The Holy Lord Of Tennis, Starting From Seriously Injuring Amadeus!

0309 The Battle Of Fate! My Lover And I Have Been Looking Forward To It For A Long Time!

0309 The battle of fate! My lover and I have been waiting for it for a long time!

In the auditorium.

"Camus!! Camus!!"

"Oh my god!! What a match between Duke and Camus!! They were the two teammates who trusted each other the most!!"

"Damn it!! Obviously France U-17 has Camus and Duke as the core this year, which is enough to easily win the semi-finals, or even a higher ranking!!"

"Yes!! Now... we have become each other's opponents directly!! God is so cruel to France U-17!!"

Ahem...but! Don't you think this game will be exciting? Although Duke Watanabe has become the opponent of the French U-17 team and Camus, as the player who knows each other best, he The game with Camus... definitely has a special existence that "Five Nine Three" cannot match in ordinary games!"

"That's what I say...but! Forget it! Anyway, I support Camus! I believe that with his strength, he can definitely win a chance for France U-17!"

"Duke-Watanabe is not a world-class player after all! Although there is no doubt about the title of King of Destruction, if he was really better than Camus, he would not have succumbed to Camus in his status in the French U-17!

Inside the France U-17 players' box.

Edgar and the others also looked at the two figures standing in the court with complicated expressions.

for them.

Whether it is Duke·Watanabe or Camus, they are all their partners.

But now, because of the different positions of the teams, they are going to war.

Although Kintarou Tooyama was not very excited after losing the game, he still couldn't help but look up when he saw the game between Camus and Duke·Watanabe.

after all!!

One is the current leader of his team, and the other is a powerful being who is recognized as unrivaled in Japan U-17.

He is gifted in strength, but has always been very curious about the upper limit of Duke-Watanabe's strength.

At least in the previous training sparring, he did not put the opponent in trouble with all his strength.

One can imagine how terrifying Duke·Watanabe’s power is!!

And the same.

Inside the Japan U-17 players' box.

Compared to Byōdōin Hōō's expression was calm.

Most of the first army is high school students and junior high school students, as well as Yukio Kurobe.

They all looked serious and a little worried.

"I really don't know if letting Duke play is the right choice!"

"Especially...when the opponent is Camus!"

"In a competition of this level, there is no room for relaxation!"

Kurobe Yukio said softly, with a little regret in his tone.

Apparently!

He was worried that Duke·Watanabe and Camus might not be able to win the match, and he also felt that the opponent might not go all out for this match!

But as soon as he finished speaking, Byōdōin Hōō's eyes were locked on him: "Coach Kurobe said something...don't you think what you said was a little too much?"

Kurobe Yukio's expression froze.

He felt a sense of oppression from Byōdōin Hōō.

Don't wait for him to speak.

Byōdōin Hōō said again: "Duke is a tennis player, he knows what to do when standing on the court!"

"I believe in his strength, and I also believe that he will go all out to complete every shot!"

"Also! Even if I lose this game, I will win the No. 1 singles game!"

"So, the result has been determined! Now you just need to watch the game quietly!"

"Understand?"

His words undoubtedly demonstrated his absolute majesty as the head coach of the Japan U-17 representative team.

Yukio Kurobe could not refute anything, but immediately nodded to express that he had indeed spoken carelessly just now.

Mifūne Nyudō San spoke in a deep voice at this time: "Okay! The game is about to start! Just like what was made clear in the previous meeting! Now that Duke has joined the team! Then we just need to believe in him! "

"Otherwise, we wouldn't be a real team!"

The final word.

No one in the Japan U-17 player bench said anything, they just turned their attention to the game court.

In the competition court.

Camus and Duke Watanabe's eyes met.

Different from the previous three games, although their expressions were serious, there was no hostility.

It can even be said that the eyes of both of them are very peaceful.

It's as if the next game is not a key game that determines the outcome of the respective teams, but is like a daily training cold...

"Duke...I thought they weren't going to send you in today's game!"

"Now, I have underestimated your Japan U-17 coaching staff!

"They are more generous than I thought!"

"I also trust you more!"

"I'm happy for you too!"

Camus spoke first.

As the one who caught the ball in the first game, he also smoothed his long blond hair tied into a ponytail behind his back as he spoke, and made a posture ready to catch the ball.

Duke-Watanabe took a deep breath.

"Camus! I didn't expect fate to be so lucky..."

"But since the two of us met in the match, it means that fate asked us to say something with tennis in this long match!"

"I will do my best! You have to be careful!"

Camus chuckled: "Okay! My lover and I have been looking forward to it for a long time!"

There was not much emotion in the conversation between the two, it was more like a polite exchange between old friends.

And when Duke-Watanabe raised his hand to throw the tennis ball up.

Camus also stared at the opponent's right hand holding the racket, holding his breath and concentrating.

"boom--"

A dull sound of hitting the ball exploded in the competition court.

A ball shadow suddenly struck Camus' right side in mid-air.

"nice shot!"