Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

"You smelly snake, who let you run ahead of me.

Momoshiro Takeshi stepped on the bicycle frantically, while glaring at Haitang Xun next to him.

"You, a dead monkey, blocked my way, right.

The speed of Haitang Xun who is running on foot is not at all slower than Momoshiro Takeshi who is riding a bicycle.

"Damn it, do you want to fight?"

"Just hit it, do you think-would I be afraid of you?"

As soon as the two stopped, they grabbed each other's collars and began to fight each other.

"Taocheng, Haitang, what's the matter with you two."

"In the early morning, the smell of gunpowder is so strong.

Seeing this scene, Oishi Syuichirou hurriedly stopped.

Seeing Oishi Syuichirou come forward, Momoshiro Takeshi and Haitang Xun let go of each other.

"Hey."

Seeing the two settled down, Oishi Syuichirou sighed.

This group of people really didn't let him worry too much.

At this time, a group of people wearing yellow and green to deal with, walked up the mountain road.

It is Shitenhouji's many players.

"Shiraishi, you guys are here too."

Fuji Syusuke greeted Shiraishi Kuranosuke.

"Um."

Shiraishi Kuranosuke nodded first.

"We seem to be a little too early."

Chitose Senri glanced around.

Except for their Shitenhouji and Seigaku players, none of the players from other schools are there.

"They should be coming soon.

Fuji Syusuke guessed.

Toot toot.

As soon as Fuji Syusuke's voice fell, a rapid horn sounded into their ears.

The crowd turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound of the horn.

I saw a luxurious bus rushing towards them.

But in a short while, they had reached their vicinity.

"The one in front, get out of the way to this uncle.

Atobe's voice rang in the luxury bus.

"Damn it.

Seigaku and Shitenhouji all had a few drops of cold sweat on their foreheads, and they hurried back to the side of the road.

call out.

A strong wind was blowing.

The luxury bus passed by them and stopped just right at the gate of the U-17 training camp in Japan.

The next moment, the car door opened.

Hyotei and his group got out of the car one after another.

"Atobe, are you trying to kill us?"

Shiraishi Kuranosuke couldn't help but complain.

"Relax, Shiraishi.

"The driver hired by my uncle has top-notch skills."

"It is absolutely impossible to bump into you."

Atobe's expression was very relaxed, and he didn't worry about any accidents.

"All right.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke looked helpless.

Immediately, a group of people walked through the gate of the U-17 training camp in Japan.

Atobe, Shiraishi Kuranosuke and others did not notice.

As soon as they entered the training camp, they were already targeted.

Go to the small road inside the training camp.

"Atobe, where's Youyun?"

"Didn't he come with you?"

Fuji Syusuke walked to Atobe and asked.

"Fuji, Youyun's style, you don't understand it."

"That guy has always liked to act alone.

Atobe curled his lips.

"The coaches must have notified Youyun about the news that we came to the training camp.

"I think he is on the way here."

Shoujia simply inferred.

"Youyun

Fuji Syusuke wanted to continue to say something, but two people who sprang from the grass on the side of the road interrupted him.

"Wait, little brother in front.

"Two seniors, are you okay?"

A look of doubt appeared on Oishi Syuichirou's face.

"After the coaches are carefully selected, they are specially recruited to the junior high school students in the training camp."

"It should be you.

A high school student with a baseball cap and some sparse stubble on his face was the first to speak out.

His name is Tenjin Kosuke, a sophomore in high school.

"It's not as powerful as you said.

Simply Momoshiro Takeshi thought that Tenjin Kosuke was really boasting about himself and others, and suddenly became a little sorry.

The side of the team.

"What do you think these two people will do?"

Atobe's face sank like water.

There was also a hint of coldness in the voice of speaking.

...For flowers...

Two years ago, the eight of them first entered the U-17 training camp in Japan.

I have encountered the so-called "baptism" of these high school students more than once.

Unexpectedly, two years later, they would encounter this kind of thing again.

"Wait and see, they can't stand it for too long.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke's face was not so pretty.

It did not surprise Shiraishi Kuranosuke.

In the next moment, two high school students who came to look for trouble revealed their fox tails.

"If you want to pass through here, you have to undergo a test.

Another high school student with a flamboyant hairstyle threw a can, and a nasty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His name is Heirari Junpei.

Like Tenjin Kosuke, he is a sophomore in high school.

Not long,

boom.

boom.

boom.

In a certain court of the training camp, there was a rush of hitting the ball.

While the junior high school students were "tested", Youyun also entered the training camp.

"Are they playing cans?"

Yi Yun whispered to himself, and then walked in the direction where the sound of the batting came from.

The court area where middle school students gather.

Seigaku, Shitenhouji, and Hyotei are all showing their magical powers.

Volleyball, volley, volleyball

One by one, powerful skills are emerging one after another.

Everyone hit the can easily.

Soon, it was Fuji Syusuke's turn.

Fuji Syusuke waved the ball in fear and knocked out the tennis ball.

boom.

The tennis ball lands behind the can.

Immediately afterwards, in the different eyes of Tenjin Kosuke and Heari Junpei, he bounced back to where Fuji Syusuke was.

Soldiers.

The rebounding tennis ball accurately hit the can, and flew towards Fuji Syusuke unabated.

Snapped.

Fuji Syusuke reached out to catch the tennis ball and then withdrew from the court.

"Next, it's your turn to perform, Tezuka.

Fuji Syusuke said with a smile.

"Um."

The player tossed the tennis ball in his hand, then waved the ball fearfully and hit the tennis ball. Dry,

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