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

The match continues.

It's Camus's serve again.

With a flick of his wrist, he tosses the tennis ball high into the air once more.

Bang! The racket strikes the tennis ball, sending out a muffled thud.

"As expected, the speed has increased again!"

Yukimura thought to himself, his purple eyes watching the speeding tennis ball.

Immediately, Yukimura exerted force from his feet, his figure transforming into a bolt of lightning, quickly rushing towards the landing point of the tennis ball.

Thud! The sound of the tennis ball landing rang out.

The instant the tennis ball bounced, Yukimura had already arrived at the landing point.

A purple crystal-like luster flashed in his purple eyes, and his arm swung down!

In an instant, the collision between the racket and the tennis ball resounded.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! With Yukimura as the center, a powerful airflow continuously spread out towards the surroundings.

As the airflow raged, it instantly left a gash on Yukimura's lapel.

Yukimura's expression paused, his arm exerted force, and he instantly smashed the tennis ball out.

On the opposite side, Camus's figure had already disappeared from his original position.

Then, a steady and rapid sound of footsteps rang out, and Camus's figure was reflected in his purple eyes.

That powerful and terrifying aura seemed to awaken at this moment.

World-class!

Yukimura's expression became extremely serious, his mental power instantly tensing up, his gaze fixed on Camus.

Bang! The sound of the ball being hit rang out, and behind Camus, a thick cloud of smoke billowed up.

Shriek-

Along with the rotation of the tennis ball, the airflow flowing through the entire court seemed to be pierced and torn apart.

Fast!

Fast to the limit!

Even the machine couldn't capture the trajectory of the tennis ball, and only a wisp of visible smoke remained on the big screen!

"From now on, it's when Camus shows his true strength!"

The French team watched Camus in the court and said in a deep voice.

Because his name is Leopold Camus!

In the next instant, the French team saw Yukimura disappear from their eyes.

Whoosh! The purple figure was as fast as lightning, appearing in front of the tennis ball almost in the blink of an eye.

Yukimura raised his arm, the airflow was紊乱, and then he immediately swung his racket at the tennis ball.

Boom! A muffled explosion rang out, and all the surrounding spectators felt a loud noise in their ears.

Immediately afterwards, the tennis ball instantly pierced through the court, rushing towards Camus with unimaginable power.

Camus's gaze sank, he took a step forward, and quickly rushed towards the direction of the tennis ball.

Before the tennis ball landed, the racket in his hand had already been raised.

Swoosh! Suddenly, the tennis ball suddenly accelerated, bringing with it a piercing sound of tearing through the air.

"Useless!"

Camus said, and as soon as he finished speaking, he had already swung his racket.

Only a thud was heard, and the racket had already heavily hit the tennis ball.

A powerful aura spread out with Camus as the center, and the terrifying power from inside the racket made Camus's face change slightly.

"Such strong power!"

Camus really didn't expect that Yukimura's power would be so strong.

"Could it be that he is also hiding his strength?"

He originally thought that Yukimura's mental power was very strong, but now Yukimura's strength, speed, and technique are stronger than when they fought just now!

Just as Camus hit the tennis ball back, his face suddenly changed.

Without the slightest hesitation, his arm was instantly pulled out.

Clatter! In the surprised gazes of everyone around, Camus directly hit this ball into the net.

Net!

"How could this be! !"

The French team couldn't help but exclaim after seeing this scene.

Camus actually hit a net ball?

"How could Camus make such a mistake? '

Lu André said incredulously looking at Camus.

Net ball!

At their level, the probability of hitting a net ball can be said to be 0%, almost impossible!

Not to mention Camus, but Camus just hit a net ball.

"15: 40! "

The referee glanced at Camus with some surprise, was silent for a moment, and finally announced the score.

"A world-class player actually hit a net ball? "

Q.P frowned, he wouldn't believe that this was intentional.

Polk frowned tightly, even after he saw Camus hit a net ball, he couldn't help but wonder.

This is an impossible mistake, especially for them.

Medanore took a deep look at Yukimura: "This Yukimura Seiichi is simply too terrifying! "

Amadeus's black pupils trembled slightly. In their eyes, Yukimura must have done something just now.

Otherwise, Camus would not have hit a net ball.

"Is it a mental-type technique again? "

"Here it comes, Yukimura's deprivation of the five senses! "

In the Neon team's rest area, Irie Kanata naturally noticed something was wrong with Camus.

World-class mental skills are equally useful against world-class players!

Therefore, Yukimura can compete with world-class players with his quasi-world-class strength, but the duration of the five senses deprivation is not very long.

"But Yukimura still has the strongest move — .."

Tanegashima Shuji looked at Yukimura in the court and said slightly.

Zero-style tennis!

That is Yukimura's strongest state.

Once Yukimura enters the zero-style tennis state, then this game will really begin!

The current score is 15:40, and Yukimura can take the lead with just one point.

In this way, it will definitely be a good opportunity to boost morale for the Neon team!

"This is the Child of God! "

"Come on! ! "

Inoue Mamoru shouted at Yukimura in the court. How could his voice compare to everyone in the entire stadium?

His shouts were instantly drowned out.

"France! ! France! ! France! ! France! ! "

Seeing Camus lagging behind, those who supported the French team shouted even more, constantly cheering for Camus.

"What did you do again? "

In the court, Camus looked at his right hand and asked Yukimura.

"I just deprived you of your sense of touch. "

Yukimura replied in a very gentle tone.

Camus's eyes shrank again after hearing Yukimura's words.

Just deprived of the sense of touch? ?

But how did he do it?

How could my sense of touch be so easily deprived? ?

First a dream and then depriving myself of my sense of touch?

"How many mental skills do you have left? "

Even Camus couldn't help but be surprised at this moment.

Does this Yukimura Seiichi have no limit to his mental power?

Yukimura just smiled slightly after hearing Camus's words.

"It's really difficult! "

Camus frowned tightly, he now had a general understanding of Yukimura's strength.

After being silent for a while, Camus took a deep breath.

Since I don't understand what's going on, then observe carefully!

Mental skills are not unsolvable, there is no unsolvable serve in this world, Camus is very sure of this.

"I'll take this score first — —"

Yukimura smiled on his face, and the coat draped over his shoulders swayed as he turned around.