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

"What's going on?"

"How did they suddenly score?"

"What kind of speed was that serve??"

"That speed—it's way too fast, isn't it??"

The audience in the entire stadium couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The Neon team didn't show any signs of joy; instead, they looked at the court with serious expressions.

"Mach Serve!"

A glint of brilliance flashed in Camus's eyes.

Whoosh...

On the opposite side, Yukimura tossed the tennis ball up once more.

The moment the racket hit the tennis ball, Camus's expression drastically changed.

He took a step forward, and his figure vanished from the spot.

Then, Camus abruptly raised his racket.

Thud! A muffled sound of a hit suddenly echoed as Camus received the ball!

"World-class is indeed world-class!"

Kikujiro Oni's expression slightly darkened upon seeing this.

"That guy will definitely find a way."

Equallyin Phoenix said, looking at Yukimura on the court.

Shuji Tanegashima, Kazuya Irie, Tsukimitsu Ochi, and others had extremely grave expressions.

"That feeling again!"

Camus stared at Yukimura, his brow furrowed.

"However—even if you can see through my movements, you can't stop this match!!"

As he spoke, the racket in Camus's hand trembled, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body once more.

Camus was no longer holding back at all. What he needed to do now was to end this match as quickly as possible!

He had to win!

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

The referee's voice rang out again, filled with excitement.

Camus had finally tied the score!

This was definitely a good thing for the French team!

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

In an instant, shouts echoed throughout the entire stadium once more. Countless spectators' faces flushed red, their expressions extremely excited.

However, the situation of the match had already been transmitted to all parts of the world via live broadcast.

Looking at the purple figure on the court, a thought emerged in the hearts of all the spectators.

"The Neon team has lost!"

After all, the opponent was Leopold Camus!

The strongest genius in the French team!

Inside Neon Country.

Genichiro Sanada, Renji Yanagi, and Juzaburo Mori looked at Yukimura's figure on the live broadcast, their expressions grave.

"Seiichi—will not lose!"

Renji Yanagi said in a deep voice.

In his eyes, Yukimura would not lose.

"That's right, Seiichi will not lose!"

Genichiro Sanada nodded heavily.

Juzaburo Mori didn't say anything, his expression gradually becoming serious.

At this time, everyone was anticipating Yukimura to counterattack and then achieve victory in this match!

"This Camus—"

Nyudo Mifune's pupils slightly constricted, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"I never thought that this old man would misjudge one day. He is indeed a genius!"

He originally thought that Duke Watanabe would be stronger than Camus, but now it seems that there wasn't much difference between the two.

"The situation of this match is a bit bad!"

Nyudo Mifune thought secretly, looking at Yukimura on the court.

Yukimura, in the Zero-sensory Tennis state, was not paying attention to anything around him, having deprived himself of the five senses, completely shielding himself from everything outside.

Nyudo Mifune was well aware of this.

But this was far from enough to face Camus!

Now, the only hope was for Yukimura to break through and reach the world-class level!

"This old man believes you definitely will!"

Nyudo Mifune stared at Yukimura's figure.

Because he was Yukimura Seiichi, known as the Child of God, and also the most talented person Nyudo Mifune had ever seen!

At this moment.

All the hopes of the Neon team were placed on Yukimura.

Countless people were praying for Yukimura to win!

Fifth game.

Camus's serve.

At the baseline, Camus's aura was still strong, his gaze fixed on Yukimura on the opposite side.

"Even if you deprive yourself of your five senses, you can't change the outcome of this match."

Although these words were arrogant, Camus seemed to be stating a fact.

The French team would not lose, and he would not lose either!

Yukimura didn't answer Camus, his emotionless pupils flickering with specks of light, like flowing light, extremely faint.

Whoosh—...

Camus tossed the tennis ball high, and at the same time, Yukimura had already moved his feet.

At this moment, Yukimura's mental strength had reached its limit.

All of his tennis skills were based on mental strength as a fulcrum. The stronger the mental strength, the stronger the power of the tennis skills would naturally be.

Yukimura's sixth sense was completely achieved through his own mental strength, reaching another unknown realm.

In Yukimura's mind, Camus's hitting action and the ball's landing point were all seen by him.

In just an instant, Yukimura's figure had already arrived at the landing point.

"Are you kidding me!!"

"What did he do??"

"Even if it's prediction, how could he possibly know the landing point of Camus's hit in advance??"

After seeing Yukimura's movements, the French team couldn't believe it.

At this moment, something suddenly occurred to Medanolé, Bolk, and others.

"Sixth sense—"

A soft murmur sounded, but no one heard it.

Except for Goder John!

Bang! Immediately afterward, the sound of a hit rang out.

Yukimura's expression didn't change at all, and at the same time, he raised the racket in his hand.

The speed of the swing produced an afterimage, extremely fast!

Thud! Accompanied by a muffled sound, Yukimura's racket had hit the tennis ball.

On the opposite side, Camus's figure had disappeared.

Although he couldn't predict the future, with his own strength, Camus could easily hit Yukimura's counterattack back.

Tap tap! Urgent and slow footsteps rang out as Camus's figure had rushed to the front of the tennis ball.

Yukimura seemed to sense Camus's movements, and his figure instantly disappeared.

Camus's expression changed slightly, this scene surprised him somewhat.

Whoosh! A figure like lightning instantly appeared on the other side.

The right arm was raised, bringing up a chaotic airflow.

The left hand was opened.

A dazzling and glaring purple and gold light emitted from his hand.

It seemed that the entire court was shrouded in a terrifying aura.

"Light Shot!!"

Seeing Yukimura's actions, Amadeus's expression changed.

But the aura emanating from Yukimura was almost the same as that of Equallin Phoenix!

Amadeus had fought with Equallin Phoenix, so he was very clear about the power of the Light Shot!

For Medanolé and others, it was just a bit surprising, but for many spectators—they just felt a very terrifying aura.

The light became more and more dazzling, almost dyeing Yukimura's entire body with a layer of color.

"The ball—is glowing??!!"

Camus's expression changed. He had never seen this kind of skill before.

An extremely dangerous aura shrouded Camus. The hair on his entire body stood on end, and a chill instantly flowed through his body.

"What's going on!!"

Camus couldn't understand. In an instant, the light in Yukimura's hand dissipated, and the purple and gold light disappeared.

With a loud bang, a huge sound instantly exploded on the entire court.

Whoosh whoosh! With Yukimura as the center, terrifying air currents continuously spread out towards the surroundings.

Streams of dust constantly rolled up from behind Yukimura, and the dust submerged the entire court.

Suddenly, a bright and dazzling light erupted again.

The light passed through the dust, illuminating the surroundings.

Boom!

The next second, the tennis ball flew out of the racket.

Boom boom boom! The entire court was shaking, and the air was boiling and screaming at this moment!