red ball mark on Akimoto’s face that was still faintly smoking.
“I… I’m fine… I can still play!
I’m the hero!” Akimoto struggled back to his feet, swaying unsteadily.
“Wow!” The crowd erupted again.
“Hero!
Hero!”
Akimoto wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave a “come at me” expression.
‘Good, he got back up.’ Ye Changfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He was worried he might knock him out too quickly and miss out on points.
Ding!
+1,000 points!
He served again, this time deliberately holding back some power.
Bang!
Another clean hit to the face.
Ding!
+1,000 points!
Thanks to his God-level foundational tennis technique, Ye Changfeng’s control was terrifying.
Almost every serve landed squarely on Akimoto’s face.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
Ding!
+1,000 points!
The notifications barely stopped.
Akimoto was getting hit in the face repeatedly and was starting to go numb.
Even Ye Changfeng felt a little impressed by the guy’s endurance.
The spectators had gone completely quiet.
Akimoto’s face was swollen and bruised like a pig’s head.
It was a miserable sight.
Then came another Scud Serve.
This time the ball moved at double speed — a critical hit had triggered!
The ball flew like a laser.
Because of the doubled power, control slipped slightly and it slammed into Akimoto’s massive belly instead of his face.
The 200 kg giant was actually lifted a dozen centimeters off the ground before crashing down.
Akimoto fainted on the spot and didn’t get up again.
Ding!
Quest Completed!
+20,000 points!
“Student?
Student, wake up!” The referee had people carry the unconscious Akimoto to the infirmary and declared Ye Changfeng the winner.
The crowd watched in stunned silence.
They couldn’t believe how strong this first-year actually was.
“What’s wrong?
Weren’t you all so noisy earlier?” Ye Changfeng mocked.
“Why so quiet now?”
“Brat, don’t get cocky!
Kaidoh will teach you a lesson!” someone shouted from the back.
“Is that so?
We’ll talk after you actually win,” Ye Changfeng replied calmly before turning and walking away.
He knew that only continuous victories would truly shut these people up.