Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

In fact, Mukahi Gakuto has been extremely puzzled.

Why does Sakura Taro put Youyun as the number one singles every time Hyotei meets Rikkai.

Moreover, Youyun, Atobe, and Shoujia have no opinion on this.

"It's not that I don't want to play, but that I can't play."

Yi Yun shook his head.

This somewhat inexplicable sentence made Mukahi Gakuto feel confused.

"why."

Mukahi Gakuto asked with some confusion.

"We have played against Rikkai so many times."

"Every time, Rikkai mostly loses."

"But even so, have you seen Yukimura playing in the second singles and third singles match?"

The doctor pointed out the key.

"Uh, I still don't understand."

"Eight Six Seven" Mukahi Gakuto smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Because Youyun and Yukimura are our strongest players in Hyotei and Rikkai, respectively."

"It's normal for people like them to be the first singles.

"In the match between the two sides, whoever comes out early."

"It means that the side has already acquiesced in my heart that the strength of his side is not as good as that of the other side."

Oshitari Yuushi next to Mukahi Gakuto answered this question for Youyun.

"Oshitari was right."

Cum Yun nodded.

"If you want to be a king, in addition to strength, you also need to have a corresponding tolerance."

"Only when you defeat your opponent dignifiedly can you count as a true victory."

"It turned out to be so.

After listening to Oshitari Yuushi and Youyun, Mukahi Gakuto's eyes showed a clear color.

Immediately, Youyun and others stopped talking.

Re-turned his attention to match.

on court.

boom.

boom.

boom.

The fierce confrontation between Shoujia and Atobe continues.

Facing the offensive of the Shou family, Atobe is not without the strength to fight back.

But it is extremely difficult to score points.

15-0.

30-0.

30-15.

40-15.

5-1.

"GAME, 5-1, hand Kunimitsu.

The Hyotei Tennis Club member who served as the referee reported the score.

At this moment, Atobe has come to the edge of the cliff.

As long as he loses another game, he will be defeated in the hands of the hand with a score of 6-1.

Seeing this scene, the general staff around the court began to talk.

"Minister Atobe, can't even score a game?"

"It turns out that the strength of the Deputy Minister of Shoujia is so much stronger than that of Minister Atobe."

There has always been a question in the Hyotei Tennis Club.

That is the strength of Atobe and Shoujia, which one is stronger.

Because when Atobe and Shoujia play practice games, they have never taken it seriously.

In addition, in the tennis club, there are many loyal fans of Shoujia and Atobe.

The fans on both sides insisted on their own words, and no one would admit defeat.

Therefore, this question has existed for two years.

Today, even though these ordinary members don't know why Shoujia and Atobe are uncharacteristically, they are doing matchmaking with real swords and guns.

However, the question of who is the second person in the Hyotei Tennis Club finally has a clear answer.

It's just that even members who think that the skill of the hand is stronger than that of Atobe have never thought about it.

The power gap between Atobe and the hand is so big.

However, what these ordinary members did not notice was.

Even at this time, the form of match is very critical for me.

But Atobe's face, there is not only no worries.

Instead, there was a slight smile.

"Finally finished."

Atobe whispered to himself.

Outside the court, the place where Youyun and others are located.

"Is it possible that Atobe will really be defeated like this without fighting back?

Mukahi Gakuto stared at the court without blinking, and spoke.

"Do not."

Yi Yun stretched out his hand and pointed upward.

"This match is far from over."

Mukahi Gakuto and others looked in the direction of Youyun's fingers.

I don't know when, the originally bright sky has become a lot darker.

Half-delay, pieces of flakes of snowflakes are slowly drifting down.

"How is this going?"

The faces of Mukahi Gakuto and others are full of incredible expressions.

Now it is the first day of September, how can it snow?

The match is still in progress.

Next, the match reached the seventh round.

This round of match is served by Atobe.

Atobe waved the racquet and sent the tennis ball to his home.

The player caught up with the tennis ball, and then raised the ball in his hands for fear and hit the tennis ball.

boom.

Accompanied by a crisp sound of hitting the ball.

The tennis ball passed through the air and returned to the court on the side of Atobe again.

"Ah."

Just as the tennis flew to Atobe.

His fierce gaze has firmly locked the opposite hand.

At this moment, there was a bad premonition in Shoujia's heart.

"what happens?"

The hand grasped the scared left arm of the ball and subconsciously added a bit of force.

boom.

A sound of hitting the ball rang on the court.

The tennis ball flashed on the court and flew to the court on the side of the hand.

Seeing that the tennis ball had come, Shoujia temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart and concentrated on dealing with the match.

However, just as the player was preparing to catch the ball.

Creak.

A 2.5-and-a-half piercing sound of bone rubbing came out of the hand's body.

The tennis ball swiftly passed by the hand's side and flew outside the court.

"15-0. "

The referee reported the score.

"The Kingdom of Atobe."

Atobe's voice rang from the court and reached the ears of the surrounding audience.

More than an hour later.

"Huh, huh, huh.

Atobe and Shoujia sat on chairs outside the court for people to rest, panting violently.

One can imagine how intense the match between them was just now.

Although they were extremely tired, the faces of both of them were filled with contented expressions.

"What a joyful match."

"You said so, Shoujia.

Atobe tilted his head and said to the handist next to him.

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