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

“This is terrifying!”

Shuji Tanegashima looked at the court with a solemn expression. The wall and stairs behind Jūjirō Oni had almost completely collapsed.

碎石洒在地上，弥漫着的烟尘看起来就像是废墟一般. (This sentence is already translated in the previous sentence)

“Byōdōin Hōō, truly worthy of being number one!”

Ochi Tsukimitsu said in a deep voice. When he was the captain of Hyotei, there was only one voice and figure in the tennis world.

And that person was Byōdōin Hōō!

At that time, reports about Byōdōin Hōō had spread throughout Japan.

People like Hyotei's Captain Ochi Tsukimitsu, Rikkaidai's Captain Shuji Tanegashima, and Shitenhōji's Captain Kazuya Irie were even praised as the Diamond Generation!

At that time, no one could defeat Byōdōin Hōō in a match.

Even at the U-17 training camp, Byōdōin Hōō was still this strong.

I never thought Byōdōin would become this strong.

Saitō Itaru said, looking at Byōdōin Hōō on the court,

“The aura on his body… the Asura Path.”

Kashida and Kurobe Yukio said, “As expected of someone personally trained by the head coach.”

Togekura Ryūji nodded, his eyes scrutinizing Jūjirō Oni's half of the court.

“Yukimura, do you still think Byōdōin will win?”

Saitō Itaru asked Yukimura.

“Of course.”

Yukimura nodded, his tone still gentle. “Although their strengths have both reached the same realm, there are still differences between them.”

“Differences?”

Kurobe Yukio asked after hearing Yukimura's assessment, “What kind of differences?”

“Personality.”

Yukimura chuckled. “The three coaches should be well aware of this, right?”

“I didn’t expect you to notice it at a glance.”

Togekura Ryūji looked at Yukimura and said, “You’re right, their personalities are indeed very different.”

“Byōdōin's every match is focused on victory; it can be said that his eyes are only on victory.”

“Are there any other reasons?”

Immediately, the three coaches all looked at Yukimura.

“The coaches will know after watching this match.”

Yukimura shook his head, not explaining.

The three coaches exchanged glances and didn't ask further, immediately focusing their attention back on the court.

On the court.

The smoke and dust filling Jūjirō Oni's half of the court instantly dissipated, revealing Jūjirō Oni's figure.

Jūjirō Oni's eyes gleamed with a dark light, and an oppressive aura emanated from his body. The struggling phantom behind him became even more solid.

“Jūjirō Oni, I've been waiting for this moment!!!”

Byōdōin Hōō's expression darkened as he looked at the phantom behind Jūjirō Oni.

It was the ghostly phantom he had seen back then, the one that left an indelible scar on Jūjirō Oni's forehead.

Now is his time for revenge!

With a whoosh, Byōdōin Hōō's aura exploded, and the phantom of the skeleton behind him also became solid.

“Interdimensional versus Interdimensional…”

Yukimura's purple eyes flashed with light, his expression very serious.

The battle of the interdimensional has only just begun!

The score is now 15-15, a tie between the two. Breaking this deadlock won't be easy.

The match continues.

Jūjirō Oni continues to serve.

Boom!

An explosive sound erupted on the court, and an astonishing burst of air pressure was generated.

Like a cannonball, it quickly rushed towards Byōdōin Hōō.

Fast!

Extremely fast!

Even in the eyes of Irie Kazuya, Tanegashima Shūji, and Ochi Tsukimitsu, the tennis ball only flashed a dark light before disappearing from their sight.

Byōdōin Hōō sneered, taking a step forward, his figure turning into afterimages.

“He moved—”

Yukimura's eyes stared at the phantom behind Byōdōin Hōō, muttering.

Crack.

The skeleton phantom seemed to be wearing pirate attire, with a Western sword appearing in its hand.

Then, the skeleton's figure seemed to merge with Byōdōin Hōō.

A cold light flashed in Byōdōin Hōō's eyes, and the racket in his hand seemed to turn into a Western sword—

The swinging racket created bursts of air-splitting sounds, and a flash of sword light appeared!

Boom!!

The Western sword heavily stabbed the tennis ball, and a terrifying airwave spread from Byōdōin Hōō.

“An interdimensional clash…”

Kurobe Yukio looked at Byōdōin Hōō and Jūjirō Oni on the court, a sigh in his eyes.

How many years has it been?

Hasn't Japan seen such strong high school students in a long time?

Japan's world ranking for U-17 is always at the bottom. Every time the U-17 World Cup is held, Japan's U-17 is basically at the bottom.

Now, the first string in the U-17 training camp has even been disbanded by the head coach, Mifune Nyūdō.

Why disband them?

Isn't it because the current first string is too weak, not only weak but also arrogant!

Byōdōin Hōō and Jūjirō Oni alone can crush the first string.

“The two of them are already close to world-class, right?”

Togekura Ryūji said with some emotion.

World-class!

That is a representation of strength, representing the verification of being able to stand on the world's tennis stage!

“Besides Byōdōin and Jūjirō, the others are also very good!”

Saitō Itaru said meaningfully, his eyes looking towards Irie Kazuya, Tanegashima Shūji, and Ochi Tsukimitsu.

“And…”

Finally, Saitō Itaru looked at Yukimura.

Perhaps Yukimura will also be world-class in the future.

Hearing Saitō Itaru's words, Togekura Ryūji and Kurobe Yukio exchanged glances.

Yukimura's expression was calm, his purple eyes watching the match between Byōdōin Hōō and Jūjirō Oni on the court.

The interdimensional level of confrontation has already turned into another kind of match in Yukimura's eyes.

That is another realm, the interdimensional realm!

Boom!!

Suddenly, an incredibly terrifying explosion rang out.

The demon god behind Jūjirō Oni had already raised a black giant axe.

With a flash of dark light, a black light instantly split open the waves in front of him!

The entire sea surface began to shake continuously, and rainstorms continued to fall on Jūjirō Oni.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and the scene in front of Jūjirō Oni changed again.

Jūjirō Oni stood on the deck of a pirate ship, with a skull pirate captain holding a Western sword appearing in front of him. "Byōdōin Hōō!!"

The moment he saw the skull captain, Byōdōin Hōō's face appeared in front of him.

“Die!! Jūjirō Oni!!”

Byōdōin Hōō raised his Western sword and instantly stabbed towards Jūjirō Oni.

The two's interdimensional clashed in the interdimensional realm.

Boom boom boom!!

The entire space of the court trembled continuously, and smoke and dust covered the entire court, making it impossible to see what was happening.

Every time they swung their rackets, the walls behind both of them would collapse continuously, and many pits also appeared on the ground.

It looked like a ruin.

Drip…

Drip…

A pungent smell of blood began to fill the air. Although it was covered by thick smoke and dust, Yukimura could still see the bright red blood appearing on the ground.