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

Hearing this, the crowd nodded, looking back at the court.

Simultaneously.

On the court.

After the light wave's dome dissipated, the tennis ball lightly fell to the ground, then bounced up.

Yukimura stepped forward, and with a keen eye, slammed the ball!

A deafening sound of impact suddenly rang out, as the tennis ball transformed into a powerful cannonball, bursting forth!

In the blink of an eye, the ball smashed into the ground, leaving a black mark.

"As expected of you, Yukimura."

Medanore lowered his hand, looking at Yukimura.

He had enough time to hit the ball back as it bounced, but he didn't.

The tennis ball brushed past him, crashing into the wall.

A crack appeared on the wall.

"15 : 0!"

The referee's voice rang out.

Instantly.

"Absolutely amazing!"

"Yukimura is just too strong!"

"Medanore is also good."

"Go! Child of God!"

"Go! Medanore!"

After the audience's uproar, they began to cheer and applaud for the two!

The audience no longer cared who they were supporting in this match.

No matter who it was, the audience would cheer with all their might!

Because!

This was the most exciting match they had been waiting for!

The strongest showdown!

"But, how did you know about Medanore's situation?"

Reinhardt asked Amadeus with a puzzled expression.

To his surprise, Medanore had such a past, and he finally understood why he had wanted to visit Medanore in the hospital, but was ultimately rejected.

Initially, Reinhardt had thought that Medanore looked down on him, N0.20, for visiting him.

But after realizing that wasn't the case, the matter was dropped.

He didn't expect to hear about Medanore's illness again from Amadeus today.

"I also went to visit him in the hospital before."

Amadeus looked at Medanore with a deep gaze and said, "At the time, he refused to see guests, and I only accidentally discovered that he wasn't in the ward, so I started asking about his whereabouts."

"I only found out the real cause of his illness and the place where he trained in the end."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions became serious.

"If that's really the case, Yukimura is in danger."

Camus's eyes narrowed as he picked up his racket and said, "Darling, please give Yukimura some strength."

"Don't worry, Yukimura won't lose."

Reinhardt narrowed his eyes and said seriously.

Even close friends.

They definitely hoped that Yukimura could win.

And they believed that Yukimura could!

On the court.

Medanore looked at the tennis ball rolling at his feet, revealing a faint smile.

"Let's continue."

With that said, Medanore lowered his entire body, assuming a defensive stance.

Across the net, Yukimura tossed the tennis ball into the air.

The muscles on his arm bulged, and his entire aura continued to erupt. In the gap as the tennis ball fell,

he spread his aura onto the racket, enveloping the tennis ball at the moment of the swing.

Boom! The racket and the tennis ball collided, creating an explosion.

The tennis ball stopped on the racket. At the moment Yukimura swung his racket violently, the strings caved in.

In an instant, the tennis ball flew out like a cannonball, leaving a trail of green smoke in its path.

At the moment the tennis ball burst out, it disappeared on the court.

"Too fast!"

The audience couldn't help but exclaim.

On the other side, Medanore's expression was normal.

Immediately.

His entire aura erupted, and his body was like a hunting cheetah, leaping out with a step.

"Medanore is also so fast!"

The audience exclaimed again.

If the two of them were dueling with strength just now.

Now.

It was a clash of speed!

Whether it was the tennis ball or Medanore, they both seemed to have disappeared on the court.

Instantly.

A trail of afterimages appeared on the tennis ball.

Medanore also instantly appeared behind the tennis ball.

The tennis ball landed, raising dust.

Boom! An explosion sounded on the court.

The dust was instantly scattered, and a tennis ball wrapped in a black glow rebounded towards Yukimura's court.

Then, a trail of afterimages appeared on the tennis ball, disappearing on the court.

Yukimura also suddenly disappeared from the spot, and with a smooth motion, raised his arm and smashed the tennis ball back!

Boom! An explosive sound rang out.

A layer of dust rose behind Yukimura, and the tennis ball flew out from the racket!

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang! For a time, only the sound of hitting the ball could be heard on the court.

Yukimura, Medanore, and the tennis ball all seemed to have disappeared on the court.

The audience could only see three afterimages constantly changing positions.

The atmosphere on the court instantly became strange.

At this time, everyone felt like they were watching an empty court.

They no longer knew where to focus their gaze.

Three minutes.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Yukimura and Medanore relied solely on strength, speed, and technique to constantly hit the ball back and forth on the court.

Now it wasn't a battle of different dimensions.

But it brought everyone into another dimension.

In this dimension, there was no change in time.

The two of them were just single-mindedly swinging their rackets and hitting the tennis ball.

Suddenly.

Medanore acted.

The aura of his entire body spread out.

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The sound of tides kept ringing.

Waves of seawater seemed to roll in from all directions towards the court like raging waves,

In just an instant, the court was filled with seawater.

"This is!"

Irie Kanata's expression was solemn: "That aura from before!"

"Whose alternate dimension is this again?"

Taneshima Shuji said in a deep voice: "An alternate dimension that can contend with the team leader."

When the first-string players saw the alternate dimension used by Medanore again, their expressions changed.

Everyone was very familiar with this alternate dimension.

It was the alternate dimension used by Medanore before he went on the court.

It was also the alternate dimension that he clashed with Byodoin Houou.

That vast aura was not something that could be forgotten in a short time.

In the solemn gazes of the first-string players and middle school students, Medanore made his next move.

He saw.

The court instantly turned into a vast ocean.

The sea waves surged.

Storms raged.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

Whirr, whirr, whirr! A raging storm seemed to want to blow up all the waves of this world.

Crack! Lightning constantly struck down, illuminating this vast ocean again and again in the dark environment.

Splash! The raging waves seemed to be slapped by a pair of invisible giant palms, and one wave became higher than the other!

At this time, it was as if the end of the world had arrived.

The sun had been swallowed by uselessness, leaving only a faint ray of sunlight.

Under the sunlight, hundreds of warships appeared.

The foremost warship was made of gold and was the largest of all the ships.

A figure stood at the very front.

It was Medanore!

"Yukimura Seiichi! Come!"

As he spoke, hundreds of warships rushed to the highest point of the waves along with the ocean, then.

The waves and warships plunged downwards.

Du! The horn sounded at this time.

Many figures appeared on the decks of the warships.

After all the figures reached their respective positions on the warships, they uniformly aimed their cannons at Yukimura.