The Strongest in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 463 Finals: Hyotei, Seigaku (fourth update, please subscribe.)

Tokyo Metropolitan Convention venue.

No. 9 court.

The inside of the court.

Close to the center of the backcourt.

Lean forward.

Racquet raised slightly.

Look straight ahead.

Sengoku Kiyosumi.

Yamabuki’s second singles player.

He is preparing to serve.

The other side of the net.

Behind the baseline.

The tennis ball was thrown up, the knees bent, and the body leaned back sharply.

Shoo softly.

Atobe jumped into the air.

The shoulders are lifted, the body is turned sideways, and the arms are swung violently.

Boom!

The racquet in Atobe’s hands hit the tennis ball.

Tennis instantly disappeared from the eyes of most off-court spectators.

Atobe played super high-speed serve.

At the same moment.

“The quality of serve has never bottomed out.

“Atobe Keigo, it is worthy of being recognized by the Professional Tennis Monthly and as a top player with national strength last year. He is indeed as strong as a monster!”

Qianshi felt helpless.

Relying on his super dynamic vision, which is firmly in the top five of junior high school tennis, Sengoku clearly captured the trajectory of tennis. But there was not the slightest joy in his eyes.

When Atobe played the second 08 tennis ball, he was able to see the trajectory of the super high-speed serve, but Sengoku has not been able to score any goals until now!

Although his interest was not high, Sengoku’s actions did not hesitate.

“Step! Step! Step!”

Chitose moved toward the front right.

There was a bang.

Immediately after the tennis ball hit the ground, Sengoku rushed to the back left of the tennis ball.

Racquet stretched out.

The arm exerts force.

Sengoku accurately followed the tennis ball.

Lean forward.

Raise your wrist.

The tennis quickly rushed out of Sengoku’s racquet.

The sound of hooting.

The tennis ball skimmed the court.

Then it blasted behind the service line.

Near the meter after the tennis ball hits the ground.

“Sengoku Kiyosumi, Yamabuki’s No. 2 singles player this year, has excellent dynamic vision, good serving, strong jumping ability, and basic ball control, not weaker than Hato and Muko.’

“But there are too many flaws!”

Atobe fixed his eyes on tennis and Sengoku.

“Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!”

A large number of beams of light appeared in Atobe’s eyes.

Ordinary forehand slam.

The tennis ball was hit by Atobe at Sengoku’s feet.

Sengoku hurriedly backed away. When he was about to swing and catch the ball, it seemed as if he was suddenly frozen by the ice, and Sengoku’s body appeared to stagnate for an instant.

The tennis ball bombarded the ground under Sengoku’s gaze.

“Wow!”

The tennis ball finally hit the barbed wire behind the court.

“The Atobe player scored.

“The score is 40:0.”

“Hyotei is ahead!”

The referee announced the score.

“One more ball!”

“One more ball!”

“One more ball!”

The Hyotei cheerleaders outside the field cheered instantly.

“Senishi, he is a singles master in Yamabuki second only to Akutsu, and he is stronger than Minister Murata. His tiger cannon serve and super dynamic vision are very difficult, and such a master will be completely blocked by Atobe!”

“No way, although Sengoku is powerful, his opponent is even stronger. Atobe of Hyotei, he was recognized as having national strength before the start of the national competition last year. He is not comparable to Sengoku!”

“That’s true. Oshitari can replicate all of Fuji’s signature skills. His strength is already terrifying, but he is only number two in Hyotei.

The audience outside the venue talked a lot, and sighs came out from time to time.

After half a minute.

The center of the backcourt.

Ding!

In Atobe’s eyes, a huge icicle completely penetrated Sengoku.

There was a bang.

The tennis ball fell on the ground between Sengoku’s feet.

Although the tennis ball fell very close to him, Sengoku could not play the racquet.

“Atobe scored.

“competition is over!”

“Hyotei Gakuen Atobe Keigo vs. Yamabuki Middle-School Sengoku Kiyosumi!”

“Hyotei wins!

“The score is 6:0.”

The referee announced loudly.

outside the court.

The area where everyone Seigaku is located.

“Six-to-zero sealed Qianshi and didn’t miss a goal.”

“Atobe, he is still that strong.”

Fuji narrowed his eyes and said.

“Atobe, he is really good!”

Said a rare evaluation of the hand.

“Atobe defeated Yamabuki, and now Hyotei is good, Yamabuki has reached a two-to-two draw. However, the two remaining players of Hyotei are Mukai and Hiyoshi, and the two remaining players of Yamabuki are Yamabuki, the two first-year picks of this year. One horse and Muromachi ten times.”

“From the five-dimensional data and the information I collected, Hyotei won this game!”

“Our next opponent is Hyotei!”

Gan said with his glasses.

None of Oishi, Kikumaru, Kawamura, and Shimura offered other opinions.

Mukahi Gakuto, a player who has gone through the national competition last year, is firmly at the Kanto level. Hiyoshi Wakashi, one of Hyotei’s three strongest freshmen this year, even overwhelmed Haitang’s powerful newcomer in practice matches.

No matter who the Hyotei players are, Yamabuki’s Kita Ma and Muromachi Ten Times are not opponents.

at the same time.

Below the court.

Hyotei’s bench.

“This round of competition is our Hyotei won!”

Xiang Ri stood up confidently.

The other side of the court.

“Mukahi Gakuto.”

“Such an opponent”

Standing up with the blue Muromachi ten times holding a pat.

Because of Akutsu’s existence, Muromachi dared not say frustrating words ten times, but he did not have the slightest confidence in his eyes.

Eighteen minutes later.

“The game is over!” 847

“Hyotei Gakuen Mukahi Gakuto vs. Yamabuki Middle-School Muromachi ten times!”

“Hyotei wins!”

“The score is 6:0.”

“Tokyo Metropolitan Conference semifinals, Hyotei Gakuen played against Yamabuki Middle-School, but the score was 3-2, Hyotei advanced to the final!”

The referee announced loudly.

Above the court, on Hyotei’s bench, Atobe, Shinobu and Hyotei’s second-year candidates turned their attention to the position of Seigaku.

At last year’s Metropolitan Convention, Hyotei was kicked from the seat of the King of Tokyo by Seigaku.

Taking the position of the seniors in the tennis club, the ambitious five of Atobe, Oshitari Muko, Haeto, and Cirou, who are intended to be the national champions, tasted the taste of failure for the first time.

Revenge Seigaku!

This is the idea they have already produced today last year.

Around the court.

Hundreds of viewers are also full of expectations.

Hyotei was only the top eight team in the country last year, and Yamabuki only reached the top 16 in the country, but the game between them has been very exciting.

Atobe of Hyotei.

Oshitari of Hyotei.

Akutsu from Yamabuki.

They all demonstrated national singles strength.

South and East.

The two of them also showed the strength of national doubles.

And Seigaku is the national champion.

Hyotei and Seigaku.

The battle between them will definitely be more exciting!