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

Chapter 703: Birdman Dudu vs. Tyrant Akutsu

Let’s not talk about this for now.

Tennis media reporters here.

"Inoue-senpai."

"Don't look at those photos anymore."

"The tyrant Akutsu from Neon Yamabuki Junior High School has entered the scene."

"Although the opponent is currently a member of the Swiss U-17 national team, if he performs amazingly, it can still bring excitement to the Japanese tennis world."

Shiba Saori looked at Inoue Mamoru who was holding a camera and looking through the footage he had just shot, and couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

Then he put down the support items in his hand and shouted at Inoue Mamoru.

"Oh, oh!"

"Saori, you've really grown a lot~"

Mamoru Inoue reacted immediately and picked up his camera to start recording and filming.

At the same time, he spoke with emotion.

Just after he finished saying this.

The whole person suddenly put down the camera and frowned in confusion.

"Oh, that's not right."

"The Swiss U-17 team has already won two games."

"Now that we've sent out the tyrant Akutsu, doesn't that mean that the young man Kitagawa might not have a chance to play?"

After hearing this.

Shiba Saori sighed deeply again.

"Inoue-senpai."

"Do you know what qualities we need to possess as tennis journalists?"

"That means it can't just be limited to tennis matches."

"According to reliable sources, there was apparently some agreement between Kitagawa-chan and Ralf Reinhardt, the captain of the Freedom Country U-17 national team."

"Judging from Kitagawa-chan's personality, he definitely won't give up the chance to fight him."

"In other words."

"We might be about to see some classic Kitagawa-chan behavior."

"That is, this singles match three and the subsequent singles match two may both be stopped midway."

Hear the words.

Inoue Mamoru was stunned.

Looking at Shiba Saori who had turned around and continued to cheer for Kitagawa, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

"Besides, with so many of Beichuan-chan's fans here, I'm sure they won't leave disappointed."

Shiba Saori said to herself.

And at this time.

On the field, Dudu Obondu and Akutsu also took their positions.

As the two men stared at each other across the net, a strong desire to fight spread like boiling water.

Dudu Obondu is a sturdy African boy with dark skin and bright eyes.

He stood near the baseline, holding the racket tightly in both hands, with a serious expression.

Akutsu on the opposite side was as unruly as ever.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

In an instant, Dudu Obondu pointed the racket in his hand directly at Akutsu on the opposite side.

He spoke with a serious tone:

"In the next match, I will captain Reinhardt and help the Free State U-17 team win their first victory."

In response to this provocative behavior, Akutsu showed a look of disdain.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said in a cold and rebellious voice:

"Oh, is it so?"

"I hope you're not just a fake paper tiger."

"To be honest, I actually hope you're a good opponent who can make my blood boil."

"And then fell into a pool of blood under my tennis ball."

After hearing these words, Akutsu didn't say anything more.

Regardless of whether the opponent was provoking or not, the game had already reached this point.

It doesn’t really matter what you say.

In the original work, the top four teams in the last U-17 World Cup were the German U-17 team, the Swiss U-17 team, the French U-17 team and the Swiss U-17 team.

The Free State U-17 team is always ranked fifth.

Although both are world tennis powers, this result is absolutely a shame for the U-17 training camp of the Free State.

Because in their opinion, there is actually not much difference between the fifth place and the eighth or seventh place in the U-17 World Cup.

With the emergence of Ralf Reinhardt, the fate of the Free State U-17 team quietly changed.

Because of him, this team, which was originally fighting each other and had no cohesion, gradually came together.

Under such circumstances, they want to reach the semi-finals in this year's U-17 World Cup, and even aim for the championship.

Their goal is no longer just to participate in the competition, but to stand on the highest podium.

Everyone knows that this will be a thorny road, but they are willing to give it their all.

However, the plan could not keep up with the changes.

Despite being full of ambition and having prepared themselves for the battle, the U-17 national team of the Free State was slapped hard in the face by reality.

In the group stage, they faced the Swiss U-17 team, a strong and tough opponent.

Just two doubles matches are like a nightmare right now.

The most crucial thing is that it is not only the gap in scores, but also the huge psychological gap.

Let’s not talk about this for now.

"The third singles match of the U-17 World Cup between the Swiss U-17 team and the Free State U-17 team."

"Swiss U-17 team player Jin Akutsu serves."

"Game start!"

The referee on the podium blew the whistle, like a sharp blade cutting through the silence.

The noise in the audience was instantly cut off.

The crowd in the audience seemed to have pressed the pause button.

Whether it is the small group of fans who support the Free Country U-17 team or the majority of supporters of the Swiss U-17 team.

At this moment, everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the center of the court.

The slanting sunlight casts shadows on two figures.

On one side is Jin Akutsu and on the other side is Dudu Obondu.

The air between the two seemed to freeze, even the wind stopped flowing.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Akutsu slapped the tennis ball in his hand rebelliously, his movements rough but with a certain wild rhythm.

His eyes were cold and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a provocative smile.

His muscles were clearly defined, veins bulged on his arms, and he looked like a beast ready to pounce.

On the court, the aura of a tyrant gradually spread.

His presence seemed to carry a sense of oppression, and even the air around him became heavy.

Dudu Obondu stood opposite, gripping the racket tightly with both hands, his heartbeat involuntarily quickening.

With a fixed gaze, Akutsu spoke coldly:

"Come and experience my tennis!"

Before he finished speaking, he threw the tennis ball in his hand high into the air and his body suddenly soared into the air.

At that moment, it seemed as if time slowed down.

The sunlight shone on his leaping figure, and his racket drew a silver arc in the air, as swift and precise as a cheetah pouncing on its prey.

With a grin, he swung the racket in his hand fiercely.