Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

Chapter 62 : The despair of Sengoku Kiyosumi

“Concentrate, you can definitely see clearly.”

Sengoku Kiyosumi thought with a heavy face.

“Do you really think you can see my serve?”

Youyun’s faint voice reached his ears.

Sengoku Kiyosumi was surprised, how does he know what I was thinking?

“Or, even if you do see it, will you surely be able to pick it up?”

Youyun’s voice sounded again.

Oppositely, Youyun tossed the tennis ball and hit the tennis ball with a swing.

Sengoku Kiyosumi saw this ball because Youyun deliberately slowed down his speed.

“Damn it, do you look down on me.”

Sengoku Kiyosumi’s face was very ugly, but he didn’t dare to neglect, and hurriedly chased the tennis ball.

However.

boom.

The tennis ball hits the ground, then bounces off the ground and flies off the court.

Sengoku Kiyosumi’s racquet was just less than five centimeters away from tennis.

“how so.”

Sengoku Kiyosumi looked at the tennis ball flying off the court, his eyes were a little dull, he had already seen it, why couldn’t he catch it.

“30-0.”

Referee announced the score.

“Or, even if you do receive it, will you be able to call it back?”

Youyun’s voice came into Sengoku Kiyosumi’s ears again.

Hearing Youyun’s voice, Sengoku Kiyosumi finally recovered.

“Damn, I will never give up.”

Sengoku Kiyosumi gritted his teeth and said.

“I have to calm down, there will be a way, there must be a way.”

Sengoku Kiyosumi kept reminding himself in his heart, forcibly calming his mind.

“Ah.”

Seeing Sengoku Kiyosumi, who had already experienced violent turmoil in the opposite side, Youyun smiled lightly.

Youyun tossed the tennis ball again, hit the tennis ball with a swing, and passed the tennis ball over.

Youyun continued to slow down his ball speed. This time the serve speed was slower than last time. Not only did Sengoku Kiyosumi see clearly, but with his speed and reaction, he definitely caught up.

A figure flashed, Sengoku Kiyosumi had stopped in front of the tennis ball, then lifted the racquet and swung it at the tennis ball.

Although knowing Youyun’s intention was intentional, Sengoku Kiyosumi still had no choice but to follow Youyun’s ideas.

However, since I received the ball, I must hit it back.

boom.

Patter.

The tennis ball fell into Sengoku Kiyosumi’s racquet and directly knocked his racquet into the air.

“how so?”

Sengoku Kiyosumi looked at the falling racquet not far away, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

The moment he hit the tennis ball, the powerful force carried by the tennis ball madly impacted his wrist through racquet, causing him to subconsciously loosen the handle of the racket, causing racquet to fall off from his hand, and was finally knocked out.

“Youyun, this guy is really ruthless.”

Looking at Sengoku Kiyosumi, who was already lost in the field, Atobe said with a smile.

“Fortunately, Youyun is our Hyotei. If you are an enemy with him, it is the greatest despair, but if you are a teammate with him, then it is the greatest happiness.”

Oshitari Yuushi said.

Hearing Oshitari Yuushi’s words, everyone in Hyotei nodded in agreement.

on court.

“Is that no longer possible? Sengoku Kiyosumi.”

Seeing what Sengoku Kiyosumi looks like now, Youyun couldn’t help but shook his head, disappointed.

Sengoku Kiyosumi is not without talent, on the contrary, Sengoku Kiyosumi’s talent is quite high.

However, his natural super ball sense and excellent dynamic vision made him go so smoothly all the way, so that he gradually formed a sense of dependence on his better dynamic vision than ordinary people, but neglected to exercise his own strength. .

So that when he was promoted to the third country, his strength, speed, and skills were far inferior to those junior high school students who were advanced, even advanced, or even at the upper-middle level of strength.

So in the original book, he lost to the second grade Momoshiro Takeshi and Akira Kamio.

However, after two consecutive failures, he realized his shortcomings and decided to change his style of play, so in the later time, his strength was greatly improved.

But now it’s not the original anime. In his hands, Sengoku Kiyosumi has suffered more blows than he lost to Momoshiro Takeshi and Akira Kamio in the original.

Whether he can successfully emerge from this huge blow is not certain.

However, whether Sengoku Kiyosumi can get out of the blow or not, it has nothing to do with Youyun. He only needs to win this match.

The match is not over yet, Youyun continues to serve.

boom.

“40-0.”

boom.

“GAME, Hyotei, 1-0.”

Referee announces the score.

At this time, Sengoku Kiyosumi, who had fallen into serious self-doubt, had no response to Youyun’s two serves, and let the tennis fly by him, and Youyun scored.

“Thousand Stones.”

Seeing that Sengoku Kiyosumi had turned into such a desperate appearance in just one round, everyone in Yamabuki was anxious.

However, they had no way, they could only shout, hoping that Sengoku could get out of this terrible state first. *