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

On the court.

Camus remained standing in place, his feet unmoving.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, five seconds—

Just like that, time passed little by little.

The referee sighed, then shouted loudly: “Game, Neon Team, Yukimura Seiichi, score 2:0!”

Just like that, Yukimura took the score for the second set!

The entire stadium was silent.

“Camus!!”

Camus's originally dim pupils began to glow again.

His motionless body raised his racket.

In an instant, the suppressed aura erupted from Camus.

Boom! The entire air was exploding, with Camus as the center, a powerful aura constantly spreading around.

Countless spectators held their breath, cold sweat appearing on their faces, their expressions turning pale.

“It's finally here!”

Yukimura's face darkened.

This aura was undoubtedly world-class!

Camus had forcibly broken free from Yukimura's deprivation of the five senses through his own strength!

“Not reaching the world-class level, is it still a bit forced?”

Yukimura thought to himself, but there was no trace of frustration in his eyes.

“The match has only just begun!”

Mifune Nyudo's expression was calm, as if he had expected this scene.

Byodoin Houou, Oni Jujiro, Taneshima Shuji, Irie Kanata, and Ochi Tsukimitsu all looked stern.

Chloe's small face became serious.

“You’ve really taken a lot of ‘care’ of me!”

Camus, who had broken free from the deprivation of the five senses, looked at Yukimura and said.

Yukimura shrugged and said, “Hasn't it already recovered?”

“Five Senses Deprivation… What a terrifying mental skill.”

Camus exclaimed, “If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid they would have collapsed long ago.”

“But you are not an ordinary person.”

Yukimura said lightly, “Aren't you?”

“That's true.”

Camus smiled, but the aura on his body became even more terrifying: “Now you have to show your true strength, right?”

“If you continue to play like this, you will lose the game.”

Although he said so, there was no trace of ease on Camus's face.

Yukimura was able to make him like this at the quasi-world-class level. What would happen when he reached the world-class level?

“In that case—”

Yukimura closed his eyes and took a light breath. When he opened his eyes—a momentum no weaker than Camus's emanated from Yukimura.

It was an aura without any emotional fluctuations.

At this moment, all emotions in Yukimura's eyes disappeared. It was a kind of—eyes without any emotion.

It was as if nothing could cause his emotions to fluctuate.

“What's going on?”

Q.P.'s face changed drastically after feeling the aura on Yukimura's body.

He suddenly felt an extremely dangerous aura from Yukimura. Even if he faced Yukimura—he would lose!

“I—I'm not as good as him!!”

After a long silence, Q.P. finally spoke, and a wave finally appeared on his expressionless face.

Hearing this, Medanoré, Polke, and Amadeus fell silent again.

“The Child of God!!!”

Goldel Johann widened his eyes, as if he saw a white figure appearing behind Yukimura.

Cold sweat instantly flowed down from his forehead.

That looming white figure looked very mysterious—even holy!

This feeling formed a very heavy sense of disharmony compared to Yukimura's emotionless pupils!

But it was this sense of disharmony that made it somewhat difficult for Medanoré and the others to imagine.

“Is this the reason why he is known as the Child of God??”

At this moment, this thought appeared in everyone's mind at the same time.

Child of God!

All the spectators in the entire stadium looked at Yukimura on the court.

But they didn't see the somewhat holy figure behind Yukimura like Goldel Johann.

The holy light seemed to shroud Yukimura, making him even more mysterious.

In Goldel Johann's eyes, Yukimura became incomparably noble at this moment, especially the white figure behind him.

Although it looked very blurry, Goldel Johann was sure that he saw it!

“This is the Child of God!!”

Goldel Johann shouted excitedly.

Not only Goldel Johann saw it, but Medanoré, Polke, Amadeus, Q.P., and others also saw it, but they didn't say it.

Because they knew very well what it was!

Plus Yukimura's emotionless eyes...

“His aura is already very close to a world-class player.”

Medanoré looked at Yukimura on the court and said in a deep voice. At least this aura was not much weaker than Camus.

“A dangerous feeling!”

Amadeus's black pupils revealed a hint of surprise. As a world-class player who was about to become a professional player, he actually felt a sense of palpitation from Yukimura!

It must be said that this was indeed surprising.

Not only Amadeus had this feeling, but Polke also had this feeling.

Medanoré's eyes were fixed on Yukimura's back.

“This feeling!”

Echizen Ryoga's pupils shrank suddenly, and then the fighting spirit in his eyes became stronger.

“Sure enough, only in this way are you qualified to be my opponent!”

“Is this momentum really a middle school student?”

In the French team, Lou André looked at Yukimura blankly.

“Without a doubt, he is a first-year middle school student!”

Herbert Norton took a deep breath and said, “This momentum—is completely no weaker than Camus. This Yukimura Seiichi, no—the Child of God is really too terrifying!”

“Child of God—if I didn't know this Yukimura Seiichi, I would definitely laugh at him.”

Lindsay Fackland looked at Yukimura and then said.

These words made the others nod involuntarily.

Duke Watanabe's expression was solemn: “What exactly did he do?”

Yukimura's emotionless eyes made everyone's heart tremble.

The current Yukimura was like an empty shell without a soul.

“Here it comes!”

In the Neon team, Byodoin Houou and Oni Jujiro and others looked stern.

Zero-Style Tennis!

Yukimura's strongest state!

The third game, Camus's serve.

The current score is 2:0, Yukimura is completely ahead, and has even broken Camus's serve.

At the baseline, Camus stared at Yukimura opposite him.

These cold and emotionless pupils made him feel somewhat familiar.

That was the feeling when he fell into darkness!

“To actually use Five Senses Deprivation—to deprive himself of his five senses, what a bold fellow!”

Even Camus had to admire Yukimura's courage. Only after personally experiencing Five Senses Deprivation would he know the terror of Yukimura's mental skills.

And Camus admired Yukimura's courage precisely because he knew this.

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The next moment, Camus tossed the tennis ball high.

His right arm raised, and then he swung down at the tennis ball!

Bang! The tennis ball made a muffled sound.

Fast!

Fast to the limit!

Everyone didn't even see the afterimage, only the sound of the ball hitting their ears.

The sound of explosions continued to ring out, and the entire court shook. A terrifying airflow formed a white vortex, wrapping the tennis ball.