Prince of Tennis Reborn

Chapter 658 Prince VS Demon
boom!
Yukimura jumped up and made a dunk. The ball drew a golden curve in the air and hit the corner of Jonal's backhand.

"whispering sound!"

Jonah's eyes were narrowed and slender, like a poisonous snake with a cold glow.

Edgar's hit put all the pressure on him. If the ball is won by the opponent again, the game will be over.

Jonall swung his racket at the rebounding tennis ball and cut it precisely. He wanted to use his sharp backspin to control the landing point of the ball.

"what!"

There was a hint of horror on Jonah's petite face, and he lost feeling in his hands.

The racket made of composite materials flew high, and the ball hit the wall behind Jonall unabated.

Boom!
"This game was scored by the Neon team, the score is 5:4."

"Match point for the Neon team!"

"The opponent has won the match point game."

Everyone in the French team looked dignified, this is where the advantage of the first mover lies.

In a game where both sides win the serve, the side that serves first will get the match point first, and this will put a lot of pressure on the other side.

"The rest is up to you."

Edgar stroked Jonal's cheek, his vision still hadn't recovered.

"Please add a new paint job for me! As long as it's strong enough, it doesn't matter if it's ugly!"

Jonall obviously understands the situation he and Edgar are in now, and he can no longer be picky.

All for the victory of France!
"You just understand!"

Even though he lost his vision, Edgar's artistic attainments allowed him to still paint the paint he wanted.

And this is their last struggle.

"Players from both sides please come on stage!"

Soon, the referee began to urge both sides to return to the field.

"Let's go and win this game, Maori-senpai!"

Yukimura tilted his head and smiled slightly, now he has regained his zero sense state.

After all, staying in the state of losing all five senses for a long time will have a slight impact on one's spirit.

"Ok!"

Mao Li had already opened his eyes, and he looked up at the score on the side screen.

Victory is within reach.

Edgar stood on the bottom line with the help of Jonall.

Although Edgar is now blind in both eyes, it is not a problem to send the ball in with his strength and muscle memory.

boom!
Compared with Edgar's previous serve, this serve is obviously much inferior, but it is not easy to hit such a serve when the line of sight is blocked.

Yukimura's purple jewel-like pupils were as clear as water, and such a serve naturally did not pose any threat to him.

tread!
Yukimura straddled the spot with both feet, and a golden arc rolled up with a pull of his arm.

The ball went straight to Edgar mercilessly. This was the fatal question and answer given to Jonah by Yukimura.

Regardless of whether Jonall wants to return to defend him and Edgar will be in a dilemma.

"Don't even think about it!"

The originally cowardly Jonard burst out of his own small universe at this moment, and he regarded the victory of the French team as his everything.

Even if it is one against two, he is not afraid.

The thin figure ran wildly in the arena, and Jonah's new paint job seemed to endow him with a more explosive five-dimensional.

Alone, Jonall blocked the attacks from Yukimura and Mori one by one.

It's just that this is just a scene that Jonah "saw" in front of his eyes.

"The game is over! The Neon team won, the score is 6:4."

"The Neon team won the second doubles match of the quarter-final against the French team with a score of 6:2, 6:4!"

What the referee says is reality.

"It looks like you had a good dream."

Yukimura lowered his eyebrows and looked at Jonal, who was lying in the frontcourt. The other party had already sunk into the dream that Yukimura had constructed for him.

"lost again"

The atmosphere in the French team is a bit heavy, but they have swallowed two consecutive losses.

If they lose again in the next singles match, they will stop in front of the Neon team again this year.

"Leave it to me! As a prince, how can you make your subjects cry!"

Plance said lightly, and then walked into the court with the racket.

"Oh oh oh!"

"Prince! Prince!"

His appearance also caused an uproar in the scene.

As a first-year middle school student with royal blood in the French team, Plance has extremely high popularity.

He is hailed as the person who will drive the next era of French tennis after Camus.

"It's really worthy of being a prince! It's so reassuring as soon as you play!"

Oshowaru looked at the elegant Plansdao on the field.

"Cut! What I hate the most is this kind of flirt! What kind of prince is not a prince, watch me smash him to pieces!"

Ajiujin walked off the court with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He is the player of the Sannihong team in singles this time.

Prince stretched out his hand to Yakujin as usual. Etiquette is also a very important subject for Prince, who received royal education since he was a child.

But this time his opponent obviously didn't give him much face.

Snapped!
Ajiujin pulled Plance's hand away, he didn't want to shake hands with him.

"Get started, I can't wait to smash you up!"

Yakuzu sneered.

In the quarter-finals against the French team, Akutsu already couldn't wait.

"What an impolite fellow!"

With his hot face on his cold ass, Prince's face suddenly turned cold. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Prince felt that he had been seriously insulted.

For the proud Prince, Ajiujin has touched his inverse scales, and he has to give Akujin a little color to see.

"The game started, two out of three sets, the French team's serve by Plance Ludovic Charudaru."

At a point in the middle on the right side of the baseline, Plance glanced sideways at Akutsu at the far end.

Prince would have no sympathy for such an impolite man.

Whoa!

Plance threw the tennis ball in his hand, then bent his knees and kicked his feet hard on the ground.

Like Ryoma in the first year of junior high school, Plance is nearly 20 centimeters taller than Ryoma.

boom!
The ball was fast and fierce, and Prince, a freshman in middle school, hit a ball that surprised everyone in the Neon team.

The golden light that quickly penetrated the entire court exploded at Akujin's feet, but the racket in Akujin's hand had already swung fiercely at the center of the light ball.

boom!
Akutsu's arms are full of lines, and his muscles seem to be perfect as if carved from the sky.

His half volley hit a ball that seemed to break through the sound barrier, and the harsh and sharp sound of breaking through the air made Planse's eyes narrow.

"It seems that this impolite man has some skills."

Plance's heart was awe-inspiring, but his movements were not slow.

On the bottom line, Plance's legs hit the ground like a whip, and his slender body moved quickly.

boom!
Even Plance's kick from the bottom corner, which was not stable, surprised everyone present.

Boom!
"Game, France, 15:0."

Ya Jiujin straightened his waist, and there was a touch of surprise in his defiant eyes.

The opponent's kick from the bottom corner with that posture is so fierce and fast?
This surprised him a little.

boom!
boom!
"This game is scored by the French team, the score is 1:0."

Soon the first game was over, and Plance showed his strength to everyone with his serve and volley.

(End of this chapter)