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

The sound of the ball hitting the racket reverberated through the gymnasium.

In a flash, Yukimura's arm moved, his body recoiling as his power surged.

A terrifying sonic boom echoed across the court, the sound wave stirring up an astonishing gust of air!

The entire court was enveloped in the terrifying air current, the tennis ball slamming into the ground almost instantaneously.

The sheer force caused the court to tremble, and dust billowed up instantly.

Camus's figure was as swift as lightning, bursting out of the dust cloud in an instant, his swing seemingly casual, yet Yukimura could see the terrifying power contained within!

A deafening crash erupted.

Yukimura's return was instantly hammered back by Camus.

Across the net, Yukimura took a step, his figure as swift as lightning, instantly reaching the center of the court.

"What's he trying to do?"

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

The scene was almost identical to the moment when Camus had scored.

"Could he be trying to win back a point using the same method Camus used to score?"

Duke Watanabe wondered to himself as he watched Yukimura.

Not only the French team, but also Medanoré, Volk, and the others subconsciously thought the same.

Suddenly, Yukimura, who had run to the center of the court, abruptly changed his motion, rotating the racket in his hand as the tennis ball streaked over the net.

With a flick of his arm, the tennis ball was instantly lofted high into the air.

Seeing the tennis ball in the sky, everyone in the venue focused their gaze on it.

Camus's figure had already begun to move at some point.

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

Below, a purple glint flashed in Yukimura's amethyst-like eyes.

Camus, who had intended to smash the ball, faltered, his eyes seemingly seeing another scene.

In just an instant, Camus instantly changed his motion, switching from a smash to a drive!

The tennis ball transformed into a streak of light, instantly piercing through the court and flying towards Yukimura's open space.

"What's going on??"

Seeing Camus suddenly change his shot trajectory, everyone was stunned for a moment.

However, a purple figure flashed before their eyes.

Yukimura's figure had already intercepted the tennis ball.

Camus's pupils constricted sharply as he saw Yukimura.

The sound of the ball being struck reached his ears, and the tennis ball landed behind Camus in a flash.

After landing, the tennis ball rapidly shot out of bounds.

"15 : 30!!"

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

Herbert Norton said, utterly puzzled.

"Just what did that Yukimura Seiichi do?"

Lindsay Falkan stared intently at Yukimura on the court, her expression incredibly grave.

"What did Camus see just now?"

Duke Watanabe wondered as he looked at Camus's face.

When Camus was about to smash, he saw Camus hesitate, and in that instant, Camus instantly changed his shot trajectory.

But the question now is, what exactly did Camus see just now?

Not only the French team was puzzled, but Medanoré, Volk, and the others were also very confused.

"A mental skill?"

Medanoré's pupils darted back and forth across Yukimura's body, and he finally said hesitantly.

As a professional player, he had naturally faced many players on the professional stage, but he had once competed against a mental-type player — — — — —

That person was not a professional player, but someone he had encountered by chance.

At that time, Medanoré experienced the terror of a mental-type player, especially their mental skills.

And the feeling that Yukimura gave off now was very similar to that of the player Medanoré had encountered before.

But Medanoré sensed that the fluctuations from Yukimura were even stronger than that person!

"Is he a mental-type player?"

Volk's eyes narrowed sharply after hearing Medanoré's words.

"Are you sure?"

Amadeus stared at Medanoré and said, his tone very serious.

"Do you think I would lie?"

Medanoré looked at Amadeus.

Immediately, Amadeus fell silent.

Medanoré's reputation in the world was even higher than Volk's, and at this point, Medanoré naturally wouldn't bother lying.

"No wonder — — —"

Q.P. looked at Yukimura's figure, his expression becoming increasingly serious.

The moment Yukimura stepped onto the court, he sensed a terrifying fluctuation, which turned out to be Yukimura's own powerful mental power.

A mental-type player!

Even among professional players, there are not many of this type.

After all, mental-type players need to have stronger mental power than ordinary people. Without strong mental power, it is naturally impossible to become a mental-type player, let alone use mental skills.

They simply didn't expect that Yukimura would actually be a mental-type player!

"Camus must have seen something just now."

Medanoré said in a deep voice as he looked down at the court.

On the court.

Camus's expression was grave, and a look of apprehension appeared in his deep pupils.

At the instant he was about to smash the ball, an image appeared in his mind.

It was an image of Yukimura instantly counterattacking and scoring after he hit the smash, so Camus immediately changed his shot trajectory.

Just as Camus changed his shot trajectory, Yukimura reacted as well.

Then, the referee announced the score.

"What did you do?"

Camus gave Yukimura a deep look and said in a deep voice.

"I showed you the future."

Yukimura simply replied to Camus's question.

"My future?"

Camus's pupils trembled slightly.

How could this be possible??

No matter what, the idea of being shown the future was simply too bizarre.

Is such a thing even possible?

"Mental skill, Dream!"

In an instant, a gleam appeared in Camus's eyes.

Camus believed that it wasn't that Yukimura had shown him his future, but that Yukimura had used the mental skill 'Dream' to create an illusion for him!

In this way, he would follow the path set by Yukimura,

And at the same time, Yukimura would be able to react instantly!

"You seem to have thought of something?"

Yukimura noticed Camus's expression and chuckled softly.

"Your mental skill is indeed very strong."

Camus said in a deep voice: "From now on, I won't be like this anymore."

After saying that, Camus turned around and returned to the baseline.

"Dream?"

Yukimura chuckled softly after hearing Camus's words.

So, that's what Camus thought just now?

"Yukimura's Dream has been seen through?"

Shūji Tanegashima smiled and said in the Neon team's rest area: "If that's the case, Camus won't score another point!"

"Even world-class players will suffer if they face mental skills without finding a way to deal with them.

Kazuya Irie narrowed his eyes and said: "There's no doubt about that!"

Because Hōō Byōdōin and Jūjirō Oni were very clear about the terror of Yukimura's mental skills!

If Camus thought that what he just experienced was only Yukimura's Dream, then he was wrong.

"The next part is when Yukimura will show his terrifying side!"

Hōō Byōdōin said in a deep voice.

Chloe's gaze remained fixed on the court.

She had only seen this kind of match on professional courts!

She didn't expect Yukimura's strength to be so strong.