Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

Entering the tie-break.

Irie raised an eyebrow at Long Ge.

"It's just as you expected, considering how enthusiastic the Atomic Beast is about the tie-break."

Long Ge silently gave a thumbs up.

trivial.

She couldn't even guess what he was thinking. It was a waste of her and Atobe being in the same club for so long, and of their current relationship.

The match entered a tie-break that the French prince had not expected.

The stinging pain in his wrist was a constant reminder that he couldn't go on.

A forced lob became the springboard for Atobe to unleash his killer move.

A waltz towards destruction knocked down the French prince's racket, and while the prince was thinking, he jumped up and smashed again.

"boom!"

The ball fell from the prince's feet and bounced to the backcourt.

"The Japanese team scored first!"

The audience seats were filled with voices of support for Atobe.

"Atobe! Atobe! The winner is Atobe! The winner is Team Japan!"

"Ah~ What a beautiful cheer."

Atobe stood in front of the prince, looking down at him.

"What's wrong, Your Highness? If you don't get up now, the game will be over."

The French prince stood up and picked up the racket that had fallen to the ground.

"You actually have something hidden."

"Hmm~ Didn't your intelligence network tell you that I'm the king of Game 7s?"

Atobe lifted the loose hair in front of her forehead in a charming manner.

Entering his home arena, the pace of the game will be controlled by him.

After Atobe finished speaking, Jonard of the French team was at a loss.

"Well... that! I did find out, but His Royal Highness the Prince wasn't there at the time, so..."

Edgar patted Jonal lightly on the forehead.

"This is not your fault. All we have to do now is believe that His Royal Highness can do it."

The others nodded silently in approval.

How could a prince who made it to the national team through his own efforts be mediocre?

On the Japanese team's side, Oshitari smiled awkwardly.

"The emperor of the seventh game, it's a shame he said that, but this is what Atobe is all about."

Ignited by the atmosphere, Xiao Jin raised his hands and cheered.

"Whoever wins the game will be the king!"

The atmosphere was high.

Atobe showed off his unique skills bit by bit.

"Just watch me win this round! A waltz towards destruction."

"boom!"

As Atobe finished his words, the ball hit the French prince's racket handle.

But this time the prince held the racket firmly.

After the ball bounced back.

There was no time for the prince to think about how to respond.

"A flight song towards amnesia."

It is a trick that was improved based on Tannhäuser's serve.

Even though the French prince was well prepared, he was unable to catch the ball.

The French prince took a deep breath, trying not to show any fear.

"Ah~ Did you think this was over? It's not over yet! Towards a waltz of lamentation!"

"boom!"

As the ball fell, the French prince's racket was also knocked away.

At first glance, it was not just the racket that was knocked away, but a big hole was broken in the middle of the racket.

Looking at the broken racket.

It was the first time that the French prince had witnessed and felt such a powerful force.

His pride prevented him from lowering his head.

"Bring me my racket."

The prince shouted to the outside world.

"prince.."

Camus saw it, saw the prince's obsession with victory and his determination to defeat his opponent.

The others were waiting for Camus to speak.

No one dared to give him a racket unless he asked.

"Go."

Camus gave the order and Jonard ran in happily to deliver the racket.

"Your Highness, you must win!"

Tears rolled down Joelna's eyes, but he was stubborn and didn't want to let them fall.

The prince frowned.

"Senior Edgar, please take him away."

Edgar enters the ring and drags the guy away.

"This prince will not lose."

The prince walked back to the arena with a determined stride.

"You haven't accepted the reality yet, so I'll make you see the difference."

Atobe leaped up again, intending to end the game with one final shot in a waltz toward destruction.

"This prince must lead the French team into the next game!"

As the prince roared, a knight from the Middle European century on a white horse seemed to appear behind him.

As the knight's sword fell, Atobe flew over to make amends.

What a heavy blow.

A sentence unconsciously popped up in Atobe's mind.

"boom!"

The huge noise almost shook the entire stadium.

The huge cloud of smoke dispersed.

There was a big hole in Atobe's racket.

Although the racket did not fly out.

But the effect is not bad at all.

The tennis ball fell not far behind him.

Atobe chuckled softly.

"Interesting, knight, let me defeat you, the knight!"

Change your racket.

"Atobe, don't confront the other party head-on."

Long Ge was a little worried.

Even Irie's usual playful look had faded.

The prince on the opposite side evolved too suddenly.

He gave earnest instructions to Atobe.

"There are still two games to go. There's no need to sacrifice yourself here, Atobe."

Irie witnessed Atobe's growth in the training camp and naturally did not want Atobe to suffer unnecessary harm.

Atobe swung his new racket.

"You guys underestimate me too much."

After saying that, he stepped back into the arena with a determined look.

The French prince gripped the racket tightly, his eyes as firm as a torch.

The French prince once again exerted his power.

The huge impact of the return ball made Atobe grit his teeth.

"Fight back at me!"

At the critical moment, Jibe once again made a surprising move.

Head-on collision with the opponent's prince's return ball.

The return ball was so heavy that it made Tebe's arms tremble and go numb.

Atobe roared and hit the ball back.

For a moment, a strange light seemed to appear on Atobe's body.

"Ah! That is it!"

Xiaokai pointed at Atobe in the arena in surprise.

"boom!"

Before anyone outside could see clearly, Atobe struck it back with one blow.

The French prince rushed across.

The powerful oppression made the French prince breathless for a moment.

Force yourself to take the ball.

However, the ball's rotation speed and powerful impact directly sent the person flying.

"boom!"

An equally powerful deterrent.

It made everyone hold their breath.

"Wha...I can't see anything clearly. How is His Royal Highness?"

Jonal was extremely nervous.

"Just now! I saw it!"

Xiao Haidai pointed at the playing field excitedly, but the next moment his microphone was manually muted by Sanada.

"I can't see anything, I can't hear anything, who scored this point?"

Oshitari stood beside Long Ge, holding the handrail in front of him tightly.

My whole body was shaking with excitement.

Long Ge narrowed his eyes to try to see the situation on the field clearly.

One second...

Two seconds...

Can't see anything clearly..

The third second...

"It's Atobe!"

Long Ge's excited voice was heard.

Soon the smoke and dust dissipated, revealing the situation on the field.

The French prince lay on the ground in an unknown condition.

Atobe stood on the field, showing the demeanor of a king.