Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

"Tohno, don't underestimate him, his strength will not be weaker than mine."

"If you see Tristan Bart's handsomeness and treat him as a vase-level figure with little strength, you will suffer a lot."

Kimijima pushed the glasses on his face and said faintly.

"Yes."

Hearing Kimijima's words, the disdainful expression on Tohno Atsukyo's face disappeared, and there was a hint of interest in Barthes in his heart.

Kimijima can be ranked No.7 in the first U-17 training camp in Japan, and he is also above him, a man with a thirteen-style punishment law, which shows his strength.

If what Kimijima said is true, the strength of Tristan Barthes is about the same as him, then Tohno Atsukyo cannot be underestimated.

"Huh, I knew it a long time ago, let Kimishima you play this game, let these people on the French U-17 team know that our Japanese U-17 representative will not lose to them, no matter in strength or beauty pageant."

Mifune snorted coldly, looking at Tristan Barthes eyes full of unpleasantness.

"This old man of Mifune, 26, has committed the same old problem again.

Yi Yun couldn't help but shook his head.

Mifune's level of coaching in Taoism is indeed very high, but he has one problem, that is, once his temper is up, he will become very strong, and he is unwilling to lose to others in any way.

Obviously, the appearance of Tristan Barthes caused such a sensation that Mifune was very upset in his heart, and he wanted to send Kimijima to compete with him.

You must know that although Tristan Bart is a handsome guy, Kimijima will not lose to him regardless of looks or temperament.

On court, the match is in progress.

boom.

boom.

boom.

The fierce batting sound constantly sounded. From the scene, the strength of the two sides was equal. From the beginning, the match was caught in a tug of war.

The match between the two sides began to rise alternately.

15-0.

15-15.

15-30.

30-30.

"30-30. "

Referee announces the score.

"Damn, why these two people are so difficult to entangle."

Delacroix's face was extremely ugly.

This is the strength of a team that ranks 23rd in the U-17 World Cup? How come two people can be equal to their French U-17 team?

"Can't wait any longer."

Delacroix's eyes began to flicker sharply, and then he turned to look at Barthes behind him.

"Senior Barthes."

"Are you going to shoot? Delacroix."

Barthes said.

"Well, if we lose the serve game, we will be very passive.

Delacroix said solemnly.

"In this case, do it as you want."

Barr nodded.

opposite.

Irie Kanata keenly captured Delacroix's changes.

"Are you ready to do something?"

A faint smile appeared on Irie Kanata's face.

"The smarter, next, we'd better be more careful. The other party doesn't seem to be going to fight us like this anymore."

Irie Kanata told Tsukimitsu Ochi of his discovery.

"Really, I know."

Hearing Irie Kanata's words, Tsukimitsu Ochi just responded coldly, and then fell silent again.

"It's really cold, the wiser.

Irie Kanata sighed helplessly.

But Irie Kanata didn't care. After all, he knew that Tsukimitsu Ochi's character was like this.

The match continues.

Barthes tossed the tennis ball in his hand, then hit the tennis ball with a swing, and sent the ball to Irie Kanata and Tsukimitsu Ochi.

boom.

After the tennis ball landed, it rushed directly to Tsukimitsu Ochi.

Although Tsukimitsu Ochi's height is as high as 2.26 meters, because of his height advantage, his steps are unusually large.

With his tall stance, he has a speed far surpassing the average tennis player.

Tsukimitsu Ochi easily caught up to the tennis ball and beat the tennis back with a backhand.

The first few goals are like this, Barthes serve can not pose a threat to Tsukimitsu Ochi, the real victory depends on the match between the two sides.

However, after Irie Kanata's reminder just now, after Tsukimitsu Ochi fought back at Barthe's serve, he secretly increased his vigilance in his heart and prepared to deal with the unexpected situation that might happen next.

He knew that Irie Kanata would not aimlessly.

Since Irie Kanata opened his mouth to remind him, it proved that Irie Kanata must have discovered something.

Sure enough, under Tsukimitsu Ochi's high vigilance, an accident happened.

Seeing the tennis ball that Tsukimitsu Ochi hit back, Delacroix's gaze condensed, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"Edgar Theater, opening."

Delacroix raised the racquet in his hand and waved down heavily.

boom.

With the sound of a hit, the tennis ball looked like a bird in the eyes of Irie Kanata and Tsukimitsu Ochi, and flew straight to Tsukimitsu Ochi.

"what is this?"

Tsukimitsu Ochi's face changed slightly, and his body leaned back sharply, avoiding the tennis ball that flew towards him.

boom.

After passing Tsukimitsu Ochi, the net 593 ball landed behind him and flew out of the field.

"40-30.

Referee announced the score.

"At that moment, the tennis ball seemed to have become a bird?"

Tsukimitsu Ochi thought of it silently.

The situation just now went beyond his expectations. Even though he had taken strict precautions, he still lost a point.

"The smarter, are you okay?"

Irie Kanata asked.

"I'm fine."

Tsukimitsu Ochi shook his head.

"The French U-17 team is really not easy."

Irie Kanata muttered to herself softly, her eyes became serious.

In front of the team, Barthes continued to serve.

Tsukimitsu Ochi still easily beat Barthes serve back.

After Tsukimitsu Ochi hit back at Barthe's serve, his and Irie Kanata's eyes were locked on Delacroix at the same time.

Regarding the gazes of Irie Kanata and Tsukimitsu Ochi, Delacroix was unmoved and swung directly at the tennis ball.

boom.

A light yellow ball flashed, and the tennis ball quickly penetrated the court, passing by Tsukimitsu Ochi and Irie Kanata.

"Not a bird this time?"

Seeing this scene, Irie Kanata and Tsukimitsu Ochi were surprised. .

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