The Strongest in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 566 Battle against San Icarus (fourth update, for subscription)

Court of Tokyo Metropolitan Arena.

A number is divided into court.

The first half an hour after the opening ceremony of the national competition.

“Game start!”

“One game decides the winner!”

“San Icarus Middle-School Richard Sakata vs. Kushiro Makito Middle-School Takajiro Hirota!”

“San Icarus serve!”

The referee on the sidelines announced.

outside the court.

“Sakata, defeat your opponent!”

“We have already won. The rest of this game is just the end, Ban Tian, ​​let’s go easily, absolutely no one in Kushimu East can be your opponent!”

“Sakata, I believe your speed will definitely make all opponents desperate!

The cheering sound filled with absolute confidence soon rang.

Twenty minutes later.

“competition is over!”

“San Icarus Middle-School Richard “September 10″ Sakata vs. Kushimaki East Middle-School Hirota Takajiro!”

“San Icarus wins!”

“The score is 6:0.

The referee on the sidelines announced the score.

“Sure enough, Sakata won the game easily!”

“The score is six to zero, and it took 20 minutes. This is a complete crush. The vice minister of Kushimaki East Middle-School Hirota Kijiro is not Sakata’s opponent at all!”

“If Sakata had the current strength last year, he might be able to hit the top ten freshmen!”

The cheers of the San Icarus players soon sounded.

at the same time.

Outside the barbed wire on the right side of the court.

“The movement speed is very fast, slightly faster than the jackals attached to Rikkai, and can make full use of their own speed, making their attacks very oppressive!”

“Same as the information obtained from the investigation, Richard Sakata, San Icarus Middle-School’s second-year ace, he is very good!”

Qian’s gaze retracted from the court.

“The guy in the dark is indeed very strong, but his strength is very weak, worse than Viper, Yuta, and Ikeda-senpai.

“If he is against me, my JackKnife can definitely defeat him and make him unable to play a speed advantage!”

Taocheng said confidently.

“I am very confident, Taocheng.”

“Then Richard Sakata of San Icarus will leave it to you, but don’t lose.”

Shimura said.

“Give me Sakata?”

“Minister, in the next game, can I play?,

Taocheng looked up in astonishment.

There was joy and other things in his eyes at the same time.

“Of course you can. You are Seigaku’s official player, not a spectator on the bench. We also need you to contribute to the tennis club.”

Shimura smiled and nodded.

“It’s great that I can play the game!”

Taocheng fisted with excitement in an instant.

Doubles, not good at it. singles, far from being the other seven opponents. In the game, Taocheng’s appearance could not bring any positive effects to Seigaku.

It is a great surprise for Taocheng to be able to not sit on the bench in the first round of the national competition.

The side of Shimura and Taocheng.

Coach Ryugasaki smiled and looked at Taocheng who was full of excitement. Regarding Shimura’s words, Ryugasaki did not make any comments, nor did he feel unhappy that his authority was interfered with.

Taocheng played in this game, this is one of the plans she has made long ago. Whether it is San Icarus or Richard Sakata, their strength is not enough to make Seigaku change his plan.

In the national competition, twenty-four into eight competitions.

San Icarus Middle-School Richard Bantian vs. Chuanmudong Middle-School.

Half an hour after the game.

The faces of the San Icarus players became dignified, and the joy of easily defeating Chuanmudong Middle-School with a big score of four to one in their hearts almost completely disappeared.

outside the court.

“Come on Seigaku!”

“Minister Shimura, Deputy Minister of Tejia, last year we met Yamabuki in the first round of the match, and we lost one of the matches. Today you must sweep your opponents! San Icarus Middle-School looks not as good as Rokkaku In the middle of the world, we will be able to seal us easily!”

“Seigaku will win!

The sound of cheering for Seigaku boiled.

Dozens of voices filled with absolute confidence almost completely drowned out the voices that would cheer San Icarus Middle-School.

Inside the court.

The eight players from Seigaku and San Icarus were shaking hands before the game.

“Seigaku gold doubles with impeccable personal ability and cooperation!’

“The doubles made up of Kawamura that can predict the opponent’s game course, serve with a speed of more than 210 kilometers and are as powerful as a monster, enough to knock people into the air!”

“Fuji Syusuke, the third-ranked genius among national masters!

“Ultra-national master, reproduces Echizen Nanjiro’s three great Kunimitsu!”

Although the San Icarus players off the court could not see through the specific ideas of their tennis team’s positive selection, they could see that their San Icarus positive selection players were crushed in momentum.

“Shimurasuke, the world’s number one junior high school student!”

“Even the geniuses of high school students in BIG4 are Shimurasuke who few can contend with!”

Even their trump card, Bantian, who stands directly across from Shimura, showed obvious fear in his eyes, not as confident as he had previously defeated Kushiro-Mudung’s trump card singles.

Three minutes later.

“Dry, serve so fast that you can’t see it clearly.”

“Kawamura, he injured Songcheng’s wrist with one goal and lost the ability to continue the game!”

“Youth Gakuen”

The eyes of the San Icarus players became more solemn.

“competition is over.”

“Seigaku Inui Sadaharu and Kawamura Takashi play against San Icarus Middle-School Matsushige Taro and Ito Gen.”

“San Icarus abstained!

“Seigaku wins!”

The referee’s voice soon rang.

Below the court.

On the referee’s bench in San Icarus.

A burly 3.3 player who is nearly 1.8 meters tall and does not look thinner than Kawamura is grasping his wrist with his left hand, and there is a clear look of pain on his face.

Seventeen minutes later.

The eyes of the San Icarus players changed from solemn to amazement.

The inside of the court.

There was a slap.

Oishi and Kikumaru smiled and met their palms.

The other side of the net.

Halftime owned by San Icarus.

A short player.

A man of medium build.

Both of him were paralyzed on the ground. Although the game only lasted less than fifteen minutes, his face was full of sweat, and his eyes were full of fatigue, but also full of shock and fear.

“The score is 6:0.”

“Seigaku wins!”

A disparity in the score soon came from the referee.