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

"You are the Child of God in my eyes!"

Iriye Michizō looked at Yukimura on the court, a hint of determination in his eyes.

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With a booming sound, the tennis ball shot towards Camus with unimaginable power and speed.

Camus remained calm, and with a step, his figure disappeared from the spot.

This is the strength of a world-class player like Camus!

"He can see through my movements?"

The moment Camus moved, he saw that Yukimura was already prepared.

"In that case—"

In an instant, Camus had already made a response.

With a loud bang, the air began to vibrate.

The tennis ball turned into a streak of light and shot out.

Deafening explosions continued to erupt, the air was torn apart at this moment, and the space of the entire court began to tremble.

The tennis ball, like lightning, instantly pierced through the court, passing by Yukimura's side in a flash.

Dong! As the sound of the tennis ball landing echoed, the entire court shook violently, and then a stream of light flashed past everyone's eyes.

"So fast!"

Byodoin Houou's expression became serious. Onijujiro Shuji said in a deep voice, "Leopold Camus, this is his true strength!"

"Yukimura is in danger!"

Tanegashima Shūji, Irie Kanata, and Ochi Tsukimitsu's expressions turned grim.

Chloe didn't say anything, just watched the match on the court.

"15:0!!"

The referee suppressed his excitement and shouted loudly.

The originally silent stadium erupted in amazing cheers again.

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

Camus's score excited countless spectators.

"Even though I can see a glimpse of the 'future', I still can't return it."

Iriye Michizō's expression was indifferent, this was the difference in strength between the two.

"Yukimura, what are you going to do now?"

Looking at Yukimura on the court, Iriye Michizō's pupils involuntarily contracted.

On the court.

Yukimura didn't seem to care about Camus's score at all, and returned to the baseline on his own.

Camus frowned as he looked at Yukimura.

As expected, depriving him of his five senses, Yukimura wouldn't care about anything outside.

Now, Yukimura only has victory in his eyes!

"I will not lose this match."

"This match—it's far from over!"

Medanovic, Volk, Amadeus, Q.P, and even Echizen Ryoga, all felt that this match wouldn't end so easily.

"What kind of strength will you display?"

Apart from the audience in the stadium, everyone focused their attention on Yukimura.

Bang bang bang! In an instant, deafening ball-hitting sounds came from the entire stadium.

The speed of the two was so fast that many spectators couldn't see it with their naked eyes.

Yukimura entered the state of Zero- অনুভব Tennis, coupled with his sixth sense's ability to predict the future, and didn't fall behind against Camus!

It's just that in the eyes of other spectators, Yukimura is now being suppressed.

After all, the opponent is Camus!

Leopold Camus!

As Camus unleashed his full power, the score between the two also changed.

30:0!

40:0!

"Game, France, Leopold Camus, score 2:1!"

The referee's voice spread throughout the court.

Camus brought the score back after being one game behind!

"Camus!! Camus!! Camus!! Camus!!"

Immediately, amazing shouts rang out throughout the stadium.

"Camus will definitely win!!"

In the French team, except for Duke Watanabe, everyone firmly believed that Camus would win!

Duke Watanabe looked at the score on the court and sighed.

If Camus wins this match, then the French team will defeat the Japanese team 3:0, thereby winning the group stage.

It's just—

No one would believe that Camus would lose this match!

Just because that person is called Leopold Camus!

Fourth game.

Yukimura's serve.

The entire stadium was cheering for Camus, and heavy pressure enveloped the Japanese team.

Byodoin Houou's expression didn't change. When he was wandering the world, he encountered far greater difficulties than these, but he still survived.

Byodoin Houou was no stranger to these scenes.

Similarly, Yukimura, who had entered the state of Zero- অনুভব Tennis, couldn't feel this terrifying pressure.

Zero- অনুভব Tennis had shielded Yukimura from other external information and sounds. Now, Yukimura only had one goal in his eyes, and that was to defeat Camus in front of him!

Then—

Under everyone's gaze, Yukimura tossed the tennis ball high into the air.

At the same time, he raised his right arm high, aimed at the tennis ball, and immediately swung his racket.

Bang! In an instant, Yukimura's racket hit the tennis ball. The moment the sound of the hit rang out.

Swoosh! Like a stream of light in the dark night, a gleam flashed past Camus's eyes.

As the sound of the tennis ball landing rang out, Camus's eyes suddenly contracted.

A tennis ball rolled to Camus's feet.

"What a fast serve!!"

Medanovic's expression changed slightly.

"Mach Serve!"

Q.P looked at Yukimura and said in a deep voice, "That is Ochi Tsukimitsu's serve from the Japanese team. At full power, the speed is even faster than yours!"

"But—"

Speaking of this, Q.P frowned involuntarily.

Ochi Tsukimitsu's Mach Serve relies on his height advantage to display such a fast ball speed.

Yukimura is only a first-year junior high school student, and he doesn't have any advantage in height, but his ball speed can actually be the same as the Mach Serve??

This made Q.P unable to understand.

"The speed of this ball—is too fast!"

Volk's tone was a bit heavy. He had to say—Yukimura's serve shocked him.

"A full-powered Mach Serve, even surpassing professional players!"

Q.P's gaze turned to Ochi Tsukimitsu in the Japanese team.

"The Japanese team is really a dark horse!"

Amadeus praised, because the strength shown by the Japanese team since participating in the U-17 World Cup has completely surprised everyone.

"Although the serve speed is fast, it's not impossible to counterattack—especially for Camus."

Medanovic glanced at Yukimura and said, "His flaw—is too fatal."

Just like Q.P said, Ochi Tsukimitsu's Mach Serve has a great advantage in height, but Yukimura can't make up for this point.

What's more—Camus can hear the sound of the tennis ball!

1...15:0!!

The referee looked at Camus, and then announced loudly, his voice trembling. After being a referee for so long, he had never seen such a terrifying junior high school student.