Prince of Tennis: I, the Son of God, Yukimura Seiichi

“That's terrifying!”

Echizen Ryoga glanced at the wire mesh behind him, where a hole had appeared.

The hole was exactly the size of a tennis ball, with black scorch marks around the wire.

If that ball had grazed Echizen Ryoga's face, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

“I apologize for spacing out just now.”

Echizen Ryoga said to Yukimura, “From now on, God's Child, you'd better be careful!”

“I don't need you to tell me, I will be.”

Yukimura chuckled softly. If Echizen Ryoga hadn't been distracted just now, he wouldn't have won the point so easily.

Based on their previous stalemate, it would have taken at least several hundred balls to score.

Of course, that was just relying on his own strength, speed, and technique.

“Let's continue.”

Yukimura chuckled softly and returned to the baseline.

“What a terrifying person.”

Echizen Ryoga glanced at Yukimura. His demeanor during the conversation and on the court were completely different.

It was as if he had become a different person!

Echizen Ryoga's eyes revealed a different light: “Is this your tennis? How interesting.”

On the opposite baseline.

Yukimura held the tennis ball in his hand and tossed it up.

As the ball reached its highest point and began to fall, Yukimura swung his racket, his arm a blur, incredibly fast.

Boom!

The sound of an explosion rang out again, and the air vibrated.

The tennis ball appeared at Echizen Ryoga's feet in an instant, and the terrifying force erupted, stirring up a layer of dust on the ground.

“Such speed!”

Echizen Ryoga's pupils constricted, and his body reacted instantly, raising his arm and swinging the racket as the ball bounced.

With a whoosh, the airflow created a sonic boom, followed by a dull sound.

Yukimura's serve had already landed on Echizen Ryoga's racket.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—

The tennis ball on the racket spun continuously, and the force spread along the racket into Echizen Ryoga's arms.

The astonishing force caused the strings of the racket to bend downwards.

Echizen Ryoga's expression tightened, and his arm exerted force instantly.

Tear—

At that moment, the air seemed to be cut open, and a pungent, burnt smell filled the air.

Even behind the trajectory of the tennis ball, sparks appeared!

The air had actually ignited!

He held his racket horizontally in front of him, turned his body to the side, and swung his backhand!

Dong—

A silent sound rang out, and the tennis ball, like an arrow released from a bow, made a sharp sound in the air.

The piercing and ear-splitting sound of the air being torn apart continued to ring out, and the court in the middle of the court was shaken by the airflow and began to sway.

Behind Yukimura, leaves continued to fall, and a thick cloud of dust could not dissipate.

Echizen Ryoga let out a soft shout and ran towards the landing point of the tennis ball, stretching out his arm holding the racket tightly.

“That is…”

In Yukimura's eyes, Echizen Ryoga made a stance.

A stance similar to drawing a sword!

The stance of a samurai drawing his sword!

Whoosh—

Echizen Ryoga struck out with his racket.

At that moment, a dark phantom appeared in Yukimura's purple eyes. The racket seemed to produce a flash of cold light, and the scene in front of Yukimura suddenly changed.

Tear—

The tennis ball seemed to appear and disappear in a flash of lightning, and after the cold light disappeared, a trace of blue smoke remained in the air.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

The tennis ball hit the wire mesh, making a sound, and the astonishing spin directly tore the wire mesh apart, and then the tennis ball rushed out!

“15-15!”

Echizen Ryoga placed his racket on his shoulder and announced the score with a smile.

Yukimura glanced at the black ball mark at his feet, a smile appeared in his purple eyes, and then he said, “Should that be called a Samurai Drive?”

“Oh?”

A gleam appeared in Echizen Ryoga's eyes, and then he smiled and said, “You know quite a bit.”

“Of course.”

Yukimura replied with a smile.

“Samurai Drive… that's not a bad name.”

Echizen Ryoga shrugged indifferently, then smiled and said, “It's deuce now, what are you planning to do?”

“Deuce, then just score again.”

Yukimura chuckled softly when he heard Echizen Ryoga's words.

Echizen Ryoga narrowed his eyes: “I didn't expect the God's Child to be so arrogant.”

“This is not arrogance.”

Yukimura's gentle voice rang out: “This is confidence!”

Echizen Ryoga's pupils constricted, and at that moment he felt that Yukimura's aura had changed.

It has become even stronger!

“This is more like it!!”

Echizen Ryoga's eyes were filled with excitement, not afraid of Yukimura's aura at all!

.........

Boom!

Yukimura didn't say any extra words, but used action to show it!

The tennis ball flew towards Echizen Ryoga with even greater speed than before.

“Let me see how you change the score again!”

Echizen Ryoga's expression tightened, and he once again made the stance of drawing his sword!

Whoosh—

A cold light flashed in Yukimura's eyes, the space began to explode, and the airflow continued to vibrate and scream!

Obviously, this ball was stronger than the previous one in terms of speed, power, and spin!

“The same technique is useless to me.”

Yukimura murmured as he watched the speeding tennis ball.

“Then hit it back and let me see!”

Echizen Ryoga's tone became serious.

“Then you should watch carefully… Echizen Ryoga!”

As he spoke, Yukimura's figure disappeared.

Echizen Ryoga's expression changed, and then he heard a boom.

Immediately afterwards, a huge airflow impact came from the opposite side. With Yukimura as the center, all the surrounding airflow began to disperse in all directions.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—

The terrifying impact force turned the airflow into extremely sharp air blades. The leaves swayed, but when they fell beside Yukimura, they were instantly cut in half.

“He received it!”

Echizen Ryoga's expression changed slightly.

He didn't expect this God's Child to actually receive it on the second ball!