Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

In the auditorium, where Atobe and others are located.

"It seems that Youyun can successfully win this match."

Sanada said.

"After entering the second round of the tournament, it won't be so easy again."

Atobe's face is still calm day by day, and nothing has changed because the Japanese U-17 team easily defeated the South African U-17 team.

After all, the South African team is ranked 15th in the U-17 World Cup, and being able to get here is already their limit.

From the second round of the tournament, it was the time when the top teams in the U-17 World Cup competed on the same stage.

"In the next match, is it your turn to play?"

Shiraishi Kuranosuke asked.

"Um."

Fuji Zhou who was beside him nodded.

"According to the rules of this year's U-17 World Cup, middle school students from each team must play in every match.

"According to the current situation, the match of the third singles should be the last match between the Japanese U-17 team and the South African U-17 team. Youyun will definitely be on the field."

"When Niyun appears, he will appear.

"It's just that with the strength of those on the South African U-17 team, I'm afraid this third singles match will end much faster than the previous two matches."

A look of pity appeared on Chitose Senri's face.

"Hehe, if you want to watch Youyun's match, there are still many opportunities in the future."

Yukimura said with a chuckle.

"Now we will start the third singles match, please enter the court for both players."

At this time, the referee's voice rang.

Outside the court, the preparation area for the Japanese U-17 team.

Hearing referee's voice, Youyun stood up from his seat and entered the match venue.

On the other side, the South African U-17 team represents one side.

"Huh, the strength of the Japanese U-17 team this year is really as scary as the rumors."

The head of the South African U-17 team took a deep breath and got up and entered the court.

"At the beginning of the match, the Japanese team played against the South African team. At the end of the game, the Japanese team served."

After both parties entered the arena and ready for the match, referee announced the start of the match.

"It's better to end it quickly."

Yi Yun took out a tennis ball from his pocket and thought of it silently in his heart.

boom.

With a sound of hitting the ball, Youyun sent the tennis ball in his hand to Shapoca-Golpe.

boom.

boom.

boom.

After ten goals.

boom.

The tennis ball swept past the head of the South African U-17 team and flew out of the court.

"15-0.

The referee reported the score.

Yiyun scored a point simply and neatly.

"Damn, how could his strength be so strong."

A cold sweat broke out on the head of the South African U-17 team.

A few days ago, he had only heard of how strong the middle school students of the Japanese U-17 team are.

However, when the head of the South African U-17 team personally felt Youyun's strength, he discovered that Youyun's strength could not be described by a strong word at all.

Opposite him.

Yiyun didn't care what he was thinking, so he raised his racquet and continued to serve.

boom.

boom.

"30-0. "

boom.

boom.

"40-0. "

boom.

boom.

"GAME, 1-0, the Japanese national team."

Referee announces the score.

In just a few minutes, Youyun won the first game.

"Not one level at all."

Seeing this scene, the audience outside the venue shook their heads, and such an idea appeared in their hearts at the same time.

And the facts are indeed the same as they thought.

In less than forty minutes, the match of the third singles is over.

"The match is over, 6-0, the Japanese team."

"In the first round of the tournament, the match between the Japanese team and the South African team is over. The score is 3-0, and the Japanese team won."

Referee announced the final match result.

So far, the Japanese team successfully broke into the quarterfinals of the U-17 World Cup.

Patter.

...For flowers...

The racquet in the hands of the head of the South African U-17 team fell to the ground, and the whole person was stunned in place, his eyes full of incredible color.

Yi Yun gave him a faint look, then walked out of the match field and returned to the preparation area of ​​the Japanese U-17 team.

"Oh, Youyun, your strength is getting more and more terrifying."

Looking at Youyun returning from the court, Tanegashima Shuji's face showed a somewhat exaggerated expression.

"Haha, Senior Tanegashima, you can easily win the main player of the South African U-17 team."

Yi Yun shook his head helplessly.

"Youyun, I also agree with Shuji."

"Although the opponent is just a main player in the fifteenth place in the U-17 World Cup, it is not easy to get rid of him so easily."

Irie Kanata pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

After returning from the hospital, he specially observed Youyun's condition.

To his surprise, Youyun hardly sweats.

The most important point is that in this entire match, Youyun only relied on basic tennis to crush the main player of the South African U-17 team.

His unpredictable and powerful skills have never been used once.

Obviously, Youyun also knows very well that if you want to stand at the top of the world, it is not enough to have strong skills. Your own basic strength is also very important.

"We changed it back.

Byōdōin Hōō spoke.

"Go straight back? Don't you need to check other teams' matches?"

Someone asked suspiciously.

"If you go now, it should be too late."

Yi Yun explained with a smile.

Although their match ended very quickly, the teams from Germany, Switzerland, and the United States are certainly not slow.

By the time they arrive at the match venues of these teams, most of the match has already come to an end, or it has ended altogether, and there will be no more things to watch.

"I see.

The man nodded, indicating that he understood.

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