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

"The National Tournament finals are now underway! It's Rikkaidai Fuzoku Middle School versus Shitenhoji, in the fourth match, Singles Two!"

"Please, both players, enter the court!"

The referee of the National Tournament finals shouted loudly.

"Oooooooooh! ! ! ! !"

"Go! Go!"

"Go! Go!"

"Go! Go!"

Instantly, the excited cheers of the audience echoed throughout the gymnasium.

"Rikkaidai will win! Rikkaidai will win! Rikkaidai will win!"

"Shitenhoji will win! Shitenhoji will win! Shitenhoji will win!"

For a time, the spectators supporting Rikkaidai and Shitenhoji shouted one after another.

Every person had an excited smile on their face, waving and shouting!

.......

In the audience seats.

A figure wearing a gray and white jacket, with purplish-gray hair, had a somewhat serious look.

Yushi Oshitari looked at Keigo Atobe, his deep blue pupils sparkling with a hint of shrewdness.

"Rikkaidai!"

Keigo Atobe looked down below, his tone very calm: "How could Rikkaidai, who defeated yours truly, lose to Shitenhoji?"

"I knew it."

Yushi Oshitari shrugged his shoulders upon hearing Keigo Atobe's words.

As long as those three giants of Rikkaidai were there, Rikkaidai couldn't possibly lose.

Yushi Oshitari really couldn't imagine anyone being able to win against those three giants in a singles match!

Especially Seiichi Yukimura, even Keigo Atobe suffered a crushing defeat against that Child of God.

Thinking of this, Yushi Oshitari couldn't help but exclaim: "The Child of God... is too strong!"

.............

Below.

Outside the match court, all the tennis reporters raised their cameras and aimed them at the two schools.

Genichiro Sanada and Kenya Oshitari walked onto the court with their rackets in hand, arriving at the net.

The two shook hands.

Immediately after, Kenya Oshitari said: "This game, Shitenhoji will win!"

Shitenhoji will win?

Sanada's gaze slightly narrowed, his expression somewhat stern: "Shitenhoji will fall into the abyss of defeat!"

"The victor will be Rikkaidai!"

After speaking, Sanada directly returned to the baseline.

Kenya Oshitari coldly snorted: "What an arrogant guy!"

After speaking, he turned around and also returned to the baseline.

"Kenya, do your best!"

Yuuzen Hitouji looked at Kenya Oshitari on the court, thinking secretly.

"You must win! Kenya! !"

Kuranosuke Shiraishi took a deep breath, his expression incomparably serious.

Tetsuya Oihara didn't speak, his expression was also very serious.

On the coach's bench, Osamu Watanabe chewed on his toothpick, his gaze constantly scrutinizing Yukimura.

This Child of God…

He couldn't see through him.

Yukimura felt the unusual gaze, turned his head, and saw Osamu Watanabe, he nodded at Osamu Watanabe with a gentle smile, as a greeting.

"Child of God, huh… will Shiraishi win?"

Osamu Watanabe thought in his heart: "Maybe he can? Hopefully, he won't lose too badly."

He was very clear that Shiraishi was not Seiichi Yukimura's opponent.

At this time, the referee's voice came.

"Match start, one game match, Rikkaidai's serve!"

As the referee's voice fell, the fourth match of the National Tournament finals officially began.

At the baseline of the court, Sanada held the tennis ball in his hand, gently patting it on the ground.

Bang, bang, bang…

A rhythmic sound slowly rang out.

Opposite him, Kenya Oshitari's expression was stern, his body slightly crouched, his hands tightly gripping the racket.

Sanada glanced at Kenya Oshitari, took the tennis ball in his hand, and lightly flicked his wrist…

Whoosh…

The tennis ball flew out from between his fingers, Sanada's gaze instantly focused, his arm raised, swinging the racket.

Bang—

The racket struck the tennis ball, transmitting a crisp sound.

Swoosh—

The tennis ball brought with it a strong sound of rushing through the air, cutting across the court towards Kenya Oshitari's half.

"So fast!"

Outside the court, Kuranosuke Shiraishi watched the speed of this ball, his expression slightly changing.

"That's the vice-captain of Rikkaidai, and he's still a first-year!"

Yuuzen Hitouji's eyes carried surprise, and Rikkaidai's captain was also a first-year, and the captain of Hyotei Academy was also a first-year.

This year's first-years are so strong!

"Especially that Child of God… From the start of the competition, he hasn't lost a single game, and basically, he ends his matches 6:0."

Tetsuya Oihara's tone carried shock, he couldn't imagine that when he was a first-year, he was far from reaching the same level as Yukimura.

...............

On the court, Kenya Oshitari at the baseline took a step, quickly rushing towards the tennis ball's landing point.

Only a thud was heard, and the tennis ball had already landed on the ground.

In an instant, Kenya Oshitari's figure had already appeared at the tennis ball's landing point, and at the same time, the racket in his hand had already swung out.

Bang—

After a light sound, the tennis ball had already fallen onto the racket.

"Go back! !"

Kenya Oshitari shouted in a low voice, forcefully pulling the racket out.

Chirp—

The tennis ball enveloped the airflow, bringing with it a slightly sharp sound of rushing through the air, behind the tennis ball's trajectory, it seemed that wisps of green smoke could be seen spreading.

The speed was very fast, in the eyes of the audience, this ball almost crossed the net in the blink of an eye.

"Genichiro will not lose."

Sitting on the coach's bench, Yukimura had a smile on his lips.

He was very clear about Sanada's strength, otherwise, Sanada at this time wouldn't be called—the Emperor!

"The opponent's strength is not bad, but it's a pity he met Sanada."

Juzaburo Mouri looked at Kenya Oshitari, commenting.

Clearly, the entire Rikkaidai understood Sanada's strength.

"Too slow!"

Only a low shout was heard from Sanada's mouth, his leg muscles exploded, already arriving at the tennis ball's landing point in advance.

"As swift as the wind!"

Sanada's gaze focused, looking at the tennis ball, the racket in his hand had already been raised, and then he suddenly swung at the tennis ball!

Thwack—

A crisp sound like a whip rang out, Sanada's arm instantly exerted force, directly striking the tennis ball out.

Chirp, chirp, chirp—

In the process of flying, the tennis ball brought with it an astonishing spin, instantly cutting through the entire court.

A wisp of green smoke visible to the naked eye spread behind the tennis ball's trajectory, the sound of rushing through the air constantly rang out, and the airflow it brought with it produced a slight explosion.

Fast!

Extremely fast!

"What!"

Kenya Oshitari's gaze suddenly contracted, and by the time he reacted, the tennis ball had already rushed out of bounds, rolling to his feet.

"How could this be…!"

Kuranosuke Shiraishi looked at the tennis ball at Kenya Oshitari's feet, shouting in disbelief.

This ball was too fast!

And the audience only heard the sound of a ball being hit, and then they didn't see the shadow of the tennis ball…

The speed of the tennis ball had already exceeded the extent that their naked eyes could see.

Although they couldn't see it clearly, this didn't prevent them from being excited, after all, there was a replay on the big screen!

When they saw it clearly, they couldn't help but cheer again!