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

“As expected of you, Juujirou Oni!”

Byoudouin Houou coldly shouted: “But this time, I'll send you to hell!!!”

Having said that, he had already smashed the tennis ball back!

Whoosh—

A terrifying sound of air being torn apart rang out, and the tennis ball almost instantly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Juujirou Oni's expression faltered, his eyes filled with gravity.

He could feel that Byoudouin Houou had undergone a tremendous change compared to before.

It was a feeling of hell!

As if he had returned from hell!

Juujirou Oni took a step forward, quickly appearing at the ball's landing point, his astonishing speed leaving afterimages in place.

Seiichi Yukimura's purple eyes narrowed slightly. In his eyes, Juujirou Oni's speed was already at its limit.

Boom!

A deafening sound instantly exploded in the ears of all the high school students.

—

A powerful air current appeared around Juujirou Oni, and the impact of the air current stirred up a thick cloud of dust behind him.

The astonishing air current continuously spread outwards, causing the high school students' clothes to flutter.

“This level is not enough to send me to hell!!!”

Juujirou Oni roared in a low voice, his muscles writhing, his power erupting, and he instantly smashed the tennis ball out.

Rumble!!!

A huge sound rang out.

The air was torn apart, the entire court shook violently, a wisp of green smoke filled the air, and the pungent smell of burning permeated the air.

Swish!

The racket was raised, creating afterimages.

This speed of swinging the racket was extremely fast!

Countless high school students simply did not react.

Shuuji Tanegashima narrowed his eyes, his pupils slightly constricted.

“He's strong!”

Tsukimitsu Ochi's voice rang out, his tone heavy.

‘If he wasn't strong, Byoudouin wouldn't have come down the mountain.’

Shuuji Tanegashima said: “This revenge match has already surpassed the previous one.”

On the balcony, Seiichi Yukimura's eyes were fixed on Byoudouin Houou and Juujirou Oni.

The aura on the two men's bodies grew stronger and stronger, the high school students constantly retreated, and a thick cloud of dust continuously swirled up, almost filling the two men's court.

Rumble!

The collision of the racket and the tennis ball formed a vortex of air, raging from Byoudouin Houou as the center.

The burst of air instantly dispersed the dust.

Byoudouin Houou's figure appeared in everyone's eyes.

The tennis ball continuously rotated within the racket, the strings began to lower, and the blood vessels on Byoudouin Houou's arm were clearly visible.

Boom!

In an instant, Byoudouin Houou's power suddenly erupted, instantly smashing the ball back.

Juujirou Oni gripped his racket tightly. The power brought by this ball was definitely beyond his imagination!

But, Juujirou Oni had no intention of retreating!

Suddenly, Juujirou Oni had already rushed towards the tennis ball, swinging his racket at the same time.

Boom!

The terrifying sound of the ball being struck continuously echoed in the court, and the air exploded.

Crack!

The air current seemed to condense into a point, heavily bombarding the wall behind Juujirou Oni. A cracking sound rang out, and a crack appeared on the wall.

Then the cracks continuously spread, scattering like a spider web.

“Return to me!!”

Juujirou Oni roared angrily, forcibly hitting Byoudouin Houou's powerful ball back.

The tennis ball accelerated again, the terrifying sound of air being torn apart continuously ringing out, bringing with it a terrifying air current that pounced towards Byoudouin Houou.

The air current stirred up dust, instantly submerging Byoudouin Houou's half of the court.

Thump—

The tennis ball slammed heavily on the ground, the astonishing power causing the ground to sink.

Byoudouin Houou's eyes narrowed, the tennis ball quickly rushed out of the baseline.

Crack—

The tennis ball heavily collided with the wall, a large hole appearing in the wall, the tennis ball directly embedded in the wall.

Little bits of gravel fell to the ground.

The thick dust was blown away by the air current, revealing the court.

"15:0!"

The staff member glanced at the situation on the court and announced the score.

“Hiss…”

Sounds of gasping for air continuously rang out. The high school students wiped away their cold sweat, looking at the scene on the court, their eyes filled with horror.

Juujirou Oni's strength was too terrifying—.

“Juujirou Oni is too strong!!”

The high school students looked at Juujirou Oni standing on the baseline, a chill rising in their hearts.

“Oni takes the first point.”

Kazuya Irie's eyes revealed a sharp glint, but according to what he thought, Byoudouin Houou would quickly take the score back.

“These two people are really terrifying!”

Shuuji Tanegashima looked at the situation on the court and shook his head: “It seems that after this match is over, we'll have to repair the court again.”

Tsukimitsu Ochi remained silent, his eyes always on the court. "Yukimura, do you still think Byoudouin will win now?”

On the balcony, Saito Itaru looked at Seiichi Yukimura and asked with a smile.

“Of course.”

Seiichi Yukimura nodded and said: “Although the score of the first ball is important, the result of the match is more important. When the match ends, Coach, you will know.”

Yuki夫 Kurobe and Ryuuji Takaneda subconsciously looked towards Seiichi Yukimura.

“This match has already entered an unknown realm.”

Yuki夫 Kurobe said: “Who can win can only be seen who can last until the end.”

“What is your reason for believing that Byoudouin will win?”

Ryuuji Takaneda asked Seiichi Yukimura.

“One part is intuition, and the other part…”

Seiichi Yukimura chuckled. “The other part?”

These words immediately made all three coaches look at Seiichi Yukimura.

“It's nothing.”

Seiichi Yukimura shook his head and said, not explaining.

The three coaches saw that Seiichi Yukimura did not want to explain, and did not continue to ask.

Then they focused their attention on the court.

“Juujirou Oni!”

Byoudouin Houou glanced at the wall behind him, his expression incomparably cold.

“Come on, Byoudouin!”

Juujirou Oni said in a deep voice: “Let me see, what have you experienced during this time! Do you have the qualifications to send me to hell!!”

“As you wish, Juujirou Oni!!”

Byoudouin Houou's eyes turned cold, and the aura on his body instantly erupted.

A gloomy aura enveloped the entire court, and the high school students only felt that the temperature in the air had dropped a lot.

“What's going on?”

A sense of foreboding inexplicably appeared in the hearts of the high school students, and cold sweat instantly soaked their backs.

“Isn't this a bit exaggerated?”

Akiba Koyo's face revealed cold sweat. “Terrifying!!”

Yuuto Itatani took a deep breath, his face somewhat pale.

Kazuya Irie, Shuuji Tanegashima, and Tsukimitsu Ochi's faces were grave.

This aura was as if it had returned from hell.

Juujirou Oni's eyes narrowed, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body as well.

After feeling this aura, Byoudouin Houou's expression did not show the slightest surprise, his pair of pupils filled with coldness.

“This aura…”

Seiichi Yukimura's purple eyes narrowed slightly.

Ashura Demon Path...

Ashura Demon Path, also known as the Path to Hell. To step into the Ashura Demon Path, one must experience many serious defeats, integrate those unwilling and persistent thoughts into the spirit of tennis, and finally reach a stage through hellish training.

Only in this way can one barely step into the Ashura Demon Path!

Whether it was Byoudouin Houou or Juujirou Oni, both of them had bet everything on that match!

Holding the determination to win even if it meant death!

‘From now on, the real match begins!’

Seiichi Yukimura thought so.