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

"So, the match between Byodoin Hooh and Yukimura is scheduled for the afternoon?"

Togechii Ryuji pondered for a moment and said.

"The specific time will be chosen by Byodoin Hooh and his team."

Saito Itaru said, his eyes gleaming.

"A junior high student at the quasi-world level, it's truly astonishing no matter how you look at it."

Togechii Ryuji said softly, "It's hard to believe now that we actually had Fuba Iron Man test him."

"Isn't it a bit ridiculous?"

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Kurobe Yukio said calmly, "To be honest, it is quite ridiculous."

"But isn't it good now anyway?"

Saito Itaru smiled and said, "Based on Yukimura's strength, he can definitely rank in the top three among all junior high students in the world."

"Germany's QualityofPerfect."

Kurobe Yukio's tone was somewhat solemn, "He already demonstrated great strength in his third year of junior high. According to information from overseas, he has become a member of the German national team."

Togechii Ryuji said in a deep voice, "I've also read reports about him. I heard that he has been receiving tennis elite education since he was young, and he belongs to the elite among the genius group, and is known as the highest masterpiece of German tennis youth education."

"Moreover, he is also a tennis strategist."

"Not only that, but he also holds the position of chief strategist in the German team."

"He is very clear about the situation of the German team."

QP's strength is undoubtedly very strong.

You should know that it is the King German national team. Being able to become a member of the German national team at the age of a third-year junior high school student is enough to show QP's strength.

And QP is also the chief strategist of the King German team. Except for Volk, everyone else listens to him very much.

"I think, when Yukimura is in the third grade, he will definitely be stronger than this QP."

Saito Itaru said so.

"He has reached the quasi-world level in the first grade, let alone the third grade."

Togechii Ryuji said, "Before that, he needs to truly step into the world level!"

Kurobe Yukio nodded.

"Okay, let's not talk about this matter for now, let's prepare for the next thing."

Saito Itaru and Togechii Ryuji nodded.

Afternoon.

A certain court at the U-17 training camp.

"I wonder how the match between Yukimura and Byodoin will go."

Tanegashima Shuji sat on the steps, watching Yukimura and Byodoin Hooh in the court and said.

"Isn't this kind of thing very clear to you, Shuji?"

Irie Kanata said, "In the past few days, although Yukimura hasn't changed much, at least in terms of ball control and technique, he has surpassed the past too much."

Under the hellish training of Byodoin Hooh's five-man team every day, Yukimura is constantly growing.

At the same time, Irie Kanata and Ochi Tsukimitsu can't help Yukimura much in terms of mental strength.

When the three of them are training, they basically discuss other uses of mental tennis techniques.

Oni Jujiro looked at Yukimura, his eyes filled with emotion.

Ten days.

Yukimura's growth is visible to the naked eye.

"Yukimura serves first."

Oni Jujiro said.

Baseline, Yukimura looked at Byodoin Hooh opposite, his purple eyes slightly sank.

A strong aura instantly emanated from Byodoin Hooh's body. With Byodoin Hooh as the center, a cloud of dust was instantly blown away.

Yukimura's eyes gradually became sharp, and the aura on his body also emitted a boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The collision of the two auras instantly stirred up several strong air currents in the court.

"Not bad aura."

Byodoin Hooh said lightly.

Yukimura directly threw the tennis ball high into the air.

Immediately afterwards, Yukimura exerted force from his legs and leaped into the air.

When the tennis ball reached its highest point and fell, Yukimura swung his racket.

Bang The racket hit the tennis ball, and a dull hitting sound was heard.

Like a falling meteor, it was so fast that a sonic boom was produced in the air.

The tennis ball quickly rushed towards Byodoin Hooh.

"Not bad speed."

Byodoin Hooh looked at Yukimura's serve and commented.

The speed of this ball is definitely at 270km/h!

Looking at the entire U-17 training camp, basically no high school student can receive this ball.

Of course — — — · · except for Byodoin Hooh and others.

Byodoin Hooh took a step.

Step —

His figure was as fast as lightning, and he appeared at the landing point of the tennis ball in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, he had already raised the racket in his hand.

Bang The moment the racket collided with the tennis ball, several sonic booms surged with Byodoin Hooh as the center.

Whoosh The tennis ball was like an arrow leaving the string, and the sonic boom continued to sound.

The air was cut open, and the resistance did not stop the speed of the tennis ball at all!

Fast!

So fast to the extreme!

The ball speed of the return alone has reached this point!

Opposite, Yukimura's purple eyes flashed,

A amethyst-like luster flashed deep in his eyes, and his figure instantly disappeared in place.

Tatata A rush of footsteps came, and Yukimura immediately appeared at the landing point of the tennis ball, his right arm raised, driving a strong airflow, bringing up wisps of smoke and dust on the ground.

Bang A deafening sound exploded in the ears of Oni Jujiro and others.

Yukimura held the racket tightly, feeling the power coming from the tennis ball, his expression serious.

Immediately afterwards, his arm muscles squirmed, and a powerful force burst out in an instant.

The tennis ball paused slightly on the racket for a second, and then burst out like a cannonball.

—

The tennis ball was attached with a white swirl, the air was instantly torn apart, and a terrifying air wave rolled up across the entire court.

The whooshing sound of the air currents grew stronger, causing Yukimura's clothes to flap loudly.

"Not bad, that shot," Oniju Jūjirō said, nodding as he watched Yukimura's return.

"What will be the result of this match's test?" Taneshima Shūji wondered silently. None of the four of them knew what Byōdōin Hōō would do.

Use overwhelming power?

Or slowly push Yukimura to the brink?

"Too weak!" Byōdōin Hōō frowned as he watched the approaching tennis ball, and he let out a cold shout.

With that, he arrived at the ball's landing point.

Swish—

He raised his racket and swung it the moment he saw the tennis ball.

A deafening boom echoed, instantly exploding in the air.

Immediately afterward, an incredibly powerful airflow burst forth from Byōdōin Hōō, scattering in all directions.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—like a raging wind, the astonishing air currents, centered on Byōdōin Hōō, covered the entire court, even extending beyond its boundaries.

Oniju Jūjirō and the other three froze.

Crack—Immediately following, a cracking sound rang out.

Behind Byōdōin Hōō, the chain-link fence was pierced by the impact of the air currents!

Rustle, rustle, rustle—the airflow crashed into the trees, causing leaves to fall, torn apart by the sharp currents.

Terrifying power condensed on the tennis ball, Byōdōin Hōō's arm muscles rippled, and his formidable strength exploded instantly.

Boom—The tennis ball transformed into a streak of light, roaring forth, the air constantly vibrating, and the terrifying power left a lingering trail of smoke behind the ball's trajectory.

Across the net, Yukimura's expression remained unchanged as he watched the approaching tennis ball.

A gleam—and excitement!—sparkled in his purple eyes.

The speed of the blood flowing through his body increased.

Yukimura could even hear his own heartbeat.

Swish—

His arm extended, and the racket spun.

Almost instantly, Yukimura charged toward the front of the court.

Rumble—A deafening explosion erupted, the formidable power causing the tennis ball to tremble.

The air currents scattered around like waves, instantly creating a vacuum around Yukimura!

Squeak—The racket in Yukimura's hand emitted a pained sound, the force traveling from the racket into Yukimura's arm.

The muscles in his arm instantly began to vibrate, and then wave after wave of power crashed into the racket.

Yukimura took a step back, his arm following closely, and then an astonishing force erupted from Yukimura's arm.

The next second, the tennis ball was ferociously struck out!

"The power is slightly lacking," Oniju Jūjirō said, watching Yukimura's earlier movements.

"It can't be helped, the bones in his arm haven't fully developed yet," Taneshima Shūji said. "Once Yukimura reaches the world-class level, his power will at least be stronger than it is now."

Irie Kanata and Ochi Tsukimitsu both nodded.

At the same time, on the court, Byōdōin Hōō's expression didn't change as he watched the tennis ball that Yukimura had returned.

Thump—Accompanying the sound of the tennis ball landing, the entire ground trembled.

Byōdōin Hōō raised both hands, forming a circular trajectory, and afterimages of his arms appeared in Yukimura's eyes.

"That is—"

Oniju Jūjirō and the others' expressions hardened as they saw Byōdōin Hōō's movements.

"Indian Cobra!" (PS: Not a place name, this is the name of the technique, it's originally called this, please don't ban me, thank you for the review)

Oniju Jūjirō remembered clearly that this was the technique he used during his first match against Byōdōin Hōō.

In an instant, the racket in Byōdōin Hōō's hand had already heavily struck the tennis ball.

The heavy sound spread out, and the airflow caused Byōdōin Hōō's clothes to flap loudly.

The air in the entire court instantly exploded, and then Byōdōin Hōō's arm instantly struck the tennis ball back.

Sizzle—A strong spin rubbed against the air, and a pungent, burning smell filled the court.

The tennis ball exploded near Yukimura's court like a flash of lightning.

Rumble—A loud bang rang out, and a cloud of dust filled the air.

After landing, the tennis ball seemed to have afterimages, as if dozens of tennis ball afterimages had appeared at that moment.

The tennis ball afterimages instantly rushed toward Yukimura in different directions, and the trajectories were very strange!

In Yukimura's eyes, the trajectories of these tennis ball afterimages seemed to have a line connecting them.

Finally forming—a snake!

Indian Cobra!

Byōdōin Hōō's skills could already be considered world-class!

No matter what aspect you look at, they far surpassed any other moves.

Whoosh—The tennis ball afterimages were like sharp gusts of air, rushing toward Yukimura in different directions.

Tear—The air was pierced in an instant, the tennis ball bringing a strong whirlwind, heading straight for Yukimura's baseline!

The whirlwind stirred up the dust on the ground, instantly submerging him.

"0:15!"

Oniju Jūjirō watched the changes on the court and then announced the score.

"He really isn't holding back at all," Taneshima Shūji said, watching Byōdōin Hōō's match on the court.

"If he were to hold back, wouldn't the training results be meaningless?" Irie Kanata pushed up his glasses and chuckled.

"That's true," Taneshima Shūji smiled.

"Yukimura isn't the defensive type," Ochi Tsukimitsu said at this time.

The five of them were very clear about Yukimura's playing style during this period.

He's not super offensive, but if anyone else were to play against Yukimura, they would definitely be overwhelmed.