First Minister of Prince of Tennis

After Atobe watched Nioh being carried on a stretcher, everyone in the Second Army looked forward to sharing his bright moments on the court with Atobe, but the result was unexpected.

He turned and walked to the rest area of ​​the First Army. Byodoin put his hand on his shoulder, and his eyes were affirmation of Atobe.

"Welcome to join the army!

"Boss, if this continues, the army will be crowded with junior high school students.

"Yeah! Next game, Duke, you go!" Byodoin listened to Duke Watanabe's joke, thinking in his heart that they still need to let them see the true strength of the Japanese team.

"Can't let these middle school students feel that the threshold for the representative team is low!

In the second match, the U17 "Nine-Seven" team sent the No. 3 destruction king-Duke Watanabe.

When Chiba watched Watanabe walk towards the center of the venue, without hesitation, he remembered Yinhua Middle's power route.

Domoto!

The second army reserve team sent-Tangmoto. Domoto walked to the court in response, and there was no surprise on his face. This should be the result of the discussion.

"Finally it's the turn of the Yinhua Middle-School players to play. The champion team in previous years has never had such a dark horse, and I don't know what level their skills can reach."

"I heard that the national champion seed teams have different strengths every time they meet Yinhua Middle-School, just like...the entire tennis club has been replaced."

"Seeing is better than hearing, let's take a look at the singles of the championship team.

Domoto listened to the discussion from the people below, without the usual relaxed expression on his face, his expression was very serious.

Chiba listened to the chattering of the surrounding high school students. If there were no system-given qualification cards, no matter how hard Yinhua and others worked, it would be impossible to have a texture change in such a short period of time. I remembered that the training accelerator card was given to Yinhua and his team some time ago. As long as their training volume does not decrease, Duke Watanabe, who is 60% of the strength, is not at all concerned.

However, this power is no better than others, and it is still difficult to control.

In the stands.

"Sure enough, Domoto and the King of Destruction are facing each other!"

Taocheng looked at the confident look of Domoto on the court holding racquet, and recalled the fear of being dominated by Domoto before, and then looked at Duke Watanabe, who was twice his size on the opposite side.

"Domoto appreciates how I felt at the beginning."

"It is said that Domoto's strength in the Yinhua Tennis Club is second only to their mysterious minister. I think there is still hope to sit in the rest area of ​​the First Army with Atobe."

"Then you don't know the reason for the name "Destruction King"!"

Duke Watanabe looked at this kid who was only half his size at most, standing in front of him with his head high and not afraid of the slightest. This kind of demeanor has already made Duke very admired.

"However, if you can hit me back ten goals, I will give up.

Domoto looked at the first person in U17 in strength. This arrogance in Domoto's view is a brainless FLAG. Even Chiba would not dare to make such a promise in the field of strength.

"The match begins, the first army team Duke serve!"

Bang!

"I'm coming!"

boom!

The tennis ball rushed towards Donmoto with a huge roar, his eyes narrowed, his feet moved quickly, his hands tightly holding the racquet, and his palms were constantly sweating.

"Go back to me.

Puff!

Domoto's arm carried tremendous power and tightly controlled the ball on the racquet. The tennis ball drew an arc on the sky, and the spin hit Duke Watanabe's feet with an explosion-like sound.

"With such a large force, there is still such a ball control ability, it is worthy of Yinhua..."

I thought of my daily scientific and planned training, but in the end it was not as good as the appearance of a mysterious minister, and said in a slightly envious tone.

Um?

Duke Watanabe snorted coldly, and saw that his first shot was easily grasped by the opponent, which was somewhat unexpected.

There are still nine goals before he loses the match, and his deep voice shouts: "Then I won't test anymore! Use all your skills!

Duke Watanabe's footsteps moved lightly, and the blue veins on his hands made the sense of strength full, and he swept the racquet at the ball horizontally.

Puffy!!

Duke home run!!!

"It seems that Duke Watanabe is not going to keep his hands! Domoto, are you ready?"

Chiba looked at this mighty ball, full of tension in his heart, completely different from the pressure he faced on the court, but worried.

"I heard that Duke's home run hit countless opponents in the world arena, so he is a very important singles link in the world arena."

"Even if you catch such a straight ball, you will inevitably suffer 1.8 serious injuries!"

boom!

The tennis ball hit the ground directly, and the smoke was everywhere, making everyone unable to see the situation on the court.

"Even a 60% home run is not what a middle school student can fight back!"

Duke Watanabe waited for a while, and the rotating sound of the tennis ball gradually decreased, and he was a little worried about Domoto's safety. After all, this is also a seed, and Duke is still very optimistic about him.

However, as soon as the words were finished, a ray of yellow light broke through the smoke and flew towards Duke. What followed was Domoto's calm voice.

"There is still a gap between your ball and momentum, but it's still very difficult to catch it with one hand!"

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