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

Meanwhile.

Within Japan.

All tennis enthusiasts stayed in their homes, watching the live broadcast of this tennis match.

To be precise, everyone was looking at that familiar face on the screen.

Yukimura Seiichi, the Child of God who resonated throughout the country!

Now, this Child of God is participating in the U-17 World Cup, and it's against the French team, ranked third in the world!

The opponent is the French team's genius, Leopold Camus!

U-17 World Cup!

This kind of world-class event is unfamiliar to many people, especially the younger generation, who have never even heard of it.

The only thing they know is the National Tournament!

But now, the sudden broadcast of the U-17 World Cup is a surprise to them.

Before broadcasting the U-17 World Cup, the entire country of Japan began to promote it heavily.

The front page of every tennis magazine had only one photo.

That was the photo Inoue Mamoru took at the airport, showing Yukimura wearing the Japanese U-17 team uniform, with the No.6 badge on his collar!

Immediately afterward, all the tennis newspapers began reporting about the U-17 World Cup and the world's professional tennis players.

At this time, some people realized that there was such an event in the world!

Suddenly, the whole country was in an uproar!

Until today, when the news of the Japanese team's group match against the French team came.

Countless tennis enthusiasts began watching this live broadcast.

“0:15!”

Until the referee's voice came from the live broadcast, countless people cheered.

Night fell, and the moonlight flickered under the cover of dark clouds.

Kanagawa Prefecture, Rikkai Dai Tennis Club.

In the brightly lit conference room.

Sanada, Yanagi Renji, and Mōri Jusaburō sat together, their eyes fixed on the live broadcast of the match. The three of them looked extremely serious, and even when the referee announced Yukimura's score, their serious expressions did not ease.

“Seiichi—has he become this strong?”

After a long silence, Sanada's voice slowly sounded.

The U-17 World Cup is not an event that anyone can participate in casually.

The three of them were very clear about this.

“The gap between us and the captain—can it really be bridged?”

Mōri Jusaburō's voice sounded.

“I don’t know.”

Yanagi Renji shook his head, and then said: “This kind of gap—we—”

Speaking of this, Yanagi Renji also fell silent.

Not only Sanada, Yanagi Renji, and Mōri Jusaburō.

Shitenhōji in Kansai, Hyōtei in Tokyo, Seigaku, and Yamabuki were also watching this live broadcast.

At this moment, Atobe Keigo, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Shiraishi Kuranosuke, and Fuji Syusuke were all silent.

France, gymnasium.

Countless exclamations kept ringing out, and all the spectators couldn't imagine how Yukimura scored from Camus.

Even if the big screen kept replaying the segments of Yukimura scoring, they still didn't understand.

On the coach's bench, Mifune Nyūdō smiled when he saw Yukimura get the first point.

This scene of Yukimura scoring from Camus had been transmitted to the world through live broadcast!

All tennis enthusiasts around the world widened their eyes, looking at the purple-haired figure with a coat draped over his shoulders in the picture.

Camus' expression became more and more solemn, and his tone was serious: “You are the strongest of all the middle school students I have ever seen!”

This sentence undoubtedly meant that Camus acknowledged Yukimura as the strongest existence among all middle school students in the world.

This included Q.P.!

Camus had already said before that although he had never fought with Q.P., based on the degree of danger alone, Yukimura had already surpassed Q.P.!

“Thank you.”

Yukimura replied, but even so, there was no relaxation on his face.

Camus' heart sank slightly. He had never fought against a player of Yukimura's type, and he knew even less about mental techniques.

But—

He wouldn't think that Yukimura only had this one mental technique.

Dream!

“A terrifying mental technique.”

Camus thought to himself.

The next moment, Camus had already thrown the tennis ball high into the air.

Bang! His arm was raised, and then the racket instantly hit the tennis ball.

The tennis ball pierced through the court like an arrow, and bursts of air-piercing sounds rang out.

Almost instantly.

The tennis ball instantly exploded beside Yukimura!

Bang! A terrifying wave of air and dust filled the air.

Immediately afterward, the tennis ball quickly rushed out of the smoke and dust, flying straight out of Yukimura's baseline.

“So fast!”

Yukimura's pupils shrank slightly. Camus' serve had become faster!

“He’s going to score!!!”

Seeing that Yukimura hadn't made any reaction, countless spectators shouted excitedly.

Chloé's small face tightened, and her pair of lively eyes stared straight at Yukimura.

A purple figure as fast as lightning suddenly appeared, and just as the tennis ball was about to fly out of the baseline, a racket instantly appeared behind the ball.

Then, a muffled sound exploded on the court.

Yukimura's arm trembled violently, and a terrifying force spread along the racket into his arm.

The racket made a painful sound, and the strings began to twist continuously.

Almost instantly—

Yukimura's purple eyes paused, and he instantly smashed the tennis ball out.

The next second, Yukimura captured Camus' afterimage on the other side.

Fast!

Extremely fast!

Almost instantly, Camus had already arrived at the mid-court.

“World-class is world-class!”

Yukimura's expression was extremely solemn. He was still at the quasi-world-class level, and he was still somewhat lacking in the face of Camus' suddenly erupting world-class strength.

“In this match, I will win with my 'beloved'——”

Camus' voice still rang in Yukimura's ears.

As he spoke, Camus had already swung his racket.

Boom! The collision of the racket and the tennis ball stirred up a stream of air, and the tennis ball turned into a powerful cannonball.

In a flash of lightning, it exploded beside Yukimura, and the terrifying force made the court tremble.

A flash of lightning flashed in Yukimura's purple eyes, and he quickly followed.

“You—won't be able to return it.”

Camus murmured as he watched Yukimura's movements.

“My 'beloved' has already told me—your ending.”

As he spoke, the landing tennis ball suddenly accelerated and bounced up.

In Yukimura's eyes, the tennis ball quickly brushed past the front end of his racket, and then instantly flew out of the baseline.

“15:15!!”

The referee announced immediately after seeing Camus score, his voice even louder than when Yukimura scored.

It seemed that this referee was also a supporter of the French team.

“Camus will win!!”

“France!! France!! France!! France!!”

Suddenly, cheers erupted again in the gymnasium.

Just because Camus had tied the score, it was already enough for these supporters!

“Even if he scores, Camus will instantly tie it back.”

Lou André said in a deep voice as he looked at Camus on the court.