The Holy Lord of Tennis, starting from seriously injuring Amadeus

Just as he was about to say something, Reinhard raised his hand and interrupted: "I just said this idea casually! If I go back on my word, I'm afraid no one will be able to stay!"

Hopkins could only smile bitterly: "That's right! Pushing too hard is not a good thing for us!"

"In that case! Then I will arrange Akutsujin's training plan first! It would be good to train for an extra hour! With his physical fitness... he can definitely use the training volume of a high school student!"

After saying that, Reinhard rushed straight into a building under the stunned gaze.

However, he soon showed a slight smile again and followed the other party's footsteps.

...

the other side.

Swiss Bern.

Atobe Keigo looked at Raphael and others who surrounded him and didn't even give him time to put his luggage.

"Junior high school student! How about being in Neon, boss? Are you short of money?"

"That's right! You guys didn't bully him, did you? No! In terms of fighting, even ten of you are no match for the boss!"

 …

"I heard that you are at the national level? You're not very good at neon tennis either! Are you considered a genius? Are you intimidated by the boss's strength?"

"Nonsense! Let alone peers, how many high school students can defeat Amadeus like the boss?!"

...

The chirping sound in his ears made Atobe Keigo's forehead veins pop out.

"Shut up, sir!!!"

Unable to bear it any longer, he shouted angrily, leaving Raphael and the others stunned.

next second.

Before Keigo Atobe could react, he had already been "fighted" by Raphael and the others.

"Good boy!! Don't think that because the boss asked you to come here, you can be so arrogant!!"

"That's right!! The boss said, you come here and you will be our thugs!! Don't worry, I'm not asking you to fight!! I'm asking you to play ball!!"

"After all, we are all older than you, so be polite, kid!!"

"This is Swiss! Not neon!"

...

Atobe Keigo was so angry that he almost exploded, but now his limbs were "locked" and he couldn't break free even if he wanted to.

Just Raphael and the other 12 people each had 7 or 8 younger brothers standing outside to protect them.

There is no way to escape even if you break free! !

"hateful!!"

"Let me go, uncle!!"

"You rude guys!! What's the point of taking action!! If you have the ability to play a game with me!!"

"Aren't you 12 people who are in charge of the stadium? I'm going to fight you one by one today!! You lost, and you have to listen to me this month!!"

"dare?!"

Atobe Keigo's shout made Raphael and the others look at each other and let go of their hands.

"Puff-"

"hiss!!!"

Atobe Keigo, who fell to the ground, gasped in pain, but before he could speak again, the voices of Raphael and the others rang in his ears.

"Little guy! We finally got to the point!"

"I brought you here today just to test your skills! Don't blame us for bullying you, since you came to Ruishi to play street ball! We won't give you time to adjust to the jet lag and your body!"

"Starting from today, you may stand on the court and play from time to time! Even if you play in Bern today, you will have to go to another city tomorrow!"

“It’s even possible to play multiple games a day!!”

"So, now! Just do what you said! Everyone in the 12 stadiums of our Holy Lord Association will play a game with you! As long as you beat half of us, you can stay in Ruishi and become one of us. member!"

"Otherwise, you can go back and forth wherever you come from! I don't think the boss will agree to let a useless burden join us!"

As Raphael and others spoke, they all looked at Keigo Atobe, waiting for an answer.

Atobe Keigo glanced at them.

As the corners of his eyes trembled, he slowly stood up and laughed loudly: "Hahaha!! I thought you were up to something! In fact, you just want to give me a blow!!"

"I originally planned to show you guys some color!!"

"Only 12!! Do you think I will be scared?!"

Under the gaze of Raphael and others, he took out his racket directly from the tennis bag and pointed it at Raphael and the others.

"Who is my first opponent?"

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"Bam—"

"Atobe Keigo scores! The game is over!"

"The score is 6-3!"

"Atobe Keigo wins!"

In the Hakuba Stadium, one of the twelve stadiums of the Holy Association, after Keigo Atobe won the game, he stood there and gasped for air.

In the rest areas and viewing areas around the stadium, hundreds of members of the Holy Lord's Association couldn't help but nod when they saw him winning the game.

"As expected, he is the junior high school student that the boss found! His national-level strength is really not fake!"

"Yes! He has already defeated the fifth one! And the interval between each game is less than 5 minutes! This guy is actually strong enough to join the Holy Lord Guild!"

"It doesn't matter what we said! Now we have to ask Boss Mestu and the others to speak! Besides, we agreed to win half of the battle before he can stay in Ruishi. If we let him stay now! Wouldn't that be a slap in the face? ?”

"That's right! I heard Boss Raphael say that this boy named Atobe Keigo is still the eldest son of the Neon Atobe Consortium! With the money their family has, it would be easy to buy 1200 golf courses like ours! Very arrogant!"

"So rich?! Boss, should he give us helpers or the young master?"

...

Although Mestu and Raphael usually don't deal with each other, at this time, the two of them stood together in harmony and had no intention of competing with each other.

"That's the fifth one! This guy's strength is indeed not weak!"

"At least, I can't do what he is now!"

Raphael said with deep appreciation in his eyes.

As the strongest player among the twelve players on the court, Mestu sneered: "Is this considered strong? Don't forget! Where is our goal this time!"

"In Bern, this kid is really good! But in Zurich, a place that we are not familiar with, this is not enough!" "Four Seven Three"

When Raphael heard this, he frowned and said, "Are you being too cautious? Even if you fail to go to Zurich this time, you can go there again next time! Besides, didn't the boss say you don't need to take special care of this kid?"

Mestu curled his lips: "Raphael! Your brain really never disappoints! You always think so simple! First of all! This kid is the first person handed over to us after the boss left! He said there is no need Take care of him, but if something happens to him, have you thought about how to explain it to the boss?"

"Besides! Over there in Zurich! If there is no disturbance the first time, it will not be that simple to find an excuse to move in next time! Do you want to wait a few more months? Or half a year?"

Although Raphael was dissatisfied that the other party was hurting him so much, he also knew that what the other party said was right.

At the moment, he could only say angrily: "Then what do you think we should do? This kid is obviously dying! There are 12 of us, and he will definitely not be able to finish the fight!"

As the words fell, Mestu was seen holding a racket and slowly walking towards the court.

"Then force him again! This wheel battle is just to let him know..."

"A street court is not a place for children to play house!"

......

40 minute later.

"Bam—"

"Pfft!!"

"Mestu scores! The game is over! The score is 6-4!"

"Mestu wins!"

As a member of the Church of God sitting on the referee's chair on the court announced the result of the game.

Atobe Keigo was so exhausted that he collapsed and lay sprawled on the unclean street court ground.

At this time, he couldn't care too much.

It was even difficult for him to breathe. Except for holding the racket tightly in his hand, it was almost impossible to stand up.

There were also several new scratches on his arms and calves.

There was also a bruise on his cheek.

It was the one who was injured by Mestu in the game just now.

The younger brothers present at the Holy Lord Association originally wanted to cheer for the victor Mestu, but 12 of them raised their hands to stop him.

In the silence of the whole place, they all looked at Mestu walking step by step in front of Atobe Keigo.

"Kid! You lose!"

Mestu's cold words made Atobe Keigo struggle to get up, but his body had obviously reached its limit!

Atobe Keigo knew that he had already tried his best!

Although he had experienced 5 games before, his opponents were all at the same national level as him.

but!

Even without the physical exertion of these five games, his chances of defeating the man in front of him are not very high!

There is almost no big gap between the strength of the opponent and myself!

Even, it is still faintly above him.

"Only 6! I...haven't finished fighting yet!!"

Atobe Keigo gritted his teeth and spoke, but Mestu grabbed his jersey and forcibly pulled him up from the ground.

"Good character!"

"Boy, this game just now was just a normal street court!"

"Do you know why you lost? The main reason is not because of the physical energy you consumed before! It's because you haven't adapted to the rules of the street court yet!"

As he spoke, Mestu pressed his palm on the abrasion on Atobe Keigo's arm.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The stinging sensation and the strength of Mestu made Atobe Keigo subconsciously yell.

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but.

Mestu did not let go because of this, but said coldly again: "Remember the pain now! This is your start on the streets of Ruishi!"

"The boss once said that strength always speaks on the tennis court! This is especially true on street courts! If you don't have absolute strength, you don't want to be stepped on! You have to keep climbing!!"

"Your background is indeed much better than the rest of us! Even your tennis talent is better than everyone in our Holy Lord Association except the boss!"

"But, regarding this obsession with climbing even if you die! You still have too much to go!"

"Puff-"

As soon as he let go, Atobe Keigo fell to the ground again.

"This minor injury shouldn't take you a few days to recover, right?"