Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

"Ah? Brother?"

After hearing this, the French prince's expression changed from shock to calmness.

There was no embarrassment on his face for having wrongly accused others.

As a prince, he would not show such an expression due to his pride.

Just sighed, a little disappointed.

"What? I thought Hat Boy had lost his chance to compete with me, but now it's fair competition again."

The French prince was talking to himself.

He thought he was about to win Miss Sakura's favor.

The French prince paid no attention to his grim-faced opponent.

"But then again, do the other two parties know about the fair competition you mentioned?"

Long Ge was just simply curious.

"Hmm... well... you know that, right?"

The French prince pondered for a few seconds.

You should know.

Didn’t he make it very clear that day?

Should know!

The French prince was thinking about this problem over there.

On this side, Atobe picked up the racket and walked into the court with heavy steps.

"You really gave me a fright, little brat, you'd better be prepared."

Atobe raised his eyes, and the coldness in his eyes made people shudder.

Ok?

The French prince looked at Atobe's somewhat gloomy face.

The whole person's aura has also changed.

Long Ge came out to give a warm reminder.

"Don't think about fair competition for now. Let's look at the situation in front of us. Atobe is angry. Good luck to you."

Long Ge left a look that said, "May the best of luck be with you."

The game is about to continue.

Atobe stood up and stretched his body, looking at the court with a determined look.

Long Ge said to him softly, "Don't go too far."

Atobe sneered, "That depends on his own ability. Who told him to talk nonsense?"

Atobe's strong possessiveness is at work.

The game begins again.

The French prince adjusted his state, launched a more fierce attack, and his style of play became more aggressive.

But how could Tebe let him succeed?

With his flexible movements, Tezuka easily resolved the French prince's fierce attacks.

The French prince frowned slightly, not expecting Atobe to be so tenacious.

He stared at the small white ball with sharp eyes, thinking about his next tactics in his heart.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile.

Then, the club in his hand swung out quickly and accurately like a nimble snake.

With a crisp impact sound, the white ball flew out at an extremely tricky angle.

It was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the air and heading straight towards its target.

The spectators around were stunned by this sudden change. They opened their eyes wide, trying to see where the ball would fall.

But it was as if Ebe could predict the trajectory of the ball and always appeared in the right position in time to return the ball.

With the support of the Atobe Kingdom, the French prince's weaknesses were all revealed.

"It's useless. You don't have any weaknesses that can be hidden in front of me!"

When the French prince heard what Tobe said, he felt unwilling but he also knew that he was at a disadvantage at the moment.

The French prince gradually lost his pride due to repeated mistakes caused by his stiff body.

"The score has widened. It looks like His Royal Highness has no chance."

Longma was in the audience, propping up his head and watching with interest.

"That's what we have to do! Master Ryoma! We're almost winning!"

Tomoka never missed an opportunity to talk to Ryoma.

Seeing the score gradually widening, the French prince began to get anxious.

There was only one thought in my mind.

He couldn't! He couldn't make another mistake in front of Miss Sakura!

The French prince once again fell under the control of the Atobe Kingdom.

But this time.

"Damn it! Hit me back!"

At that moment, the entire space seemed to be shaken by the French prince's angry roar.

As his voice rang out, a creepy sound of bones squeezing and rubbing followed, making people shudder.

The audience held their breath and watched the situation on the field nervously.

Sakura couldn't help but pray for him.

The French prince's racket was about to fall to the ground because he wanted to force his way out of the adversity.

But the superb balance he had developed on horseback in times of crisis enabled the French prince to overcome the predicament of being about to fall while trying to catch the ball.

Catch the ball before it hits the ground, or even hit it back in the most critical moment.

However, forcibly reversing the limits of his body made it impossible for him to hit the ball accurately on the court.

A foul ball.

"Out of bounds, Japan scores! Game score 5-1!"

The French team requested a half-time break.

The French prince was taken off the field for inspection.

It was found that the bones were slightly misaligned.

The French representatives discussed whether to continue the game.

The French prince stood up.

"It's not a big deal. I can still play. Bring me my racket."

"But.."

Camus hesitated.

"Don't persuade me."

The French prince looked solemnly at Miss Sakura's seat in the audience.

He must not be able to maintain his composure in front of Miss Sakura.

This is the Japanese team.

Atobe raised an eyebrow.

That guy is quite ambitious.

I want to use this method to catch the ball that exceeds my body's limit.

"That kid is really desperate. He still wants to catch your ball in that situation."

Long Ge had felt the power of the Atobe Kingdom, and the feeling of having his body frozen in place was really uncomfortable.

"Hmph, he's just a brat who doesn't know his own limitations. If he gives up the competition now, he'll be considered sensible."

It will only get worse if it continues.

After the halftime break, the French prince returned to the field with a more determined look in his eyes.

When Atobe saw him like this, he couldn't help but feel a little respect in his heart, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a strong desire to win.

The game started again, and the French prince seemed like a different person.

His tennis seemed to be played with all his strength.

When faced with the domination of the Atobe Kingdom, if you cannot follow your body's reaction, then do the opposite.

He just flashed and made an exquisite fake move with extremely clever steps and body movements.

He successfully avoided the weak angle that was firmly locked by Atobe's hawk-like sharp eyes.

It was as if he had returned to being the proud prince he was at the beginning.

Although Atobe was a little surprised by his change, he responded quickly.

Not only can he see through his opponent's weaknesses, but every step he takes is filled with powerful momentum.

At this time, the atmosphere on the field was extremely tense, and the audience held their breath and stared at the field intently.

The French prince's forehead was covered with sweat, but he gritted his teeth and refused to give up.

Just as the French prince was about to launch a killing move, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist, which was the injury caused by forcibly reversing his body just now.

But he has no time to rest now.

The French prince cleverly breaks through the Atobe Kingdom.

The French prince endured the pain and hit back, but the ball ultimately missed the target.