Chapter 198: Players lead U17 vs France...

Although I really want to get a positive answer, but according to the current situation,

Just conveniently.

Toyama Kintaro's destructive power almost covered the entire pitch of the Japan vs. France match.

Even the surrounding audience seats were slightly affected.

This was after the U-17 World Cup organizers realized in the first few games that the Japanese players were like a demolition team, with the destructive power of an excavator.

The venue was temporarily renovated to separate the audience seats from the playing field.

This is why it barely avoided harming the audience this time.

Just a little bit, just a little bit,

The lucky audience in the front row will be sacrificed.

Now, the audience has been rescued.

The U-17 French team players, Dimodi Moreau and Tristan Barthes, will not be able to escape punishment.

If it were nothing more than the "Super Invincible Absolutely Delicious Big Wheel Mountain Storm," "Super Million-ton Fantasy Deluxe Volcano Eruption Ball," and "Super Thousand-pound Invincible Tarzan Smash," Toyama Kintaro would have been fine.

But who could have thought that this kid was shouting while driving the perfect car!

This guy is totally serious!!

Now even if I want to care about grace, elegance, and splendor,

But he was also chased alive like a dog chewing mud,

Dimodi Moro and Tristan Barthes held their rackets and tried their best to show off their impressive body curves, but in the background, a ball was hit and the ground suddenly exploded.

Dust flew, bricks and rubble flew everywhere,

It's not like a tennis court, it's like Syria bombing the border,

With this contrast, the "Paris Show" with its unique temperament suddenly became a refugee fleeing famine.

“…Uh, uh…”

“Paris show…hahaha…”

He hesitated, unable to express any compliments.

After all, to describe his current appearance as dusty and dirty is already a very euphemistic way of describing it.

Not only the two who performed the 'Paris Show' on the spot for the U-17 French national team,

Similarly, the U-17 Japanese national team played with Kintaro Toyama, and Ikuto Kimijima was also completely caught in the biggest crisis of his life!

The supporters who had just been shouting "Master Jun" found it difficult to compliment this star player on his elegant appearance and extraordinary demeanor.

"Uh-huh...it's okay!"

"It's okay—Lord Jun, as long as you're alive!"

"That's right - Lord Jun, we are now your life fans!!"

Dimodimolo: "..."

Tristan Barthes: "..."

Kimijima Ikuto: “…”

Although they are rivals, they feel a sense of mutual respect in their hearts when they look at each other across the net.

What is this, the bitterness and pain of having been persecuted together...

Kintaro Toyama isolated the three of them with his own strength.

"...I never expected that, besides Yagi, I would once again see this amazing attack on my teammates and the devastation my opponents inflicted."

"One against three? Haha, that's a classic skill."

Amidst the teasing, only the U-17 Japanese team members remained silent.

Especially Shiraishi Kuranosuke, who just before Toyama Kintaro came on stage, patted his shoulder and said, "You must cherish the opportunity."

It can be seen that Xiao Jin really cherishes the opportunity.

Who knows if there will be another chance...

Shiraishi Kuranosuke wanted to yell, "Quickly put away your magical power, Xiao Jin!" "If you don't put away your magical power, the whole stadium will be destroyed by you!"

I never thought that the one that inherited the essence of Jibai Cat was the best.

It will be the distant mountains...

But, it seems that except for the distant mountains, it is pretty close!

My mind was occupied by strange thoughts, and for a moment, my emotions were so complicated that I couldn't describe them in words.

Just like this,

U-17 French national team's 'Paris show' - total defeat!

The French team's part of the field was completely punctured.

It seems like a disruptive, nonsensical attack, but if you look closely—

There is absolutely no ability to fight back.

The red-haired junior high school player of the Japanese team,

The serve hit, no matter from the power, rotation, angle or speed,

They are far beyond the scope of carrying capacity.

The ball almost caused a strong wind pressure and sonic boom. The speed was extremely fast, and the power that did not match the speed was even more terrifying.

But whenever I swing the racket to catch the ball, the moment it touches the ball, it makes a horrible "crunching" sound.

If you feel it a little, even the wrist holding the racket is shaking, and the nerves are paralyzed due to the heavy impact.

——This guy’s strength is no joke.

Both Dimodi Moro and Tristan Barthes are extremely aware of this.

'A hard-to-return serve',

And——'Impeccable Defense'!

Opened the 'perfect perfection',

His reaction speed was incredibly fast. Whether it was Dimodimolo or Tristan Bart's attack, for Toyama Kintaro, who was emitting a stardust aura,

Almost with a single glance, he could sense, rush over, and fight back—

Even when he was doing this series of coping behaviors, his face was filled with a smile that was so happy that it was almost scary.

"——Hey, come and have some fun!!"

"...How could I be happier?"

Speechless, up and down, left and right, all-round 360-degree defense,

Even if you find a remote attacking corner, it will be completely broken by the red-haired boy on the other side of the net in a second.

My eyes suddenly turned, and what I felt next was his body!

The seemingly heavy and irresistible serve fell on his racket.

It was hit back lightly and cleanly!

Dimodimolo and Tristan Barthes exchanged glances, looking at the other figure in the red-haired monkey room that was running around everywhere.

In contrast, Kimijima Ikuto is almost motionless.

'Get the ball to the high school end!'

'Cause them to have a disagreement when catching the ball... and by the way, prolong that kid's flawless and perfect time!'

The opening of 'Perfect Perfection' consumes a lot of physical strength.

The longer they delay... the faster the advantage will return to the 'Paris Show' side!

"--If that's what you're thinking, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you're going to make a mistake."

Kimishima Ikuto adjusted his glasses. Although he looked a little dusty at the moment, he wiped his face and showed his elite appearance again.

Whether it is the attack of Dimodimolo or Tristan Barthes,

Once you enter the common range of the two people's counterattack—

Kimijima Ikuto gave up in an extremely decisive and neat way!

There was no intention to seize the ball, and he generously gave it up.

The red-haired figure whooshed past with his hands touching the ground, using the energy of two, three, or even several people——!

Let alone the ball in Kimishima Ikuto's return area, for Toyama Kintaro, who was eager to play, eager to show his strength, eager for tennis, and eager for competition,

1V2, 1V3, it’s really no problem at all!

Not to mention asking him to run half the field, he would be completely willing to run the entire field!

"Is it Xiao Jin's physical strength problem?"

"Then these two players from the French team completely misjudged the players."

The members of Shitenboji who participated in the U-17 Jibaicat's devilish training together,

Kenji Oshima slowly said, "After all... in that underground mine, he persevered from beginning to end."

"Kintaro is no longer the same as he was before."

'Perfect Perfection' consumes physical strength very quickly.

However, Toyama Kintaro's stamina bar, which was stretched to the vernier caliper, and his extraordinary mobility and recovery ability made up for this.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is now like a perpetual motion machine on the court!

If you can't destroy him, crush him, and knock him down with one ball,

Then, his opponent will face endless torture.

"The game is over—!"

"JAPAN VS FRANCE D2 Doubles 2,"

"Kintaro Toyama, Ikuto Kimishima VS Dimodimolo, Tristan Barthes——6:0 WIN!!"

——First win at the start!

An unexpected game.

When Toyama Kintaro came on the field and showed his strong destructive power,

The members of the national teams who were watching the match from behind the audience had already guessed the final outcome.

At the U-17 World Cup, the players sent by the Japanese team have completely transformed into the image of a bulldozer pushing forward all the way.

"...Thank you for your hard work, Moro, Bart."

The two men, who supported each other and returned to the U-17 French team, were comforted by captain Leopold Camus.

The two looked at each other, their eyes were both complicated.

Then I looked up at the waiting area of ​​the Japanese team on the other side.

The red-haired man, showing no sign of dejection at all, ran to the black-haired boy sitting in the coach's seat with his racket raised in high spirits.

"...It's really scary, that one over there."

"snort!"

In response to the words of Dimodim Moreau and Tristan Barthes, Degas Delacroix snorted coldly.

"Such a chaotic battle completely loses the art of watching it!"

The French junior high school student, Jonal San George, who was holding a racket, spoke cautiously.

"So, let's get started...?"

Leopold Camus's cobalt blue eyes swept across gently,

"Go ahead, George."

“Yes… yes!”

U-17 French National Team D1 Doubles 1,

Degas Delacroix and Jonald San George officially entered the competition area.

Correspondingly, on the U-17 Japanese team side,

Start playing cards again.

The player watched as the battle system jumped out again and floated in front of him.

From UR to SSR to SR,

Distributed neatly,

The two cards sent by the French team on the opposite side,

Degas Delacroix (SSR),

Jonal San George (SSR),

Not surprisingly, there are two SSR cards again.

and,

The player took a closer look at the status of these two SSR cards.

A new status suddenly appeared under the status bar of the two people.

【Combo Skills: Art and Manipulation】

[You can switch the puppet's combat status, style, and mode through different oil paints, and increase the puppet's overall value to 150%]

The player glanced,

In that case, the card I choose to send out this time is—

It’s decided to be you!

SSR Mori Jusaburo,

SSR Yanagi Renji,

As soon as the name was called, both Maori Jusaburo and Yanagi Renji were stunned.

Yanagi Renji, who re-registered and got a chance to play in the U-17 World Cup knockout round, and Mori Jusaburo, who was once a member of the Rikkai University tennis club,

The moment their names were called, they looked at each other.

Falling into silence together,

However, Yagi Kei had already pointed it out, and they had no chance to argue.

"……yes."

"I see."

The two players holding the rackets came on the court, and the atmosphere was a little subtle at first glance.

But when you think about it in detail, there doesn't seem to be any special emotion flowing.

After all, before private grudges...

More importantly, it carries the victory of the U-17 Japanese national team!

"...It's about to start."

"Know."

"U-17 World Cup quarterfinals, France vs. Japan, D1 doubles match—"

"Mori Jusaburo, Yanagi Renji VS Degas Delacroix, Jonal San George!"

“—The match begins!!”

Hisaburo Mori, once hailed as a genius, was also a very special existence in the Rikkai University tennis club when the three giants of Rikkai University did not yet have the power they have today.

Because of talent, but neglect of training,

Because of complacency, he lost to Ochi Gekko.

In the past, Yanagi Renji would have resented him for wasting his talent and slowing down Rikkai University's progress.

Including Mori Hisaburo himself, they were fully aware of their own shortcomings.

Awareness is particularly profound.

Because of this, after Yukimura Seiichi, Sanada Genichirō, Yanagi Renji and others entered the U-17,

Contrary to his usual behavior, Maori Jusaburo was extremely silent.

Even his partner, Yue Zhiyueguang, looked at him sideways.

Out of unspeakable guilt, Mori Jusaburo almost hid from the Rikkai community.

And this time——it was completely pushed out,

There is no chance to escape, no point in hiding anymore.

Standing on the court, holding the racket,

Fighting alongside Yanagi Renji, Maori took a deep breath.

——The French team serves first!

Degas Delacroix picked up the tennis ball and took a deep look at Liu and Maori on the other side of the net.

He snorted coldly, and the moment he swung his racket, a gorgeous picture suddenly unfolded before his eyes!

“——Here it comes!”

“——It appeared!”

"The Court Artist!! Degas Delacroix!!"

“—This is true art!!”

U-17 French team waiting area,

Leopold Camus, watching Degas Delacroix perform a magnificent miracle on the court,

She slightly curved her lips and said softly to the racket beside her,

"Love, this is the charm of Delacroix, what a beautiful art~"

The continuous and huge painting spread out all over the sky, covering the entire field of vision.

For those who see this kind of artistic tennis for the first time - it is undoubtedly a huge shock!

While Degas Delacroix was depicting the artistic scene, he was already imagining the shocked expressions of the two people on the other side of the net!

He is confident, and shows his strength to match his confidence.

Look up deeply!

“——Snap!”

Quickly and without hesitation,

"Southeast corner, two o'clock, right there,"

"--receive!"

With tacit cooperation and perfect communication,

Yanagi Renji judged the point and Maori Jusaburo swung his racket to meet it.

The movements are smooth and natural.

But that's not the point.

The point is - neither of these two guys was impressed by his artistic tennis!!

Degas Delacroix's expression was subtle, but he did not forget that he was now in a court game.

Facing the return ball from Mori Hisaburo, Delacroix did not slack off and took a big step forward to swing his racket to meet it!

“——Kachakakakaka!!”

Huge force!

Almost full force, and complex rotational friction that is difficult to crack,

These guys from the U-17 Japanese national team...

Delacroix held down his wrist and rushed to fight back.

Art tennis is played again,

Even more magnificent - the Arc de Triomphe!

Glory descended, covering the entire stadium and even extending to the audience area.

For a moment, the audience exclaimed in amazement.

“——Amazing!”

"Miracle! This is a miracle!"

"——Bravo Bravo Bravo!"

Amidst loud shouts of "Bravo",

Cold, rational, objective,

Yanagi Renji's movements were not disturbed at all, and he even made full use of Mori Jusaburo's abilities while maintaining his core of composure.

As easy as an arm, perfect match,

"Nine o'clock, right, backspin,"

"--receive!"

The magnificent Arc de Triomphe is like a dream and a fantasy.

But unfortunately, they were facing two pragmatists whose only thought was "victory, victory and more victory".

Moreover, no matter how gorgeous it is, beyond imagination,

But - their Mona Lisa,

Already met!

It's just a canvas.

Nothing is as shocking as real terror!

Ghost Bone Dragon, Skeleton Army, Lava/Frost Slime,

And many more, inhuman creatures that shouldn't exist in this world!

"...It breaks with just one poke, that one."

Kirihara Akaya, who was not interested, held his face with one hand and watched the battle on the field.

It's not just Kirihara Akaya, it can even be said that the entire U-17 Japanese national team,

When witnessing Degas Delacroix's art of tennis,

They all acted a little too calmly.

Yukimura Seiichi folded his arms and smiled, "Combining art and tennis, that's quite genius."

"...Well, that's what I said, but, this is the world's battlefield right now, right?"

Toyama Kintaro scratched his head, "Eh..."

"Besides wanting to defeat him, I can't think of anything else!"

No time to appreciate, no time to feel much,

Race against time, seize the opportunity,

All they want is victory!

For the person who sat in the coaching chair, watching them with dark, empty, and objective eyes, from beginning to end -

Bring back total victory!

“GAME——5:0!”

The referee blew the whistle.

The score between the French team and the Japanese team is now 0:5.

Degas Delacroix lost all five games.

However, Yanagi Renji and Mori Jusaburo were not happy about this.

The hands holding the racket are still ready to go.

"…Have you collected them?"

"……Yes!"

Degas Delacroix suddenly asked this question,

At the same time, another French player who had always had a low presence on the court,

Jonal San George—acknowledged this.

The situation took a sudden turn.

After the joining of Jonal San George,

The attack points and tendencies of Yanagi Renji and Mori Jusaburo seemed to be seen through.

This situation is nothing more than an explanation.

Jonal San George, who has not made a move, is also a user of data tennis.

Moreover, Degas Delacroix generously used the first five games to collect data for Jonald San Giorgio!

As soon as the French team made this move, the U-17 team immediately realized it clearly.

"...I don't know whether to call them thoughtful or arrogant."

"They're actually releasing the first five games, and they're collecting data too..."

“…”

"...So, even if we collect the data, what does it matter?"

A network of separation,

Also playing data tennis, Yanagi Renji and Jonal San George met eyes.

Unlike Yanagi Renji who acts as a 'strategist' and controls his teammates,

Junior high school student Jonal San George, who plays data tennis on the French team,

This is based on perfect trust, and I believe in tennis more than Delacroix did.

Dedicate yourself to the oil painting of Degas Delacroix's tennis ball.

Ink on your body and switch personalities with one click!

The timid look disappeared in an instant, and what appeared in front of Liu and Maoli was a completely unfamiliar hot-tempered and aggressive boy!

"Hey, hey, show me your true strength!"

“——With just this level, there’s no way you can surpass us!!”

Jonal San George raised his racket and shouted,

“…”

"He said that we should show our true strength."

Maori Jusaburo said slowly,

"……so,"

Yanagi Renji's narrowed eyes finally opened.

"Then take it out."

The final word,

Suddenly, the atmosphere on the court changed.

Peaceful, fair, objective, rational,

Suddenly, it was all gone——

What remains is an impact and fierceness that is ready to go!

With their sharp intuition, a string snapped in the hearts of Degas Delacroix and Jonard San Georges.

But the pace can't be chaotic,

"—show them our art,"

“That’s right—!”

Yanagi Ren serves the second ball.

Swing the racket, smash the ball, 'bang!'

Completely unexpected speed, completely beyond the method of data collection, and completely irresistible power!

Jonal San George was puzzled.

Compared with the data collected previously, this ball should not be here.

But now, it appears here again!

It took him five full innings to collect his data—there was absolutely no mistake!

So what went wrong?

"It seems that after the U-17 training camp, everyone has more or less gone into hiding."

"I didn't expect that Senior Liu would also..."

"Well, making it hard for the opponent to figure out your true limits is just one of Liu's little evil tastes, puri~"

A playful whistle, a few words,

But it fully displayed the pain of the French team's doubles players, Degas Delacroix and Jonald San Georges on the court!

I never expected that I would give up all the data I collected from the five rounds.

It turned out that the other party deliberately gave wrong data!

From the very beginning... these two guys didn't take it seriously!

“…”

Jonal Sang George, who switched his personality, gritted his teeth so hard that his back teeth almost made a "crunching" sound.

However, Degas Delacroix suddenly realized a more important point.

"...If those two guys were hiding their strength from the very beginning,

"But their hidden strengths completely matched and surpassed the artistic tennis he was so proud of!"

"So, this so-called hidden strength..."

"——Isn't it that they haven't reached the point where they can actually take action?!"

The core was touched without any warning.

Degas Delacroix's heart trembled violently.

After the trembling, what followed was a truly, completely overwhelming impact!

Even Yanagi Renji and Mori Jusaburo, who seemed rational, peaceful, self-consistent, and fair,

But in fact, they are also soldiers brought up by Jibaimao!

The same excavator demolition technology that was used to break the cat—once again, it shined throughout the U-17 World Cup!!

“——empty, empty, empty, empty!!”

"—boom boom boom boom!"

“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—!”

“Kaalaalaalaa ...

I can't count how long it took,

Ruins, only collapsed wreckage remained on the court.

Even after watching it many times, the audience still couldn't get used to it and was silent.

The only sounds in the air were the referee's sharp whistle and the announcement of the final result.

“——Beep!”

"U-17 World Cup Quarterfinals - Japan vs. France!"

"D1 Doubles Match, Mori Jusaburo and Yanagi Renji vs. Degas Delacroix and Jonal San George—"

"GAME 6:0——Mori Jusaburo, Yanagi Renji WIN!"

Win two games in a row,

The Japanese team played against the French team and received enthusiastic support from the outside with an almost overwhelming momentum.

——And now, it is time for the crucial singles match.

Japan's match point, France's last chance to turn things around!

"Who will they send out in the final round?"

"Hmm, let me guess, he should be the strongest, Captain..."

"Leopold Camus,"

“…”

"……No,"

The one who said the negative was Duke Watanabe.

Watanabe, who was a member of the previous U-17 French team,

Looking out at the French team's waiting area, where Leopold Camus sat motionless in his seat,

"...In singles three, Camus, he, will not appear."

“…”

"Who could that be?"

“——”

"—That's me! Prince Plance Ludovic Charudaru—!"

Thunder roared in the clear sky, and above the audience,

The figure riding a white horse suddenly rushed in from outside the field, attracting everyone's attention!

There were cries of surprise and dodging, and a figure holding a whip high pulled the snow-white horse's beak.

It is the French team's upcoming S3 singles match.

Plance Ludovic Charudaru!

"It's finally here, Prince,"

Smiling Camus watches,

Duke. Watanabe's judgment was correct. Leopold Camus would not appear as a singles third.

"——Please welcome this prince!"

With a wave of his whip, Plans rode his white horse straight into the stadium!

"Prunce Ludovic Charudaru,"

After leaving the field, Yanagi Renji squinted his eyes and reported the relevant data.

"As a descendant of the royal family of a small, desolate country, he indeed has royal blood flowing through his veins, so it's not wrong to be called a 'prince'."

"Besides, he has a very good reputation outside,"

When Liu said this, everyone was curious.

“How loud?”

Liu didn't keep anyone in suspense and said directly,

"The audience calls him the Ace Prince."

“…”

“…”

"...Why do I feel a little bit like a middle school student?"

"How could I repair it——that's too cool!!"

“……?”

Two completely different attitudes collided in the U-17 game.

And the one who decides everything, the player,

Looking at the battle system prompt that popped up again,

His sight fell on the card opposite him.

[SSR-Prance Ludovic Sharudaru]

[Special Status: 'Ace Prince'!]

【Notice! Notice! Notice! 】

[This SSR is being promoted——will be promoted to 'UR' soon! ]

The players were slightly interested.

Is the NPC about to be promoted to 'UR' card?

If that's the case, then his opponent...

I casually flipped through the card pool and saw a row of UR cards lying on the list, completely dependent on being selected.

'Prince'...

Then, it's decided that it's you—

"——U-17 quarterfinals, Japan (23) vs. France (3),"

"What's going on is the S3 singles three-on-one match,"

"The one who's about to take the stage is——"

"Plance Ludovic Charudaru (France) VS ——"

"Echizen Ryoma (Japan)!"

"The competition—officially begins!"

[Special Status: 'The Prince of Tennis']

[Fighting for the only tennis ball, the ace, and the position of prince——]

【Then, bring him back the supreme victory.】