Prince of Tennis Reborn

Chapter 640
"Senior Irie seems to have gotten a lot of inspiration from Zeus."

In the locker room, Fuji looked at Irie Michi on the TV screen with a smile.

The so-called omnipotence is just the sublimation of insight, and Irie's insight can also support him to do this.

"This guy always makes people unable to understand his depth."

Tanejima smiled, his understanding of Irie is undoubtedly the most profound among this group of people.

Since middle school, he hadn't figured out where the limit of Irie's strength was.

"It seems that this match is going to be won!"

After Irie started to get serious, everyone no longer doubted the outcome of this match.

The England team was not taken seriously by these proud teenagers.

So what if they are ranked seventh in the world, what they want is number one in the world.

"Ah"

Irie raised his head and glanced at Allen. He admired the other party's mental toughness.

But different dimensions are not so easy to deal with.

boom!
The aura of Asura's divine way emerged from Irie's body, and the grand stage once again shrouded Allen.

Allen held his breath, and the sudden change of the scene in his sight would no longer affect his heart.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when Irie appeared.

Keng!
Irie, dressed in medieval aristocratic costumes, stabbed Alan with a rapier, and Alan's eyes immediately widened.

He was waiting for this moment.

"The light of England!"

The desire for victory in his heart allowed Allen to accurately catch the tennis ball, and the ball he drew out was more terrifying than any previous ball.

This is the vent of anger in Allen's heart.

The figure of entering the river suddenly appeared in the bottom corner, although he was a little surprised by Alan's sudden outburst.

But this does not mean that Allen has a chance to break free from the script he has already written.

Irie's wrist trembled slightly, and after staying with Taneshima for a long time, he also learned some skills to relieve force.

boom!
Swinging the racket with his arm like a whip, a golden light galloped out suddenly.

The ball hit the white stitching above the net impartially and then bounced high.

"Clean tennis ball?!"

Williamson's eyes were fixed. The opponent could actually play a tennis ball after dispelling the main general's strength?
Really terrible ball control.

Tatata!
Allen had already sprinted forward when the ball had just vacated, and his burly body ran like a bull with terrifying momentum.

With Irie's ball control, the ball will definitely fall in front of his net, which Allen is sure of.

"It's too late!"

Williamson immediately made a judgment after seeing Allen's figure.

Alan tapped his toes, and his burly body flew forward.

He flicked the racket in front of the net, and he flicked the ball again.

Irie stood in the backcourt, not paying attention to the ball at all.

Under the gaze of everyone, the ball slowly fell.

It landed on the top of the net impartially.

After rolling along the net for a while, the ball fell gently on Allen's court.

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

The referee's voice was like a basin of cold water pouring on the hearts of everyone in the England team, extinguishing the enthusiasm in their hearts.

The score was tied.

In the past half an hour or so, their leader couldn't even win a game.

He was obviously only one game away from victory, but now he was caught up head-on.

"Ugh"

The head coach of the England team sighed, this time it was their England team that fell.

He has already felt the courage of the Neon team.

What the opponent wants is to win the group and advance.

The Neon team's eyes in this group match are only the Swiss team from the beginning to the end.

Their England team and Greece team were never regarded as obstacles to the group stage by the head coach of the Neon team.

Two 10 minutes later.

After entering the river, Shakespeare opened the book in his hand, and the yellowed pages were full of vicissitudes of history.

"Sink!"

In a saxophone played by Irie, Allen's burly body fell into a sea of ​​despair.

pat!

The racket in Allen's hand fell to the ground.

"At the end of the game, the Nihong team won the game, with a score of 7:5."

"The second match of Group B of the U-17 World Cup group match!"

"The final result of England VS Neon team is that the Neon team won with a score of 3 wins and 0 losses!"

The passionate voice of the host came from the live broadcast.

The Neon team once again proved to everyone that they are strong. The dark polo team two years ago was not a flash in the pan.

The faces of the high school and junior high school students of the England team darkened. It would be difficult for them to qualify after losing this crucial game.

Not even hopeful.

Next they have to face the Greek team and the Swiss team.

Even if the Greek team is not as ranked as their own in the world, they can't take it lightly, because this year's Greek team is said to be very strong.

Needless to say, the Swiss team, the second-ranked team in the world must be the biggest obstacle for them to qualify.

Everyone in the England team can already predict the next death group match.

The pressure is already on their teammates.

"Neon! Neon!"

The scene was still cheering for the winners, and this sea of ​​enthusiasm directly made Kintaro and Ryoma, the two first-year boys, see what the power of a sea of ​​people is.

"You are here for the championship this year, right?"

In front of the net, Allen and Irie shook hands.

His chest was covered with dust, and he looked a bit embarrassed.

"Who knows such a thing."

Irie said with a smile.

"I hope you can really bring down the German team. I look forward to witnessing that moment."

Allen's mentality adjusted quickly, and he has come out of the defeat.

This time he has fully experienced the wonder of another dimension.

Allen wondered if he could find a way to defeat another dimension if this match was a three-set two-win format.

"Probably not."

He didn't have high hopes for this.

"Yes, I am also looking forward to that moment."

Irie pursed his lips and smiled slightly.

They fell in the last battle two years ago, and the bitterness of that time is always remembered by the group of people in the river.

In the past two years, they have been looking forward to the moment when the fire of revenge will be ignited.

"Senior Irie, you are so cunning."

Kintaro, who was unable to play, met Irie who returned from the field.

Obviously Kintaro is a little unhappy.

"Hahaha, don't worry, Xiao Jin. This is just a group match, and there will be times when you will play later."

Irie comforted Kintaro, and the World Cup has only just begun.

Why be in a hurry.

The news that the Neon team played 2:0 in the group match quickly spread. For many people, they have already tacitly agreed that the two teams that will appear in Group B will be the Neon team and the Swiss team.

In three days, the Neon team and the Swiss team will usher in a collision between Group B.

The winner will have a high probability of qualifying as the first in Group B.

(End of this chapter)