The Birth of A Volleyball Legend

Chapter 167 Drag Them to Hell! (II)

Konan's quick attack routine was always predictable. Even before the first set was over, all the Tsunemori players had already recognized the pattern behind it. They would only launch a quick counterattack after their opponent sent a serve to cut off the momentum. If the one who received the serve was Lucas, the final pass would be sent to Matsumoto.

Otherwise, the ball would be handed to the Brazilian boy.

Even then, Konan still had no hesitation to do that over and over again. They were confident that no matter whether the opponent knew about their intention or not, it wouldn't matter too much in the end. Lucas or Matsumoto would always be quicker and stronger for anyone to handle. This was the confidence gained by having probably two of the best players in the country on their team.

However, if the same trick was released over and over again, someone was bound to stop it sooner or later. And this time, the players who were able to do that were the two monster rookies from Tsunemori, Yuki and Riku.

When they saw Lucas start his run-up, they didn't even blink, moving in sync to form a wall in front of the Brazilian boy. And while they might not be the strongest blockers on the team, the combination of those two was enough to slow down the momentum of Lucas's spike and allow their teammates to pick up the ball.

"OH! Nice one touch, Yuki! Riku!"

"Follow it up! Don't let the ball fall!" Riku shouted when he saw the ball was about to touch the floor.

Kaede rushed to get the ball and send it back to the front line. Yuki who recovered first from the block took it over, acting as a setter. Since Koji managed to score a point in the last play, he sent the exact same pass as what Riku sent before, hoping that his senpai would be able to continue his momentum.

"Nice pass, Yuki!"

*BAM!*

"Oh! Block by Akihiro!"

"One touch!"

Koji gritted his teeth when his spike was blocked by Akihiro. Unlike before, this time, Konan's middle blocker managed to absorb the impact from the spike so that the ball's speed was reduced a lot by the moment it was picked up by his teammates.

"I never expected them to be able to frustrate Konan like this!"

"If only they could do that since the beginning of the game, the result would be different this time."

"Well, not that different, of course. Konan would still win the game no matter what."

"Yeah, but you have to give a hat off to Tsunemori, right?"

Hearing the praises from the crowd, Amagi who was on the stand shifted his seat uncomfortably. If before, the praises were just lip services to encourage Tsunemori to not give up quickly, this time, it came from people's hearts as the acknowledgment that Tsunemori was indeed a strong team.

While he didn't have a grudge against Tsunemori, Amagi still felt uncomfortable when he remembered this weak team Matsukita destroyed a few months ago suddenly was transformed into a team that could give Konan trouble. Your journey continues at empire

Even though they were still a baby compared to giants like Konan and Matsukita, Amagi shuddered at the thought of how far Tsunemori would improve given one or two more years to develop.

Little did he know that the team was on the verge of disbandment and wouldn't be able to unleash their fullest potential in the future.

As the game went by, with each blow from their opponent, Tsunemori dove and leaped, pulling off miraculous saves that sent the crowd into a frenzy. Every time Konan players thought they had the match in the bag, Tsunemori would rally back, transitioning from defense to offense with newfound vigor.

As the rally stretched into what felt like an eternity, the frustration on the faces of Konan's players was visible, and no matter whether they were the best team in the country or not, facing such a situation, they were bound to get frustrated. And after a while...

*BAM!*

Matsumoto spiked the ball carelessly, wanting to end the play as soon as possible. However, even before he knew whether he scored the ball or not, the referee blew the whistle already, and when he turned around to inquire what happened, the blood drained from his face as he was too shocked by the referee's decision.

"Foul! Konan's number 4 touches the net! A point for Tsunemori High!"