The whole audience was in an uproar.

It was too sudden.

No one expected that the most anticipated game would unfold like this.

"On one side is the man who was once hailed as the son of God in Neon Junior High School, who never lost a single tournament and was known as the man closest to God."

"On the other side is the man who emerged unexpectedly this year, defeated all powerful enemies, and is known as the God of Death."

"One is close to God, and the other has already become God. This match can be described as a battle between God and false God. As long as Yukimura Seiichi wins, he can pull Kamishiro Lan off the altar." Inui Sadaharu said word by word.

"But in reality, Yukimura Seiichi's winning rate will not exceed 20%."

Inui Sadaharu shook his head and sighed.

He does not have the current data of Seiichi Yukimura at hand, and can only roughly estimate Seiichi Yukimura's data based on the improvement speed of top players, so the data is for reference only.

"The Son of God looks like he's going to be a lot of fun." In the coaching booth, Echizen Nanjiro smiled. He glanced at the tall figure in the stands, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes: "I didn't expect the professional tennis world to have paid attention to the kid Kamishiro. It seems that gold will always shine."

“Professional tennis will be very interesting in the future.”

The two sides met in front of the net. Kamishiro Ai was smiling and looked calm. In contrast, Yukimura Seiichi looked more excited.

"Kamiyo!! Although I have been looking forward to competing with you, when this moment really comes, my body still trembles with excitement!"

Yukimura Seiichi firmly held Kamishiro Lan's hand and said, "I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

"Then you have to perform well." Kamishiro Lan narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The two men let go of each other's hands, and Yukimura Seiichi heard Kamishiro Lan whispering, "Don't try to win the game by destroying your five senses. It won't work on me."

Hearing this, Yukimura Seiichi's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Whether it is ineffective or not, you will know later." He held the racket in reverse expressionlessly: "Forward or reverse?"

"The weather is so nice today, I choose right." Kamishiro Lan said with a smile.

"Bang." The tennis ball fell to the ground.

The serve came to Yukimura Seiichi.

Both sides walked towards the back in silence.

"Why do I feel like there's already tension in the air?" The regulars from Fudomine all swallowed their saliva.

"What did the minister say to Kamishiro? Why does it feel like the minister is angry? His expression has changed." On the Rikkai University side, Yagyu pushed his glasses.

"Given Kamishiro's personality, he will probably ignore the minister just like he ignored the vice-minister." Marui Bunta shrugged, then realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly covered his mouth.

"Hey, Wen Tai, don't say anything careless." The others hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

Sanada crossed his arms, snorted coldly, and then his eyes flickered. He said to himself in his heart: "Kamiyo, I'm sorry that I didn't compete with you. Don't underestimate Yukimura. He is no longer the same as before. The disease has transformed him. Although he may not have much time to train, his progress is definitely not worse than mine."

"Kamiyo's basic five dimensions are far superior to mine. If I want to defeat him, destroying his five senses is my only chance. I must find a way to exert psychological suggestion." Yukimura Seiichi gently tapped the tennis ball.

Destroying the five senses requires a prerequisite hint, but Yukimura also clearly knows that Kamishiro's mental strength is far beyond his own, and it is basically impossible to successfully destroy the five senses.

Unless you find another way.

No time to think about it!

Yukimura Seiichi's eyes focused, he threw the ball up suddenly, stretched his body, and with just a simple swing, the tennis ball flashed and turned into golden light and instantly appeared in Kamishiro Ai's half of the court.

The coat draped behind him fluttered as it fell to the ground, and stayed firmly on his shoulders. His handsome and calm posture fascinated and drove many fans crazy.

"What an amazing speed! He is worthy of being the president of Rikkai University! Even after being hospitalized for such a long time, his ability has not declined!" This goal shocked many people.

"This ball speed is almost reaching the speed of a soul-piercing ball." Inui Sadaharu wrote the number 180 on the paper, his voice trembling a little: "He can hit the ball at this speed in the initial test. It seems that I still underestimated Yukimura Seiichi."

"Bang." Facing Yukimura Seiichi's serve, Kamishiro Ai seemed to be dealing with an ordinary serve. She swung the racket casually and hit a changed direction tennis ball.

"Kamiyo, your strength should be more than this, right? Pay attention to me."

Yukimura Seiichi arrived at the landing point in a flash, raised his racket and swung it into the air, and the next moment, the yellow tennis ball was seen flying towards the Kamishiro Blue hole.

"Swish." The next moment, a beam of light passed by and before anyone could react, it blew away the clothes that Yukimura Seiichi was wearing behind him, carrying him into the sky, and finally nailed him into the barbed wire.

"Swish." The tennis ball was still spinning, rubbing against the coat and creating sparks.

Soon, a faint burnt smell came from the coat.

Kamishiro Lan's understated voice sounded: "Blow more cold wind, learn more and watch more."

"This guy..." Yukimura Seiichi's pupils trembled.

"The speed of the ball just now was so fast that even my eyes didn't catch it. The tennis ball should have been hit back just after it passed the net. It was a volley." Yukimura Seiichi's mind was working rapidly: "If this continues, it will be difficult to give psychological hints."

"Huh." Yukimura Seiichi's expression froze. He took a deep breath and mobilized his body's strength.

"Bang!" Another super high-speed serve.

"The eleventh of the broken path: lightning and thunder!"

Kamishiro Ai's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly hit the flying tennis ball.

"Bang!" Lightning came in an instant, leaving a golden trail in the air. Yukimura Seiichi stared at the tennis ball and swung at the critical moment.

"Swoosh!" The tennis ball flew over the net, drew a beautiful arc, and fell towards the other half of the court on the other side of Kamishiro Ai.

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