Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

Chapter 61 : The real horror of Hyotei

“It seems that Hyotei’s strength is nothing more than that. We are set to win this match.”

Behind Bantian Kanya, a teenager with orange hair said with a smile.

“Senoku, do you really think we can win this match?”

Gan Bantian also turned his head and looked at the boy called Sengoku.

Sengoku Kiyosumi, before Akutsu came to Yamabuki, was the only player in Yamabuki tennis club with outstanding singles talents, and now he is only a freshman.

His dynamic vision and control of the match are very outstanding.

“Of course the old man, we have already won two rounds. As long as we win one round of the remaining three rounds, won’t we win?”

Sengoku Kiyosumi was a little strange when I heard Bantian Kanya. Could it be possible that Yamabuki could still lose with such a big advantage?

“Senishi, wait a minute and you will be able to see where the real scariest part of Hyotei is now, and you see, although Hyotei has lost two games in a row, do their coaches and players have panic expressions on their faces? ”

Miki Banta also stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction of Hyotei.

Sengoku Kiyosumi quickly turned his gaze to Hyotei’s direction when he heard the words of Banta Mikiya. He found that in addition to the cheerleaders of Hyotei, the faces of the cheerleaders were a bit unsightly, Hyotei’s coach Sakura Taro, as well as Hyotei’s eight candidates. There was no trace of panic, as if he was not worried that the match would lose in the end.

Sengoku Kiyosumi and Minami Kentaro and Touhou Masami looked at each other, and they all saw shocked expressions in the opposite eyes.

The words of Bantian Mikiya have already said so clearly, they are not stupid, of course they understand what Bantian Miyaya’s words mean.

Obviously, Ms. Bantian is also very unoptimistic about the next three singles, and even thinks that in the next three games, Yamabuki will lose all three singles, and finally lose this match.

“Tennis is really a very attractive sport.”

Seeing that the three of them had understood what he meant, Ms. Bantian also said something unclear, with a smile on his face, as if he didn’t care about Yamabuki’s upcoming fiasco.

For this old man with a smile on his face, who has experienced countless trials and hardships, no one can guess what he is thinking.

In the Hyotei rest area, Yuji Honshu and Kawasaki Mori who had finished the match have returned here.

“The match is hard, you guys go and rest first.”

Sakura Taro said lightly.

“The next match depends on you.”

Honshu Yuji and Kawasaki Mori looked at Youyun, Tezuka and Atobe, and said with some shame.

“Don’t worry about this. I think some of the Yamabuki people are already dreaming that they can win this match.”

Atobe looked at Yamabuki’s side because he won two games in a row, and became a little excited, and said disdainfully.

“Now we will start the match of the third singles, please enter both players.”

Referee’s voice came over.

Youyun stood up and walked towards the match venue. In this match, it was his turn.

Yamabuki’s side.

“Sengoku, go, just do your best.”

Ms. Banda also said to Sengoku Kiyosumi.

“Don’t worry, old man, I won’t lose.”

Sengoku Kiyosumi replied with a serious face, then turned around and entered the match venue.

He was very unconvinced, why they would definitely lose.

“Hey, I hope that person can be more merciful, Chinishi, you don’t get hit too hard.”

Seeing the look on Sengoku Kiyosumi’s face, Miki Bantian didn’t know what he was thinking.

He has seen too many young people like this. Because of his good talent and a little strength, he is despised and looks down upon other peers, even seniors.

These people, without exception, will be severely hit at some point in the future, and they will not be able to withstand the hit. From then on, everyone has become one of the many ordinary players.

Only those who can withstand the blow and use this to oppress themselves to move on can become truly strong.

In the world of Prince of Tennis, there is never a lack of strong players, let alone geniuses.

“The match started, Hyotei Kazami Youyun played against Yamabuki Sengoku Kiyosumi, and at the end of the round, Hyotei served the round.”

After both Youyun and Sengoku Kiyosumi entered the court, referee announced the start of the match.

Youyun glanced at Sengoku Kiyosumi on the opposite side, then raised his arm and waved the racquet to hit the tennis ball.

boom.

The tennis ball pierced through the court like a bolt of lightning, passing by Sengoku Kiyosumi’s side, and flying out of the court.

At this time, Sengoku Kiyosumi was still standing still.

“15-0.”

The terrifying ball speed caused the referee to have a momentary sluggishness, but his good professionalism still allowed him to react in time and announce the score.

“How is it possible, I can’t see clearly at all.”

Sengoku Kiyosumi looked back at the tennis ball behind him, leaving a drop of cold sweat on his face.

He has always been extremely confident in his dynamic vision, and he believes he can see clearly even at the fast speed of the ball.

But now, his confidence began to waver. *