Chapter 481 Emperor Vs. Prince

"Two lose and one wins."

Looking at the disgraced ninja boy who came back, Bart whispered to himself.

Although they made detailed analysis before the game, they never imagined that the game would be so twists and turns.

The worst-case scenario for the French team is to face the three masters of Ishikawa, Byodoin and Oni. As well as a doubles team composed of two people, Tanejima, Tokugawa or Irie.

As a result, the probability of the French team winning may not exceed 20%.

However.

No one expected that the Japanese team would field a lineup composed entirely of junior high school students. But what's even more shocking is that even with this lineup, they actually lost two games.

For the French team, even if they win singles 2, the duel between the main players Camus and Ishikawa cannot guarantee a 100% victory.

Nothing else.

Even Amadeus, the leader of the Swiss team and an official professional player, was defeated miserably at the hands of the opponent. Although Ishikawa is only in the first year of junior high school, his strength has already ranked among the top players in the World Cup.

Although Camus has an image of invincibility in the minds of everyone in the French team, with the current formidable enemy and the two disastrous defeats still before their eyes, everyone will inevitably have pessimistic thoughts.

"The problem is"

Thinking of this, Bart sighed softly: "We may not be able to win the No. 2 singles match smoothly!"

Camus comes on the field and there is still a chance of victory. But under the current situation, the French team may not be able to survive the fifth singles match.

"I believe in the prince's strength."

Camus, who was standing next to him, said with a smile: "Although he is not as good as Ishikawa, his terrifying talent is far inferior to even mine."

Hearing what the captain said, the surrounding French players had hope again in their hearts.

other side.

In an empty stadium.

The two figures were attacking back and forth, and the tennis balls were flying left and right like bullets. The speed was so fast that the spectators passing by felt frightened.

Bang bang bang! ! !

Bang bang bang! ! !

On the court.

Ten tennis balls shot out like a dense rain of bullets.

Facing such a strong attack, an ordinary player would probably be trembling. However, the red-haired white boy took a step forward energetically.

Swish, swish, swish! ! !

Subsequently.

With him as the center, several figures suddenly appeared. Each figure corresponds to a tennis ball, and with the sound of powerful hitting, the tennis balls spin back one after another.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

but.

The boy has quick reflexes and excellent explosive power and balance. When he took action, he deliberately adjusted his swing rhythm, causing a certain time difference in the flying tennis ball.

So, in the eyes of outsiders, the ten tennis balls were divided into five in the front and five in the front, and they were shot out one after another.

"Um?"

opposite.

Atobe couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw his opponent's tactics. But then, he took action decisively, and five figures burst out, hitting all the tennis balls back in an instant.

Swish, swish, swish! ! !

Subsequently.

He acted again.

He stepped forward to face the five tennis balls flying from behind.

"snort!"

And on the opposite side.

Sharudaru's eyes flashed sharply when he saw his opponent easily dismantling his own time difference play.

Then, he also faced the tennis ball played by Atobe. Almost at the same moment as the opponent, he swung the racket.

Bang bang bang! ! !

Bang bang bang! ! !

A series of sounds exploded like firecrackers.

In the eyes of the surrounding passers-by and spectators, the two men's shots were like bullets shooting at each other. When the counterattacks from both sides reached the net, some of the tennis balls hit one spot by coincidence.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Sounds like cannon fire continued to sound.

The air waves caused by the impact continued to spread to the surroundings, and the remaining staggered tennis balls fell on the left and right sides of the two people respectively.

but.

Both Atobe and Sharudaru acted very calmly, letting the tennis ball fall and pop out from their sides.

Whoops! !

at the same time.

A strong wave of air exploded in front of the net, blowing the clothes and coats of the two men loudly.

"Gudu."

Looking at the state of the two handsome and aloof young men in the stadium, some people couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"Is this really the kind of tennis played by junior high school students?"

Some people expressed shock.

"It's almost time."

Atobe glanced at the sky, calculated the time in his mind, and said with a smile: "If nothing else happens, the singles 3 match should be over. Two losses and one win. You are the French team's last hope."

"snort!"

In response to his opponent's provocation, Shalu Daru naturally retorted back: "You really dare to think that you can finish two sets in 30 minutes? What's more, even if this is the case, Senior Duolong will never lose! "

"Maybe."

Atobe smiled, then turned around and left.

"this guy"

Looking at the opponent's back, Sharudalu looked a little ugly. He originally thought that he could end the singles duel outside the court, but he did not expect that the opponent would be so powerful.

but.

He didn't believe a word of what Atobu said. After all, no one knows better than him how powerful Duolong is with the [Five Chariots Technique].

What's more, it is rumored that his senior has even more powerful abilities. That is a taboo ability for junior high school students. Once it is displayed, its power is very terrifying.

"P-Prance!"

At this moment, a familiar voice with a bit of urgency sounded behind Sharudaru.

"Senior Jonar?"

Seeing the young man wearing glasses with the paint remaining on his face that had not been completely washed off, Sharudaru frowned slightly and had a bad feeling in his heart.

"I finally found you."

The mushroom-headed boy George took a sharp breath and said anxiously: "The general wants you to go back quickly. There are less than 5 minutes left before the singles match 2."

"Um?"

Hear the words.

Sharudaru's eyes trembled.

"Well, I understand."

After forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, Sharudaru nodded slightly. However, when the two were about to go back, he couldn't help but ask: "So... who won?"

"Well, it's the other party."

George's face was very ugly.

After hearing his answer, Sharudaru's body trembled again. Deep inside, there was an indescribable shock.

Lost?

The tennis ninja who had defeated him, Doron, who possessed the [Five-Rook Technique] and forbidden moves, actually lost? !

"I see."

Taking a deep breath, Sharudalu's expression became visibly serious.

"That, that."

Feeling the boy's emotional fluctuations, George thought for a while and said to comfort him: "Don't pay too much attention. The opponent's singles player 2 may not be stronger than the singles player 3."

"Um."

Sharudaru nodded solemnly: "I know this because I just fought with him."

while speaking.

There was a sharp luster in his eyes.

It is not only the fear of the Japanese team, but also the determination to go all out to save the French team in the next game.

"W-what?"

George obviously didn't understand what Sharudaru was talking about. However, the other party did not continue, so he wisely did not ask further.

soon.

The two returned to the court where the game was taking place.

Charudaru nodded towards Camus, holding the racket in his hand, and walked towards the edge of the court.

at the same time.

In the direction of the Japanese team, Atobe also walked to the outside with a smile on his face.

"Next, there will be a singles 2 match."

"France's representative is Plance Ludovic Charudaru (first grade), and the Japanese team's representative is Atobe Keigo (third grade)."

"Please prepare both players."

The words fell.

The two walked into the court at the same time in perfect harmony.

"Huh?"

Seeing Sharudaru, Kirihara and Hiyoshi in the stands suddenly became energetic: "It's the guy who showed up yesterday!"

The two of them remembered what happened yesterday deeply in their hearts. If Ishikawa hadn't taken action, the two of them would have been humiliated by this guy riding a white horse.

"He is the representative of the French team?"

"Looks like he's a junior high school student?!"

The two looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Prance Ludovic Charudaru."

At this time, Guanyue next to him explained: "He is a talented player with the blood of the nobility of the old era of the Kingdom of France."

"Prince of France?"

Oishi, Kikumaru and others were surprised.

When he was in youth school, Echizen was sought after by many girls in the school because of his outstanding talent and good looks. Among them, the girl named Tomoka Kosakata gave him the nickname "Prince".

certainly.

Judging from the various extremely exaggerated titles in Japanese junior high school tennis, such as Emperor and Emperor, Echizen's nickname is nothing.

But no one expected that they would see the real prince in the World Cup.

"It seems that Atobe's status is also a noble, right?"

Qianshi said very curiously: "With his family wealth, it is fair to say that he is an [Emperor] among junior high school students."

"so."

Yagyu pushed up his glasses and said playfully: "Is this game a showdown between an emperor and a prince?"

"Eh"

It was Saeki who observed the most carefully. He was very surprised and said: "Both of them seem to have warmed up, and the effect seems to be quite good!"

He also has the ability of dynamic vision, and can clearly see the state of Atobe and Sharudaru at this time.

"This guy Atobe is finally scared!"

Hearing this, Akutagawa immediately laughed: "This guy has never warmed up in previous games."

"Well, this is the World Championship after all."

Taki Oginosuke subconsciously explained for Atobe.

Everyone laughed, but deep down, they didn't think there was anything wrong with Atobe's actions.

As Taki Oginosuke said, this is the World Championship after all, and the opponent is the French team, one of the Big 4. Although the Japanese team has the advantage in the current game, no one can guarantee that the other side has any powerful characters hidden in it.

As the saying goes, you should be lenient if you know the enemy well. When facing such an opponent, you cannot be too serious.

"The problem is"

At this time, Guanyue, who was twirling his hair with his left hand, suddenly smiled and said: "Why do I feel that it doesn't look like these two people are meeting for the first time!"

Um?

Hear the words.

Everyone looked towards the court in astonishment.

"We meet again, Your Majesty the Prince of France."

In front of the net.

Atobe said with a smile.

"snort!"

Sharudaru's face looked a little ugly.

He knew that the other party was talking about the conversation between the two just now. Facts have proved that Duolong did lose, and lost miserably, and didn't even get 1 point in two games.

This made Xialudaru feel more solemn.

He didn't expect that in addition to Ishikawa and Tezuka, the Japanese team actually had such a strong junior high school student. As a result, his view of the boy in front of him also changed subtly.

"Stop talking nonsense."

After thinking about it, Xialudaru sneered: "I will let you know the gap between you and the world level."

"Wait and see."

Atobe smiled in response.

If it were in the past, he would naturally not indulge the other party. But after experiencing Ishikawa's challenge and miserable defeat, witnessing the rise of Hyotei Demon King, and feeling the pressure from his peers such as Tezuka and Yukimura.

Today's Atobe's mentality has long changed.

In his eyes, the boy in front of him is still very immature. It feels like Echizen during the national competition, who is very talented but very reckless.

At that time, Atobe had a fantasy. If Hyotei didn't have Ishikawa, what would be the chance of winning if he faced the boy full of fighting spirit.

Later.

After entering U17, his idea was completely dispelled by the pressure brought by high school students. Later, Echizen also left, and Atobe never thought about this problem again.

But now.

Looking at the red-haired boy in front of him, Atobe was curious again.

"Jonal, who is the opponent?"

In the French team, Bart, Moro and others all looked at the mushroom-headed boy next to them.

Just now, they heard the other party say that Charudaru and the junior high school student of the other team had a fight outside.

"I'm checking."

The boy with glasses quickly opened his notebook. As a staff officer of the French team, the object he wants to study is definitely not just the Japanese team.

For example, the players from Germany, Switzerland and Spain are all the objects he focuses on.

But later, the Japanese team emerged as a dark horse and attracted the attention of representatives from various countries. In addition, the opponent of the French team in the semi-finals is the Japanese team, so Jonal began to make up lessons crazily.

But.

He focused on searching for information about high school students. As a result, when the game came, the other side didn't send out a single high school student, which made him work in vain.

"Found it!"

Suddenly, George opened the back of his notebook and saw information about Atobe.

This was a specially printed information sheet, and it was the first time that George looked at it carefully.

Looking at Atobe's information, he whispered: "Atobe Keigo, 14 years old, Japanese U17 junior high school student representative, Hyotei Tennis Club Director. Eh? This Hyotei Tennis Club won the championship of this year's Japanese Junior High School Tennis League, etc.?!"

Suddenly.

As if he saw something, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"What's wrong?"

Bart and others looked over in confusion.

Delacroix couldn't help but say: "It's just a junior high school league, what's the fuss?!"

"Gulp."

But George swallowed his saliva and said in a slightly trembling voice: "You will never guess who is Hyotei's deputy director"

"Who?"

Everyone frowned again.

Swish!

Camus, who was standing by, seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly turned his head to look at the black-haired boy opposite him.

"Is it him?!"

The people who followed Camus' gaze couldn't help but shrink their pupils when they saw the smiling black-haired boy.