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

#87 - In his dream, Camus saw his future!

"That's right!"

Herbert Norton said, "Camus won't lose."

The others nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

That's Camus we're talking about!

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Leopold Camus, the man who changed the entire French tennis world!

Although Yukimura showed great strength, in their eyes, Camus couldn't possibly lose!

Simply because his name is Leopold Camus!

Mifune Nyudo's expression didn't change at all when he saw Camus tie the score.

On the contrary, Mifune Nyudo had expected this to happen.

Camus is a world-class player, while Yukimura is near world-class; there's a gap between them to begin with.

"Whether you can break through yourself in this match... depends on you."

Mifune Nyudo looked at Yukimura on the court, thinking to himself.

Equallyin Phoenix, Oni Jujiro, Taneshima Shuji, Irie Kanata, and everyone else's expressions became serious.

It could be said that they had placed all their hopes on Yukimura for the outcome of this match.

The current score is 2:0. If Yukimura loses this match, then the Nihon team will be eliminated.

As for the other group's round-robin, the Nihon team doesn't hold any hope.

"Polk, can Camus really hear the sound of the tennis ball?"

On the other side of the stands, Q.P. looked at Polk.

"Not sure."

Polk shook his head and said, "All of France is saying that he can hear the sound of the tennis ball."

"Leopold Camus!"

Medanore and Amadeus's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Medanore, Polk, Amadeus, and Camus—these four names truly resonate throughout the world!

The four of them have never faced each other, and they don't know each other's true strength, but one thing is certain.

All four of them are world-class players!

Medanore and Polk are true professional players.

Amadeus and Camus will only truly become professional players after the U-17 World Cup ends.

This difference... was instantly reflected.

In a corner of the stands, a figure with dark green hair was staring intently at Yukimura on the court.

Echizen Ryoga!

The Echizen Ryoga who had faced Yukimura in Kanagawa Prefecture!

"Is this your true strength?"

Echizen Ryoga's dark brown eyes revealed a sharp glint.

The spectators didn't react at all, and then they saw Yukimura move on the big screen.

The coat draped over his shoulders rustled, and his figure disappeared from the spot as an afterimage.

The racket unfolded, instantly hitting the tennis ball, and a muffled sound spread, constantly echoing in the gymnasium.

In an instant, Yukimura's arm rotated, his body retreated, and the power within his body suddenly erupted.

A terrifying sound of air being torn apart rang out on the court, and the sound wave stirred up an astonishing airflow!

The entire court was covered by the terrifying airflow, and the tennis ball almost instantly smashed hard on the ground.

The powerful force caused the court to tremble, and dust instantly filled the air.

Camus's figure was as fast as lightning, instantly rushing out of the dust, seemingly casually swinging his racket, but Yukimura could see the terrifying power contained within Camus's swing!

A loud bang was heard.

Yukimura's return was instantly hit back by Camus.

On the opposite side, Yukimura took a step, his figure as swift as lightning, instantly rushing to the mid-court.

"What is he trying to do?"

Seeing Yukimura's movements, the French team's members raised their eyebrows.

This scene was just like... the scene when Camus scored just now.

"Could it be that he wants to use the way Camus scored to win back a point?"

Duke Watanabe thought to himself as he watched Yukimura.

Not only did the French team's members think so, but Medanore, Polk, and others also subconsciously thought so.

Suddenly, Yukimura, who had run to the mid-court, suddenly changed his movements, rotating the racket in his hand, at the moment when the tennis ball passed over the net.

With a flick of his arm, the tennis ball was instantly lifted high into the sky.

Seeing the tennis ball in the high sky, everyone present turned their gazes to the tennis ball.

Camus's figure had already begun to run at some unknown time.

The next moment, Camus's figure appeared in the high sky.

Below, Yukimura's amethyst-like pupils flashed with a purple luster.

Camus, who originally wanted to smash, paused, and another scene seemed to appear in his eyes.

In just an instant, Camus instantly changed his movements, instantly changing from the original posture of wanting to smash to a stroke!

The tennis ball turned into a stream of light, instantly piercing through the court, flying towards Yukimura's empty court.

"What's going on??"

Seeing Camus suddenly change his hitting route, everyone was stunned.

However, a purple figure flashed in their eyes.

Yukimura's figure had already intercepted the tennis ball.

Camus's pupils suddenly contracted when he saw Yukimura.

Bang! The sound of the ball being hit entered his ears, and the tennis ball instantly fell behind Camus at lightning speed.

After the tennis ball landed, it quickly rushed out of the baseline.

"15:30!!"

After a few seconds of silence, the referee's voice rang out.

"What's going on?"

In the French team's rest area, Lou André and others frowned.

"Camus could have smashed just now, why did he suddenly change his hitting route?"

Herbert Norton said very puzzled.

"15:15!!"

The referee saw Camus score and immediately announced, his voice even higher than when Yukimura scored.

It seems that this referee is also a supporter of the French team.

"Camus will win!!"

"France!! France!! France!! France!!"

Suddenly, cheers erupted again in the gymnasium.