Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

"Sure enough it was them."

When Mifune entered the path, Youyun was not surprised.

"Head Coach, what is the score between the Lisiya U-17 representative team and the White Eagles U-17 representative team?"

"Whose Medanore or Ralph Reinhardt wins or loses?"

Irie Kanata pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked two very crucial questions.

"The total score of the two teams is 3 to 1."

"Medanore defeated Ralph Reinhardt 6-3, 6-4.

Mifune enters the road and tells Irie Kanata the score.

"In this way, the Lisiya U-17 team is a threat to us."

"Actually, it's not too big."

Irie Kanata dragged his chin with one hand and said his opinion.

"Um."

Mifune entered the road and nodded, then his eyes gradually changed sharply.

"In the next match, I will send out all the strongest players.

"26 Indeed, other teams should also be used."

"See the real strength of our No. 1 U-17 team.

A smile appeared on the faces of all the players on the Japan U-17 team.

The match between them and the Lisiya U-17 team is already the final of this U-17 World Cup.

There is no need to continue to hide powerful players.

****..

Time passed bit by bit.

A few days later, the day of the final arrived.

The Japanese U-17 team, as usual, rode in their exclusive bus.

Hurry to the match venue of the U-17 World Cup.

In the lounge of the Japan U-17 team.

"If there is more than that, I won't say more."

"You should know what you want.

Mifune's gaze into the Taoist swept away from Youyun, Byōdōin Hōō and others, and said in a deep voice.

"champion.

The players of the Japan U-17 representative team shouted at the same time.

"very good."

A touch of satisfaction was revealed in Mifune's eyes when he entered the Dao.

"let's go.

Mifune entered the road and stood up, and walked towards the door of the lounge.

Upon seeing this, the players of the JapanU-17 representative team also followed one by one.

The final venue for the Japan U-17 team and the Lisiya U-17 team.

At this moment, this place is already overcrowded.

Ordinary spectators occupy most of the auditorium.

Amadeus, Camus, Ralph Reinhardt, Zeus, Noah, Gorgia.

The important figures of these participating teams are all impressively listed.

In addition to them, a special spectator also came to the arena.

A certain place in the auditorium.

The location of the team that came to support Oshitari Yuushi, Kikumaru Eiji, etc.

"Does Youyun know about your coming here."

Oshitari Yuushi turned his gaze to a green-haired girl next to him.

This green-haired girl is Youyun's older sister-Kazami Yuka.

"I haven't told him about this.

The corners of Kazami Yuka's mouth raised slightly, and a playful smile appeared.

Obviously, she wanted to surprise Youyun.

"You have been waiting for a long time, dear viewers.

"The final battle is about to begin.

At this time, the voice of the match host spread throughout the audience.

"Now, let me invite the champion of the last U-17 World Cup."

"Japan U-17 representative team, come on stage."

Under the attention of the public, the players of the JapanU-17 representative team.

Slowly walked out of the contestant passage on the side of the court.

The U-17 World Cup finals kicked off.

It didn't take long.

boom.

boom.

boom.

The fierce and rushing sound of hitting the ball rang continuously on the court.

The confrontation between the two sides began.

As he said yesterday.

In this match, Mifune entered the road and sent a fantastic lineup.

Third singles: Byōdōin Hōō

Second doubles: Echizen Ryoga, Echizen Ryoma

Second singles: Kazami Youyun

First doubles: Tokugawa Kazuya, hand-made Kunimitsu

First singles: Oni Jujiro

After a few hours, the sound of batting stopped.

"The match is over, the score is 6-0, 6-0, and the winner is the Japan U-17 team."

"This is the end of the final of the U-17 World Series. The score is 3-0, and the Japan U-17 team won the victory.

Referee announced the final match result.

In the second singles match, Youyun easily defeated Medanore.

With two gorgeous 6-0 standings, this year's U-17 World Cup was brought to an end.

"Congratulations to the Japan U-17 team for winning the U-17 World Cup again.

"Their road to the king is still going on."

At the same time, the host of the match also announced the news to the audience.

"Japan."

"Japan."

"Japan."

The host’s voice has not disappeared.

Deafening cheers erupted from the audience.

"This feeling is really good.

The jacket on Yukimura's shoulders swayed in the wind.

"You said so, Sanada."

"This is not the end."

Sanada said solemnly.

"Yes."

967 flashed in Atobe's eyes.

"My uncle will not be satisfied with two consecutive dominations."

Shoujia glanced at the racquet in his hand silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Not far.

Echizen Ryoma lowered the hat on his head slightly.

At the end of the match, the contestants from both sides entered the court and came to the net to pay their respects.

Immediately, it was the award ceremony of the U-17 World Cup.

When all the trivial matters were over, Mifune entered the path and led Youyun and others to leave the match venue.

The next day, in a hotel box.

After a long rest, the energetic Japanese U-17 team found a place.

Celebrate their two consecutive U-17 World Cup championships.

"Boys."

"In two years, it is up to you to pick up the burden of defending the title."

Mifune entered the road and raised his wine gourd, aiming at a group of middle school students.

"Don't worry, Head Coach.

The middle school students nodded heavily.

Their tone is full of unwavering meaning.

Outside the box.

"It should be here."

Bang bang bang.

Kazami Yuka raised his hand and knocked on the door of the box.

Ryūzaki Sakurano stood nervously behind Kazami Yuka.

The pretty face was full of tension and shyness.

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