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

A blur of afterimages appeared in the eyes of all the spectators.

In an instant, Camus' figure had already arrived at the net, his racket raised, and he swung down at the tennis ball!

The sound of the ball being struck rang out abruptly.

It was like a flash of light streaking through the night, the speed reaching its limit!

A sharp glint flashed in Yukimura's violet eyes, and with a twist of his feet, his figure darted out like a cheetah.

"So fast!"

The French team was surprised by the sudden burst of speed from Yukimura, not expecting that his speed could be increased even further this time.

Duke Watanabe didn't say anything. The speed Yukimura displayed when he saved Chloe was even faster!

This current speed is not Yukimura's limit!

However, Duke Watanabe didn't speak, his eyes were somewhat complicated, and he sighed.

The sound of steady and rapid footsteps rang out, and when Yukimura's figure reappeared, he had already arrived at the landing point of the tennis ball.

The collar of Yukimura's clothes fluttered loudly, and the jacket draped over his shoulders swayed constantly.

A gleam flickered in his amethyst-like pupils, and without the slightest hesitation, he swung his racket at the tennis ball!

The heavy sound suddenly exploded, and Yukimura's arm suddenly sank.

In an instant, the muscle power within his arm erupted, instantly smashing the tennis ball out.

"He hit it back!!"

Watching the replay on the big screen, countless spectators exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone was amazed that this middle school student was able to engage in a back-and-forth battle with Camus for nearly twenty minutes.

And when Camus started to attack, he didn't retreat in the slightest?

"Wait—what is Camus doing??"

Suddenly, a spectator exclaimed.

In the eyes of all the spectators, Camus on the big screen did something that surprised everyone in the stadium.

Camus was very fast, locking his eyes on the 'tennis ball,' and almost instantly he had arrived at the landing point of the tennis ball.

At the moment of swinging his racket, Camus glanced at Yukimura on the opposite side, and a strange sense of incongruity suddenly arose in his heart.

This situation only lasted for a moment in Camus's mind, and then Camus immediately swung his racket.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Camus on the court.

"0:15!"

After the silence, the referee's voice rang out.

When Camus realized his situation, his expression changed drastically.

He—he had been standing in place just now, or rather, he had only moved a few steps.

Suddenly, Camus felt the tennis ball roll to the side of his right foot.

Looking at the tennis ball beside his right foot, Camus's pupils contracted again.

He had clearly run towards the left side of the court to receive the ball just now, but now he had only moved a few steps towards the left.

Most importantly—why did the tennis ball appear beside his right foot??

"What's going on?"

In the French team's rest area, Lou André frowned.

Herbert Norton watched Camus on the court and said in a deep voice: "Camus only moved a few steps just now,

and then stopped in place—what exactly happened??"

"Throwing the match? No—Camus would never throw the match."

Lindsay Falkan said in a deep voice.

Duke Watanabe frowned tightly, his eyes constantly scanning back and forth between Yukimura and Camus, trying to find something.

"Polk, did you see clearly what happened just now?"

On the other side of the stands, Q.P. looked at Polk and asked.

"No."

Polk shook his head and then said: "Just now, Seiichi Yukimura's movements were completely the same as a normal return, with no difference at all."

Q.P.'s pupils narrowed slightly after hearing Polk's words. Even Polk couldn't see it?

"This Seiichi Yukimura—what exactly did he do?"

Looking at Yukimura below, Q.P.'s expression became serious.

Medanore and Amadeus fell into deep thought, constantly flashing Yukimura's movements in their minds,

After watching it several times, they still couldn't find any problems.

Although they didn't know what exactly happened, it must be this Seiichi Yukimura who did something.

"Yukimura's dream—is even stronger than before."

In the Neon team's rest area, Byodoin Houou and Juujirou Oni and others had all experienced the power of the dream.

But after seeing Camus' situation now, they understood in an instant.

"Yukimura's mental strength is also stronger than before."

Ochi Tsukimitsu looked at Yukimura on the court and said: "Mental-type techniques have also been enhanced a lot. Just now, Yukimura made Camus have a dream!"

It sounds incredible, but Yukimura did indeed do it.

"Like illusion, like a dream—so that's why it's a dream—"

Irie Kanata chuckled softly, his eyes filled with solemnity.

"Seiichi is so amazing!!"

Chloe looked at Yukimura with a surprised expression. She had never seen Camus in this situation before.

Not only that, Yukimura didn't panic at all when facing Camus's attack, and now he's even counterattacking and scoring. "As expected, Seiichi is much better than that Q.P. from the German team!"

Chloe thought to herself.

"Go, Seiichi!!"

After the silence, the stadium burst into an uproar.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking at the court in disbelief.

Camus was actually scored on first!

The big screen was still replaying the scene when Camus was scored on just now.

The host's expression was a little awkward, and he didn't know what to say now.

On the court, Camus came back to his senses and looked at Yukimura on the opposite side: "Is this your ability?"

"You could say that."

Yukimura nodded lightly in response.

"You can become a member of the Neon U-17 representative team, and it's indeed not without reason."

Camus's pupils narrowed slightly and said: "To be honest, I underestimated you a little before."

"You are very strong. Although I haven't fought with Q.P., my intuition tells me that you are stronger than Q.P.!"

Speaking of this, Camus's expression became serious.

He wasn't lying. Yukimura gave him an extremely dangerous feeling. From the moment Yukimura stood on the court, Camus had a feeling, but now that feeling had turned into danger.

Extremely dangerous!

"My situation just now was like a dream—you should be a mental-type player."

Camus looked at Yukimura and said in a deep voice.

"Camus is Camus."

Yukimura chuckled after hearing Camus's words and said: "You're right, that move just now was a dream."

"Very strong mental-type skill."

After getting Yukimura's answer, Camus said: "It's my first time playing against a mental-type player. Although it's very difficult to deal with, I don't think I will lose."

"Me too."

Yukimura replied.

In an instant, the aura on the two of them erupted, and a low pressure instantly enveloped the entire court, causing the faces of the nearby spectators to change drastically.

This aura—is so strong!!