Prince of Tennis Reborn

Chapter 632 Set off a wave of counterattack
"It's as fast as a storm!"

Sanada's low shout sounded again, and his arm muscles squirmed crazily.

boom!
A blue light slammed down towards the hard ground ahead with a trace of afterimage.

"What's the matter, boy! Your hitting power has become weaker!"

Abel laughed and blocked behind the tennis ball, his backhand whipped a turbulent air wave.

He is not talking nonsense, Sanada's hitting power and speed have indeed weakened.

Although the weather in Melbourne in December is not too hot, more than an hour has passed since the game.

The side effects of the decline in physical strength have begun to appear in Sanada and Yukimura, but these two people in the England team do not seem to have the side effects of physical decline.

The physical strength of these two people still seems to be very abundant.

Yukimura was sweating profusely, and the headband on his forehead was already soaked with sweat.

boom!
With a light drink, the racket in Yukimura's hand swung a bright light, but Philip had already seen the path of the ball.

He took a big step, and his tall body blocked the net like an iron wall.

Flipping his wrist, he pressed the ball directly back into the field of Yukimura and Sanada.

Boom!
"England scored in this game, the score is 5:1."

"Oh oh oh!"

"England! England!"

The people who came all the way from England to support their team shouted excitedly.

In their view, this game is about to be won by Abel and Philip.

The morale of the England team, which is about to win the first game, also began to soar.

Their head coach sat on the sidelines with his legs crossed, with a three-point mockery in the smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

In his opinion, the Neon team is falling into the abyss of defeat.

On the field.

Philip's indigo eyes firmly engraved the figures of Yukimura and Sanada in his eyes.

"Although I admire your will, but now I want to end this game."

Whoa!

Philip's racket was swung down heavily, but his serve still maintained the strength and speed at the beginning of the game.

Persistence is synonymous with him.

boom!
boom!
Abel and Philip launched the final offensive, and they played very proactively in this round.

"It's over! Kid from Neon!"

Philip's burly body jumped up like Mount Tai, and the sound of breaking through the air as he waved his arms made people tremble.

boom!
This smash is as unstoppable as a cannonball.

Boom!
"Out of bounds! The Neon team scored, the score was 15:40."

"What?"

"How could it go out of bounds? I thought I won it!"

The audience, who were already ready to cheer, froze immediately after hearing the referee's voice.

"Couldn't Senior Philip be too excited?"

Leo was also surprised. Senior Philip's smash just now went out of bounds?

"No, that wasn't an accident."

Although England's leader Alan Hebrew didn't take the path of spiritual power, he was naturally aware of it with his leader-level strength.

Sensing the mental fluctuations in Yukimura.

He scratched his head a little nervously, these neon guys are really difficult to deal with.

On the field.

Philip looked at his right hand in surprise, and then at the tennis ball opposite.

how can that be!

"Did you see it, saw the image of yourself smashing the ball out of bounds?"

Yukimura's purple jewel-like eyes were full of confidence at the moment, he finally finished.

"what?!"

Philip's eyes widened, shouldn't he? !
Indeed, a picture of himself smashing the ball out of bounds did appear in his mind before.

For this reason, he directly changed the course of the ball, from a smash to a volley.

But I never thought that in the end, the opponent would be able to breathe for a while because the ball went out of bounds.

But looking at the meaning of the kid on the other side, it seems that
"Calm down Philip, don't fall for it."

Seeing that Philip's mood seemed to fluctuate, Abel quickly patted Philip on the shoulder.

In his opinion, how could such a thing happen!

The ball just now was just a coincidence, and the kid from Neon obviously wanted to use his glib tongue to crack Philip's mentality.

snort!He has been completely seen through.

Yukimura smiled at Abel who thought he could see through everything, and the game was over when he planted the spiritual seed on Philip.

Although the moment came a bit late because of the opponent's strength, it was not too late after all.

"Xianichiro, this score seems familiar."

Yukimura looked at Michi Sanada.

"Well, it happened once before."

Sanada nodded, that was when they were very young.

"Let's win!"

Yukimura held out his hand to Sanada, and they shook hands tightly.

From this moment on, their counterattack moment finally arrived.

"Whatever the hell you're up to, just one more goal and it's over!"

Philip took a deep breath, holding the match point, he was still a little eager.

Because there is always a very ominous premonition in his heart.

Whoa!

"Touch the net! One miss!"

boom!
"Touch net! Double fault! 30:40."

However, Philip's subsequent consecutive serve mistakes caused many people to criticize him.

"What the hell! Can't even serve the ball?"

"What a disgrace! Philip!"

"Just one ball, cheer me up!"

Even everyone in the England team couldn't stand it anymore.

It is obvious that there is only one step away from victory, but it has been too late to make it out.

"He was influenced by the brat with the headband on the opposite side."

Allen sighed.

"Commander, you mean Senior Philip"

"Ah."

Allen nodded, he didn't expect that there were people in the Neon team whose tennis balls were so weird.

boom!
boom!
"Double fault! 40:40."

On the field, Philip once again made a serve error.

"Your sense of touch has been deprived by me!"

The game was tied without any effort, and when he and Sanada exchanged front and rear courts, Yukimura looked up at the two people on the opposite side and said.

The demeanor of the Son of God shocked the two high school students of the England team at this moment.

"Deprivation of touch! How could such a thing happen!"

Everyone in the England team sank.

Although they didn't believe that such a thing would happen, the facts are now in front of them.

"Calm down Philip! You just need to throw the ball in! Don't think about anything else, leave the rest to me!"

Abel yelled back at Philip.

"understood."

Philip nodded. Although he didn't feel anything at all, he believed that he would be able to do it.

This last ball must be scored.

boom!
This time, relying on his body's muscle memory, Philip finally sent the ball into the opposite court.

"Very good! Leave the rest to me!"

Abel straddled the middle of the net, with his arms outstretched, as if he saw the wall blocking Yukimura and Sanada.

boom!
Yukimura raised his hand and twitched, and the air-throwing ball hit Abel's face directly.

"come on!"

The muscles of Abel's whole body were tense, and his body was already slightly arched, ready to go.

His eyes locked on the light and shadow galloping in front of him.

"Black Dragon Double Slash!"

Just when the tennis ball was about to fly in front of Abel, Sanada slashed forward continuously with black energy surging all over his body.

The tennis ball dragged the black light and flew past Abel's side.

Boom!
"This game was scored by the Neon team, the score is 2:5."

"Both sides change game!"

(End of this chapter)