Prince of Tennis: People in Hyotei, health care dominates the world

The first time, the second time.

"It's finally my turn."

Swish.

Atobe smiled and walked slowly onto the court. Then he threw his coat toward the sky and

snapped his fingers quickly!

Snap!

"The winner will be me!"

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"Hyotei, Hyotei!"

"Hyotei! Hyotei!"

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"Rikkai University!! Rikkai University!"

"Rikkai University, Rikkai University!"

"..."

Instantly, the atmosphere inside and outside the court was ignited, and cheers rang out from the audience.

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"That guy, I hate his dragging look the most."

Kirihara's eyes revealed a dangerous aura, and he curled his lips in displeasure.

"Be careful."

Ryan turned his head to look at Kirihara who was a little impatient, and reminded him softly.

"Don't worry, after all, he is the minister of Hyotei, I won't underestimate him."

Kirihara nodded, took out the racket, and walked to the court with a serious look.

You know, a few months ago, Atobe defeated the deputy minister of Sanada, who he feared the most.

Even if he is unruly, he will not underestimate the opponent.

"Guess the side..."

"Forward or reverse?"

"..."

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After both sides guessed the side, Kirihara walked to the serving area with the tennis ball in his hand.

"Hey, Hyotei's guy, let me show you the power of irregular serve!"

Squeak.

Kirihara smiled grimly, then rotated his wrist slightly, letting the tennis ball fall freely.

The next moment, his racket was quickly pulled out from his chest!

Knuckle serve!

Swish...!

The tennis ball instantly showed irregular trajectories and rushed straight to Atobe!

Click.

However, immediately afterwards, a racket firmly grasped the tennis ball and hit it back easily!

"I didn't hear what you said clearly, please say it again!"

Atobe spoke slowly with a confident smile on his face.

Although he didn't understand the deeper use of his eyesight in the past two days, he had no problem seeing through Kirihara's irregular serve.

Even Kirihara was just a ball, not worth it for Atobe to use all his strength.

"Damn it!"

Kirihara's eyes turned red slightly, and then he pulled out the racket again.

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Bang!

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Bang!

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Off the court.

"Brother, do you think Hyotei can win this game?" Tachibana An clenched her fists and frowned.

In the previous game, Kirihara was too ruthless.

He beat Tachibana Jiping directly into the hospital.

Fortunately, after such a long time, Tachibana Jiping was discharged from the hospital and recovered. But she really couldn't swallow this breath.

"Maybe."

Tachibana Jiping looked solemn and looked at the court with a complicated face.

Kirihara's playing style is still somewhat similar to his.

Of course, his strength is not weak.

But in that game, he did not fully release his strength, otherwise he would not have lost so badly.

"...I really hope that Kirihara will be taught a lesson."

Tachibana An nodded, with hope on his face.

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Bang!

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"Intoxicate yourself with my gorgeous skills!"

Click.

Atobe stood on his tiptoes, jumped up, and then the racket was quickly smashed down.

The tennis ball instantly hit Kirihara's racket and sent him flying.

And that's not the end yet.

As Atobe stood up and smashed again, a flash of golden light flashed by Kirihara's side.

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"Game, Hyotei, Atobe Keigo scores, the score is 1-0! The two sides exchange venues!"

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"Atobe, Atobe——!"

"Hyotei! Hyotei!"

"So handsome, worthy of Atobe, this set of continuous smashes is so handsome!!"

"That's right, worthy of being the head of Hyotei!"

"Look, look, Kirihara's eyes seem to have turned red, is he going to use more force too?"

"…"

"Damn, you pissed me off!"

Boom!

Kirihara stood up and picked up the racket, his whole body turned red in an instant, his eyes looked at Atobe like a demon.

Previously, he was shut out by Miyashita at Rikkai University, which had hit his confidence hard.

However, after the match against Fudomine, his confidence was restored.

Especially in the demon state.

Even if it was Atobe or Hyotei, he was not afraid at all, and even lost some of his sanity!

"Is this your confidence? It does look very intimidating. But

It's too unglamorous for me..."

Atobe smiled again, and gently stroked his forehead with the index and middle fingers of his left hand. The next moment, countless icicles suddenly fell from the sky and instantly crossed and pierced Kirihara's court!

Bang, bang, bang!

Kirihara was stunned for a moment, and his body felt a little colder.

"Not good."

"Destroy it for me!"

Swish!

He swung the racket quickly, and the next moment, the sound of icicles breaking quickly echoed in the court.

15-0!

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30-0!

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40-0!

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An ice world was like a dimensionality reduction attack on Kirihara.

Especially when he lost his mind, Kirihara's surroundings were exposed to more blind spots!

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Bang!

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"Game, Hyotei Atobe Keigo! Score 2-0!"

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"Great, another score! "

Tachibana An was excited.

"The gap is too big. He is worthy of being the minister of Hyotei... Hey." Kamio Akiya nodded in agreement.

"That guy got it easy! I wish I could teach him a lesson myself..."

Arai and the others also felt the same way.

They were also persecuted by Kirihara.

Before the Kanto Tournament, Kirihara had caused trouble in Seigaku for a while...

"It seems that the guy named Kirihara is quite eye-catching, but his reputation seems to be not very good."

Sengoku Kiyomizu scratched his head, thinking deeply.

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"The game continues, Kirihara Akaya serves!"

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"It's my turn again. Go to hell! "

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

Kirihara's blood-red eyes stared at Atobe, and then he turned his wrist and hit the tennis ball again!

Another knuckle serve!

However, the knuckle serve in the demon state is even more powerful, and the explosive power has risen to a higher level.

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Swish.

Atobe didn't pay attention, and the tennis ball instantly passed through the side of his leg and wrist!

"Hiss, Minister, be careful!"

"Atobe!"

Hyotei and others outside the court saw this and couldn't help but shout nervously.

"Interesting, you succeeded in making me... serious!"

Atobe's eyes gradually became sharp, and the racket in his hand was held a little tighter.

"Hum!"

Kirihara threw the tennis ball without saying a word, and volleyed it again!

Instantly, the tennis ball hit Atobe's right arm again!

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"Go back to me! "

Swish.

Atobe turned around quickly and swung his racket, and the next moment the tennis ball was quickly pulled back.

Then the tennis ball quickly fell to Kirihara's blind spot!

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Bang!

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Bang!

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"Hyotei, 15-0!"

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Bang!

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"Hyotei, 30-0!"

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Bang!

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"Rikkai University, 15-30..."