Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

He will not lose, Longma always believes in himself.

No matter how powerful the opponent is, he will definitely find a way to defeat him.

Recalling that day, Akutsu used Alaya-vijnana at the cost of his own feet.

Just to get points from that professional player.

Amadeus also kept an eye on the game.

His eyes followed the two people on the field closely, and he never doubted anything.

This seemingly green kid in front of me will become an outstanding tennis player one day.

He also always believed that the little kid could become a great tennis player.

At this moment, Akutsu exuded a fierce aura, releasing the power of the Alaya-vijnana that he had not yet fully mastered.

But he was able to suppress the dragon horse on the opposite side.

Long Ma's perfect skills became dim at this moment.

In Akutsu's eyes, it's totally not good enough.

Akutsu has already memorized those moves that once gave his opponents a headache, and the same fighting style can no longer work on him.

The same tricks no longer troubled him.

The scorching sun burned the stadium, and the air seemed to be distorted.

Longma stood on the court, sweat dripping down his hair and evaporating instantly when it dripped onto the hot ground.

This was a great test for Longma both physically and mentally.

He held the racket tightly, his eyes determined, and there was only one belief in his heart.

He will not lose, he can definitely win this game.

He wants to prove his decision to everyone.

Just as Akutsu served again, the ball came as fast as lightning.

Ryoma suddenly turned sideways and moved to the trajectory of the ball at an almost incredible angle.

He jumped high and hit the tennis ball hard with the racket in his hand.

This strike seemed to condense all his determination and strength.

The tennis ball whizzed through the wind, its speed and power far exceeding that of previous attempts.

Akutsu didn't expect that Ryoma could hit such a ball in such a desperate situation.

Akutsu reacted quickly and quickly predicted the trajectory of the ball.

He hurried back to defend, but was still a step too slow.

The tennis ball flew past him and landed in bounds.

Akutsu stared at the ball and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Nanjiro in the audience was so excited that he almost slapped his thigh.

He is truly worthy of being his son.

This is a beautiful goal.

And the vague thing he had just seen.

What Nanjiro saw was a new realm that was even more perfect than flawless.

In desperation, Longma broke through himself and stepped into this mysterious and unknown realm.

Akutsu felt the new aura from Ryoma, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but more of it was excitement. He was eager to fight with a stronger opponent.

The following match saw the two players engage in more intense attacks, with Akutsu constantly adjusting his form and utilizing his Alaya-vijnana more skillfully.

Ryoma, with his newfound understanding, resolved crises time and time again, and every shot he made was met with exclamations from the audience.

The match reached a fever pitch, the score hanging in the balance. Akutsu's Alaya-vijnana, like a sophisticated calculating machine, predicted Ryoma's every shot. Ryoma's newfound power, like a hidden blade, poised to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

Suddenly, Akutsu threw a high toss, sending the ball plummeting like a meteor. Ryoma leaned sideways to meet it, his racket and ball colliding instantly with a resounding clatter. This time, the tennis ball, like a streak of silver lightning, flew at a treacherous angle toward Akutsu's blind spot. Akutsu's eyes widened, and he chased it with all his might. His body practically touched the ground, his fingertips barely brushing the ball, but he still couldn't stop it.