Prince of Tennis: I, the Son of God, Yukimura Seiichi

“His mental-type tennis — it's terrifying!!”

At this moment, Medanoré, Polke, Amadeus, Q.P., and others sighed in admiration.

As professional players, Medanoré and Polke had never encountered a player with such strong mental strength as Yukimura, even on the professional court.

“I think, even if I were to face him, the result would probably be the same...”

Q.P. looked at Yukimura on the court and said, “I can't win.”

Although Camus wasn't as strong as Medanoré, he wasn't far off, but now... the terrifying power Yukimura displayed was too shocking for them.

On the court, Camus's expression grew increasingly solemn, his brow furrowed.

“Deprivation of the future...”

Camus kept replaying the images that appeared in his mind.

At this moment, even Camus couldn't help but doubt whether his future had truly been deprived by Yukimura.

“The match continues, Seichi Yukimura of the Neon Team to serve!”

Afterward, the referee's voice sounded.

The sixth game begins!

Immediately, he turned and returned to the baseline.

Camus remained silent, suddenly feeling that Yukimura's aura had become even more terrifying.

Neon Country.

Kanagawa Prefecture, Rikkai Dai Affiliated Middle School.

“Seiichi will definitely win!”

Looking at Yukimura on the live broadcast screen, Sanada and Mōri Jūzaburō had solemn expressions, their pupils filled with anticipation.

They were anticipating what Yukimura would do next.

Not only them, but everyone in Neon was anticipating.

Gymnasium, court baseline.

Yukimura held the tennis ball in his hand, gently bouncing it on the ground.

The rhythmic sound of 'thump, thump, thump' slowly echoed, and with the sound, Camus's heartbeat involuntarily began to synchronize with the sound of the tennis ball landing.

Huff... Huff... Peace... · ·

Camus felt his breathing start to deepen, and his body gradually became heavy.

Across the net, Yukimura glanced at Camus, then grabbed the tennis ball in his hand, flicked his wrist, and quickly tossed the ball high into the air.

At the same time, he raised the racket in his hand, exerted force from his feet, and leaped up suddenly.

The sound of the ball being struck suddenly rang out.

The tennis ball flew towards Camus with high-speed rotation.

The entire court's airflow began to tremble violently.

Camus's expression was solemn, and after taking a step, his figure quickly caught up to the tennis ball.

However, just as Camus appeared in front of the tennis ball, Yukimura's figure had already begun to run towards the other side.

At the same time, Camus had already swung the racket in his hand.

Swish! A streak of light flew out with the tennis ball, its trajectory perfectly aligned with the direction Yukimura was moving!

“I already said, your future... has already been deprived by me!”

Yukimura raised his arm.

“Even if there is a future, it will be a future created by my own hands!!”

To Yukimura's words, Camus immediately snorted coldly, watching the change in Yukimura's arm, he quickly ran towards the left side of the court.

“Useless!”

Only Yukimura was heard muttering in a low voice, and the racket in his hand had already struck the tennis ball.

Accompanied by a 'thud' sound, the tennis ball exploded instantly at Camus's backhand with lightning speed.

“15:0!”

Afterward, the referee's voice followed closely.

“Camus is going to lose!!”

Watching the score and replay on the big screen, countless spectators had this thought in their minds.

“Camus's movements have slowed down...”

In the French team, Duke Watanabe looked at Camus's figure and said in a deep voice.

“Why is this happening?”

The members of the French team couldn't understand why Yukimura Seiichi on the other side had suddenly become so powerful.

Not only them, but everyone watching the match had this thought.

“30:0!”

Immediately afterward, the referee's voice announcing the score rang out again.

“Camus got scored on again??”

Lu André exclaimed in surprise.

“Camus's movements...”

Q.P. frowned as he watched Camus on the court.

“His movements have obviously slowed down.”

Medanoré said.

But... why?

Why have Camus's movements slowed down?

“Is it another mental-type tennis technique??”

Polke stared at Yukimura on the court and said.

“Another mental-type tennis technique... Just how many mental-type tennis techniques does that guy have?”

Even Amadeus couldn't help but be surprised at this moment.

“Camus is going to lose.”

Medanoré said in a deep voice.

After Medanoré finished speaking, no one else objected.

In their eyes, the result of this match had already been revealed.

That Child of God, Seiichi Yukimura!

Will take the victory in this match.

“Game, Neon Team, Seiichi Yukimura, score 4:2!”

Before long, the referee's voice rang out again.

The entire world fell into silence.

Seiichi Yukimura, this middle school student, was truly too surprising to everyone.

4:2!!

Leading Camus by a full two games!

Just how strong is this middle school student?

Could he already be compared to professional players like Medanoré and Polke??

“The match is over!”

Mifune Nyūdō's eyes revealed joy, this kid really did it!!

“He did it!!”

Taneshima Shūji's voice carried a slight tremor.

“Yeah, he did it!”

Irie Kanata was somewhat emotional, a middle school student defeating Camus!

Whether in the past or now, no one could have imagined this kind of situation!

But Yukimura really did it!

Although the match wasn't completely over yet, the result of this match was already destined.

Yukimura will win!

A light shone in Yukimura's violet eyes, and the aura on his body became even more terrifying, it was a kind of suppression from mental strength!

It could even be said that this was also a type of mental-type tennis technique, and it was a mental-type tennis technique belonging to Yukimura himself, even if there were other mental-type players, they couldn't achieve the same result as Yukimura!

This is the difference!

“He's really going to win!!”

Chloé looked at Yukimura on the court.

“The French team has lost.”

After looking at the situation on the court, Medanoré shook his head, finished speaking, and turned to leave.

There was no need to continue watching this match.

Moreover, he already had a certain understanding of Yukimura.

A world-class player in the first year of middle school, and even a rare mental-type player.

If Yukimura was on his team... · · .

Thinking of this, a gleam appeared in Medanoré's eyes, and after taking a deep look at Yukimura, he left the gymnasium directly.

Polke, Q.P., and Amadeus all left one after another.

Gauder John looked at Yukimura on the court, the shock in his eyes not disappearing for a long time.

For him, Yukimura being able to defeat Camus was really... too inconceivable.

But now, he was about to do it!

“Lost...”

In the French team, Lu André, Lindsay Frank, Herbert Norton, and others had somewhat dim eyes.

Camus would actually lose?

And even lose to a middle school student!

This made it somewhat difficult for them to accept this matter.

Duke Watanabe stood up, holding his racket, preparing to warm up.

In the next singles two match, he would be playing!