Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

on court.

"Satisfied? Amadeus."

The voice of Byōdōin Hōō reached Amadeus' ears.

Regarding Byōdōin Hōō's words, Amadeus was not moved.

"Do you think that starting from the next game, your light shots can still get points from my hands so easily?

Amadeus said lightly.

"Yes?"

There was a look of interest on Byōdōin Hōō's face.

Amadeus did not respond to Byōdōin Hōō, turned around and walked towards his baseline.

Upon seeing this, Byōdōin Hōō didn't say much, and came to his baseline to stand still.

"The second match started, and the Swiss team served the game."

Seeing that both parties are ready to match, referee announced the start of the match.

Amadeus threw the tennis ball in his hand and hit it with a swing.

boom.

The tennis ball crossed the net and came to the court of Byōdōin Hōō.

Amadeus' serve is quite satisfactory, and Byōdōin Hōō can easily catch up.

"Let me see how you deal with my light shots, Amadeus."

Byōdōin Hōō made a light shot very decisively.

He knows very well that at this stage of match, American pirates and Russian matryoshka have little effect on Amadeus.

Rather than wasting physical energy doing some useless work, it's better to be a bit more sloppy.

call out.

There was a piercing sound, the tennis ball was shining with dazzling golden light, and it rushed towards Amadeus.

"Humph."

Amadeus snorted coldly, held his racquet in both hands, and greeted the tennis ball with unparalleled strength and might.

boom.

The next moment, the tennis ball fell into the racquet of Amadeus.

Boom.

A huge roar sounded.

The powerful force contained in the tennis ball passed through Amadeus' racquet and hit the wall behind him severely, leaving a circular shallow pit full of cracks.

Although the situation of Amadeus seems very critical, it is only a superficiality.

The arm of Amadeus holding the pat is still as stable as Mount Tai.

In the match of the previous set, he had already adapted to that force after receiving several shots of Byōdōin Hōō's light.

Byōdōin Hōō's light shot is indeed very strong, but it is impossible to score from Amadeus with one goal.

After all, Amadeus is not a mediocre person.

Amadeus pushed forward with both hands and returned Byōdōin Hōō's light hit.

"Come again."

Byōdōin Hōō's eyes dazzled, and he hit the ball again.

For the second ball, Amadis still stopped steadily.

boom.

boom.

boom.

Byōdōin Hōō began to use light shots to attack Amadeus constantly.

A few minutes later, Amadeus revealed a flaw.

"Ah."

Byōdōin Hōō gave a chuckle, and the racquet in his hand aimed at the tennis ball.

boom.

The tennis ball quickly ran through the entire court, accurately landed in the neutral position of Amadeus, and then flew out of the court.

"0-15.

Referee reports the score.

"The words are pretty beautiful, but the result is that they persisted a little longer than before?"

Byōdōin Hōō's voice sounded from the court.

Hearing what Byōdōin Hōō said, Amadeus's face became a little ugly.

This is where he feels tricky.

Simply hitting the ball is not an unsolvable problem for Amadeus.

However, one goal is not enough, so how about five goals or ten goals?

In this offensive like a violent storm, there will always be a flaw in Amadeus.

And as long as he reveals a flaw, even if the flaw is small, with Byōdōin Hōō's strength, he will never let go of this opportunity.

"Byōdōin Hōō, I admit that you are very strong."

"But the victory in this match was our Swiss U-17 team."

The expression on Amadeus's face was calm again, and the voice was full of chilling spine.

"If you have any tricks, just use them."

Hearing what Amadeus said, a glimmer of light flashed in Byōdōin Hōō's eyes.

...For flowers...

He knew that Amadeus was going to use his own different dimension.

Byōdōin Hōō's heart secretly increased his vigilance.

The match begins again.

Amadeus sent the tennis ball to Byōdōin Hōō.

Byōdōin Hōō still hit the ball.

Only this time, his goal was not to score from Amadeus.

"Let me see your different dimensions, Amadeus.

Byōdōin Hōō thought silently in his heart.

Opposite him.

Amadis raised the racquet in his hand and swung directly at the tennis ball that came in front of him.

"Um?"

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Seeing this scene, Byōdōin Hōō frowned slightly.

There are two conventional methods for hitting the ball back with light. One is to rely on one's own strength to resist, and the other is to use the best hitting point.

Amadeus is not unable to resist the light shot with his strength, but it is in the case of returning the ball with both hands.

If it is one-handed, Amadeus is impossible to stop.

But according to Amadeus's performance just now, he probably hasn't found the best hitting point that can perfectly return the ball.

In this case, the information revealed by Amadeus's performance is obvious.

He launched his own different dimension.

The pupils in Byōdōin Hōō's eyes shrank slightly, his eyes locked tightly on Amadeus, observing his every move.

Under the gaze of Byōdōin Hōō, the racquet in the hands of Amadeus hit the tennis ball.

When the tennis ball came into contact with the racquet in the hands of Amadeus, the dazzling golden light on it began to fade quickly, replaced by a deep black light.

There was a sound of hitting the ball.

boom.

The tennis ball traversed a dark track on the court and came to the court of Byōdōin Hōō.

"coming?"

Byōdōin Hōō's face darkened slightly, and his eyes became serious.

At this time, in Byōdōin Hōō's eyes, the tennis ball turned into a huge black tennis ball and rushed towards him. Dry,

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