Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

"This idiot..."

Long Ge secretly cursed Medanore for his extreme and reckless behavior.

If you dare to reveal your cards in front of Long Ya, you will lose.

Medanore's tennis came on strong.

Powerful and with an astonishingly terrifying aura.

The tennis ball flew towards Long Ya.

That terrifying spirit.

Long Ya was caught off guard, as if she would be swallowed up by the darkness at the next moment, and she subconsciously turned her head to avoid it.

"boom!"

The tennis ball whizzed past Long Ya's ears.

With a loud bang, a terrifying hole appeared on the ground behind him.

It made the audience tremble.

I don’t know if it was an illusion or if Medanore shocked everyone too deeply.

It seemed as if the tennis ball falling to the ground had a wisp of black air in it.

It is captivating, as if it can pull people into it.

One ball.

Two goals.

Medanore's aggressive tennis ball went towards Long Ya.

The members of the American team broke out in cold sweats unconsciously.

"This...Long Ya is fine..."

"What exactly is that guy's ability?"

Qi Ke and Du Du looked at Long Ya with concern, who had an unclear expression on her face.

Reinhardt, who was sitting in the main seat, was as usual, leaving no clues.

Now he can only believe in Long Ya's ability.

Medanore's desperate fighting style means that he is not very confident of attacking anyone.

But if Long Ya...

Maybe there is a glimmer of hope.

Echizen Ryuga's ability.

Although this is a bit cruel to Medanore.

But for the US team to win, this is a necessary step.

Without Medanore, it would be someone else who became the "ghost" under Long Ya's ball.

No one knew what Medanore was capable of.

Even Long Ya.

To everyone, the American team's representatives seemed to be frightened.

Standing there staring at the tennis ball motionlessly.

"You are not him."

Long Ya said softly.

The sound was so quiet that only he could hear it.

Long Ya looked at Medanore opposite her as if she had suddenly realized something.

Point the racket at this "old friend".

The unnaturalness of these times finally took shape.

He knew what Medanore was capable of.

Besides, I really devoured him.

It's just that I still have a lucky mentality.

When meeting old friends, I felt more happy than confused.

"So, there is no opponent in this world who can suppress me, not even Nanjiro..."

Almost...

leave him.

Long Ya looked a little crazy, covering half of her face with one hand.

"Hahahahaha, yes, no one can escape from me."

It seemed like Long Ya had figured it out, and when facing Medanore's attack again, Long Ya no longer had any concerns.

"Hey! Long Ya, get out of the way! You can't catch this kind of ball!"

Dudu shouted to Long Ya worriedly.

Now Long Ya simply cannot listen to anyone's advice.

There was a seriousness and ruthlessness in Long Ya's eyes that Long Ge had never seen before.

Now Medanore still wants to fight with his tennis.

no..

Uncle told me to!

"No! We can't confront him head-on!"

Long Ge's warning was drowned out by the crowd's shouts.

Long Ya calmly received Medanore's ball.

"Xiao Ge..."

Long Ge's inappropriate behavior was something that Jibe had never seen before.

But Long Ya was seen taking the ball from Medanore with an uninhibited smile.

“I actually took it…”

Atobe was so shocked that he didn't care about Long Ge's loss of composure and looked at the field in horror.

"Humph, you actually want to challenge the captain head-on. Even if you are Mr. Nanjiro's son, you can't survive the captain's tennis ball."

Seeing Long Ya so confident, the Spanish female representative couldn't help but sneer.

It's not that she is arrogant, but that Medanore really has such ability.

But the problem is that the person he is facing now is Long Ya.

A bug-like existence in the tennis world.

Medanore's oppressive tennis ball was instantly swallowed up by Long Ya.

A mocking look appeared on Long Ya's lips.

I really want to see how this "Meda Nore" will perform.

Don't let him down.

In the gap between Medanore's racket and the tennis ball, he suddenly felt as if he had lost something.

A momentary feeling could not change Medanore's determination to play the game.

But when he tried to use his own moves again.

But to no avail.

Something incomprehensible flashed across Medanore's eyes.

He did not lose his composure because he could not perform his own moves.

He acted decisively and used his other moves to fight against Long Ya.

Mars felt strange.

"Why didn't Medanore play the same ball he just played?"

"That's right! That's right! The captain should press on and seize the opportunity!"

After hearing what her brother said, the sister also agreed.

It's not just Spain that is confused off the field.

The same is true for the US team.

It was just Reinhardt who reacted first.

Long Ya swallowed the serve that had just suppressed her.

"Giving up a powerful serve at this time? That's not right."

Atobe had never heard Long Ge mention Long Ya's abilities.

However, with Atobe's excellent dynamic observation ability.

It soon became clear that something was wrong.

Spain's Medanore would pose and try to execute the same move each time, only to switch to a different serve at the end.

At this time, Jibe was already sweating.

It's not that I don't fight..

But the opponent can't hit it..

On the court, Long Ya smiled brightly and challenged Medanore frivolously.

"Why don't you play that shot again? Huh?"

Medanore remained silent in the face of provocation.

Just continue to use his abilities as usual.

Watching his own abilities being devoured bit by bit.

Even so, the score still favors the Spanish team.

Long Ya seemed to be addicted to this game, immersed in her own world, exploiting Medanore's abilities bit by bit.

"This game is not your personal grudge, Medanore, you have led Spain to this point, the first thing to do is to win the game.

They all want to follow you, follow your steps and stand on top of the world together, Medanore, don't let them down."

Nanjiro's words were met with unspoken but hopeful looks from his companions.

Keeping in mind Nanjiro's advice, he placed Spain's victory before his personal vendetta against Long Ya.

Even if it is completely devoured, what does it matter?

Someone has to compete with Ryuga Echizen.

Then just let him come.

I don't want to devour your abilities, I just want to let you eat your fill!

Medanore exuded a stronger aura around him, obviously heading for the final round.

Medanore's dying struggle made Long Ya even more excited.

"Come on, show us what you have! Medanore!"

Nanjiro, who was lying in the hospital ward, always felt a tightness in his chest when he woke up.

Tossing and turning.

Long Ma has been informed since Chico and Avril that Long Ya is playing singles against the captain of the Spanish Medanore.

No further news was received regarding the competition.

Longma looked out the window boredly into the distance.

I don’t know how the brother and sister’s competition ended.

Why didn't anyone send me a message?

The more Longma thought about it, the more depressed he felt.