Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 689: Plans and scheming are useless in the face of absolute strength

The atmosphere on the Free State U-17 team's side seemed a bit heavy.

Ralph Reinhardt stood in front of the bench, his hands in his sweatpants pockets, his brows furrowed, his eyes flashing with complex lights of surprise, unwillingness, and a hint of worry.

"There's no chance..."

He sighed softly, his voice full of helplessness.

"I didn't expect the Swiss U-17 team to have such a doubles player. Although they haven't demonstrated Synchronicity, this kind of tacit combination is probably not far from unlocking advanced Synchronicity."

Vice-captain Alan Hopkins stood aside with an expressionless face, watching everything on the field with cold eyes.

"Chico Valentin is too conceited."

"If he had attacked Kintaro Toyama aggressively from the beginning, perhaps the result wouldn't have been like this."

"But to be honest, I think our Free State U-17 team needs to be replaced with some more stable players."

"Chico Valentin and Toyama Kintaro look like hidden dangers."

Ralph Reinhardt interrupted Alan Hopkins with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Alan Hopkins, they're still young and have the chance to make mistakes. We can't let them completely lose their chance just because of one or two mistakes, right?"

"It's true that we are commodities in the eyes of the capitalists in the Free State, but we are still teammates within the team."

"Furthermore, only through the heart-wrenching pain of actual combat can one understand one's own shortcomings and mistakes, and then correct them."

"As the vice-captain of the team, I think I should have the necessary breadth of mind."

Alan Hopkins's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile. He said sarcastically, "I hope the next few middle school players will understand the value of this opportunity."

After saying this, he looked at Echizen Ryoma not far away, with an elusive light flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the court became increasingly tense.

Chico Balentin's ponytail had been spread out in the wind and waves, and his originally neat long hair became messy, sticking to his face and obscuring his expression.

If he looked like an exquisite transvestite at the beginning, then he now looks like Sadako with disheveled hair, exuding a strange and dangerous aura.

Tokugawa Kazuya stood in front of the net and looked at Chico Balentin who suddenly laughed on the opposite side. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Sir, the game isn't over yet. Isn't it a little too early to laugh now? Besides, you shouldn't be laughing. You should be crying."

Hear the words.

"Annoying friend."

Chico Balentin's voice came from behind his hair, gnashing his teeth and filled with hatred. "As you said, the game isn't over yet, so your smile is a little premature."

Because his hair covered his face, no one could tell what his expression was at the moment, but one could feel the burning anger from his tone.

Hearing this, Tokugawa Kazuya laughed even more happily, as if he had heard an extremely funny joke.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at Genichirō Sanada beside him, his eyes full of confidence and tacit understanding: "Sanada, do you think he can defend against your attack?"

"No."

Genichirō Sanada's voice was steady and firm, like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.

He stood there, his posture upright, like a god high above. Facing the provocation of mortals, he didn't care at all, his eyes full of arrogance that looked down on all living beings.

Their current appearance is in stark contrast to how they looked before they took off their burdens.

They may have been a little immature and reserved in the past, but now, on the field, they have completely unleashed their strength and momentum, like two sharp blades drawn from their sheaths, their edges fully exposed.

"Stop talking big and think about how to fight back against this move first."

Chico Balentin angrily interrupted their conversation, his voice full of resentment and impatience.

He raised the tennis ball in his hand high up, his hair flying with the movement, revealing a face distorted by anger.

Then, he leaped forward, drawing a graceful arc in the air. He seemed to have transformed into a goddess of fate, ready to unleash his unique skills with determination and anger.

"Lifeline noose!"

He roared, his voice filled with determination to fight to the death.

The tennis ball turned into a stream of light and shot towards the opposite side at such a speed that it was dazzling.

The sharp whistling sound was heard in the air again, as if the scythe of the god of death was approaching.

As Genichirō Sanada watched this scene, a sense of déjà vu surged in his heart.

He frowned slightly, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

However, his expression soon became calm and resolute, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile: "The blind spot no longer exists!"

His voice was calm and powerful, as if declaring an unshakable fact.

As soon as he finished speaking, an unparalleled domineering aura suddenly rose from his body, spreading out in all directions like an invisible wave.

The black aura gradually spread, eventually completely covering him. Under the sunlight, faint traces of golden light could be seen flickering in it, just like the way of the emperor, noble and inviolable.

"This will be my last shot. Watch out!"

Genichirō Sanada's voice was full of determination and majesty.

In an instant, he swung the racket in his hand and pointed it directly at Chico Balentin and Toyama Kintaro on the opposite side.

His eyes were filled with extreme intent, as if burning with raging fire, as if he would die if he failed, with the determination to burn his boats.

"drink!"

He shouted in a deep voice, his voice as loud as a bell, shocking everyone.

Then, Genichirō Sanada directly retracted the racket in his hand and made a posture similar to that of an Iaijutsu.

His feet seemed to be covered with thick rocks, giving him a sense of stability and immovability;

Between his legs, a flash of lightning shone, as if containing endless power;

Between his arms, the wind and trees moved, as if a breeze was flowing;

In his eyes, the flames of war rose, as if burning with an inextinguishable fighting spirit.

The wind, mountain, forest and thunder seemed to form a cycle. An invisible strange force circulated in this cycle, forming a powerful aura.

"Ding!"

A sound like a sword being sheathed lingered over the entire court, crisp and melodious.

Genichirō Sanada slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, calmed his mind, concentrated his thoughts, and closed his five senses.

Everything returned to endless darkness, as if the whole world was left with only him and the racket in his hand.

In this darkness, he seemed to be one with the world, feeling the power of nature and waiting for the best opportunity.

"Black Dragon Slash!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tennis ball was suspended in the air, and the racket in his hand was swung out at lightning speed.

Wind, fire, mountains, forests, dark thunders were hidden in it, endlessly and continuously growing stronger, as if a black dragon was circling around the racket, ready to strike.

When I looked again, the tennis ball in front of Genichirō Sanada gradually dissipated like his shadow, and the tennis ball was like a long black dragon blade, shooting straight towards Chico Balentin and Toyama Kintaro on the opposite side.

The ball was moving at an extremely fast speed, leaving a black afterimage in the air, with a sharp sword light flashing in it, as if it could cut through all obstacles.

Chico Balentin and Toyama Kintaro's pupils suddenly shrank, their eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

They didn't even see the shadow of the tennis ball. They just saw a black shadow flash before their eyes, and the tennis ball had already bounced out of bounds.

The most important thing is that this ball is not an ordinary super-high-speed serve, and its power is incomparable.

Until the moment the tennis ball hit the wire mesh, a deep groove suddenly appeared where it passed, which was shocking, as if it was split by a sharp sword.

"How can this be?"

Chico Balentin exclaimed, his voice filled with shock and despair.

He chose to escape without much hesitation, but he still couldn't believe the scene before him.

Even more so, on top of the pain caused by muscle fatigue, his mentality completely collapsed.

If this was a successful counterattack by Genichirō Sanada by forcing the dislocation, he could still accept it a little.

However, this guy in front of him with a calm and composed expression actually made a counterattack at the fastest speed when the tennis ball bounced and hit the absolute blind spot. This was simply unbelievable and beyond his comprehension.

He stood there, looking at the deep gully on the court, his heart filled with frustration and powerlessness.

The sun was still shining brightly, but in his eyes, it seemed so dazzling, as if it was mocking him.