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

Medanore concentrated the power in his arm and used brute force to smash the tennis ball straight out!

"Don Quixote!"

The moment the words fell, a horse's neigh echoed through the court.

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From behind Medanore, a knight swiftly galloped forth.

Clad in full armor and wielding a lance, he instantly merged with the tennis ball.

The steed raced across the court, leaving spiderweb-like cracks in its wake.

During the charge, the knight aimed his lance at Yukimura's heart.

The powerful force turned the tennis ball a fiery red, like a burning lead ball streaking across the court.

The tennis ball crashed into the ground, vaporizing the surrounding area and creating a large pit.

After bouncing, Medanore immediately slammed his racket down.

Creak The tennis ball relentlessly bored into the racket, causing the strings to emit a painful sound.

A burnt smell wafted from the strings.

When Medanore tried to use brute force again to smash the ball back.

The heat from the tennis ball melted the strings, and the ball flew off the racket at high speed, crashing into the wall!

The wall was smashed with a hole, and the tennis ball spun continuously within it.

Finally, the ball forcibly stopped only when it was worn down to the point where it could no longer spin.

"Game, Japan team, score 1:0!"

The referee's voice rang out.

Silence.

The entire court was silent.

Everyone's mouths were agape.

They couldn't explain everything that had just happened.

Every ball in the match was a classic; both Yukimura and Medanore seemed to read each other's next move.

They constantly aimed the tennis ball into the opponent's blind spot.

Not only that.

Each tennis ball aimed at a blind spot, even if received, was incredibly powerful.

This meticulousness with the tennis ball made people feel apprehensive from the bottom of their hearts.

"I feel like this is the most terrifying match in the U-17 World Cup."

Reinhardt had cold sweat on his forehead.

"The most terrifying?"

Georgia glanced at him and said, "If you're scared, go home!"

Reinhardt ignored Georgia.

"What I mean by terrifying."

Reinhardt looked at Yukimura on the court and said, "Haven't you guys noticed that Medanore can use everyone's techniques? Moreover, the other dimensions aren't fixed; it seems like he can conjure any type of other dimension."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Now that you mention it, it does feel that way.

From Amadeus's [Darkness] to the Taros brothers' [Bloodshed].

This constantly changing other-dimensional ability had never been seen before.

Moreover, Medanore could force them to resonate.

What kind of ability is this?!

"Even so, Reinhardt, what are you afraid of?"

Amadeus looked at Reinhardt and asked.

"What I'm afraid of is Yukimura."

Reinhardt's face was ashen: "He's facing all of us alone right now, and he still has a gentle smile on his face."

"This sense of composure makes me tremble from the bottom of my heart."

Hearing this, everyone put themselves in that scenario.

Even Amadeus would naturally have a solemn expression if he saw hundreds of players standing in front of him, serving at him.

This had already exceeded the range that a normal person's mind could withstand.

But it didn't affect Yukimura.

What's terrifying is that Yukimura even subtly suppressed Medanore.

That's right!

Suppressed!

Being able to suppress Medanore, with his monstrous strength, shows that Yukimura had reached a level they couldn't imagine.

On the court.

Medanore looked at the tennis ball embedded in the wall and then at the racket in his hand.

He lowered his head, making it impossible to discern his complex expression.

Finally, he regained his composure and looked up at Yukimura.

"This little game should be enough, right, Seiichi Yukimura!"

Medanore's eyes gleamed with brilliance.

Yukimura didn't answer his question, his face still bearing a faint smile.

Baseline.

Yukimura's serve.

Yukimura switched the racket to his left hand.

"Yukimura is going to use his left hand to hit the ball?"

The First-String members showed a hint of surprise on their faces.

Because they rarely saw Yukimura switch to holding the racket with his left hand.

Although Yukimura is doing this now to keep hitting the ball into Medanore's right-hand blind spot.

Thus forcing him to only return the ball with his backhand.

But the ensuing problem is that temporarily switching to the left hand will definitely affect the feel of the hit.

This deviation in feel will be infinitely amplified on this world stage.

So even Yukimura, the First-String members felt that this was a strategic mistake on Yukimura's part.

Oh In the experienced eyes of the First-String members, Yukimura still insisted on tossing the tennis ball into the air.

The tennis ball began to fall.

Yukimura's entire body leaned back, his knees bent to the limit, his whole person seeming to lie backward.

At the instant when the tennis ball was about to drop.

Yukimura's arm rose, the muscles on his arm constantly wriggling, then he suddenly smashed the tennis ball out!

Boom The tennis ball was like a fired lead bullet, heavy and fast.

The surrounding strong wind constantly stirred up gravel.

In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball had already slammed into the ground, leaving a spiderweb-like crack, dust instantly covering half of Medanore's court.

Boom Just as everyone widened their eyes, wanting to see the situation clearly,

First, there was a loud bang.

After that.

A powerful gust of wind blew away all the surrounding dust.

This was the effect produced by the collision of Medanore's racket and the tennis ball in an instant.

At this time, countless cracks appeared on the wall behind the racket because of the powerful force that had destroyed it.

Squeak Squeak The tennis ball kept spinning on the racket, making a squeaking sound.

A burnt smell wafted out.

Medanore's eyes remained unchanged, the muscles on his arm quickly bulged, and he slammed the tennis ball back!

Boom The concave strings made a crisp sound, immediately rebounding the tennis ball.

The powerful force was released at this instant, like a herd of wild horses, rushing towards Yukimura's court.

A visible vacuum zone was drawn wherever it passed.

Yukimura took a step, his body quickly appearing at the landing point.

The power on his arm did not decrease from before, even gathering more power to receive the tennis ball in the racket.

Yu A booming sound echoed throughout the court.

The tennis ball was also carrying a strong spin at this time, constantly pulling Yukimura's racket backward.

Yukimura's arm sank, he felt that Medanore's power was more savage and powerful than the last time If he wasn't careful, the tennis ball might fly out from the side of the racket.

He stepped down.

He used the strength on his arm to hit the tennis ball back.

And this position directly pointed to Medanore's blind spot.

If Medanore wanted to hit this ball back, he could only hit the ball with his backhand, reducing the power given to the tennis ball.