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

Chapter 625 Ambition, the driving force for becoming stronger, the desire to go all out

And Yukimura Seiichi also has his own goals.

He wanted to take this opportunity to evolve his spiritual tennis ball towards a higher level, that is, another dimension. After all, the essence of Ashura Shinto is spiritual transformation.

Every look and every movement of his shows his dedication and love for tennis.

Of course, putting all this aside, at this moment, the endurance shown by Yukimura Seiichi and Akutsu alone was enough to make the onlookers dumbfounded and stunned.

Under the high-intensity confrontation, they still gritted their teeth and persisted, refusing to slack off in the slightest. This tenacity shocked everyone.

However, relatively speaking, it is obvious that Akutsu is a little more relaxed than Yukimura Seiichi.

Although Akutsu is still in the state of having his seventh sense activated, his endurance has been greatly improved because a breakthrough is imminent and his potential is being continuously released.

His steps remained steady, his breathing was rapid but even, and his eyes showed a spirit of growing courage as the battle went on.

On the other hand, Yukimura Seiichi on the opposite side was not an endurance athlete, and because of the double consumption of mental and physical strength, his chest was heaving up and down wildly at this moment.

The heavy breathing seemed to become the second melody on the court, and every breath seemed so difficult.

His face turned slightly pale, and his clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his body, but he still held the racket tightly, and there was no sign of retreat in his eyes.

"kill!"

Akutsu suddenly shouted loudly, and the sound was like thunder, exploding on the court.

He swung the racket in his hand fiercely, his muscles tensed and veins bulged, as if all the strength of his body was concentrated in this swing.

He directly hit back the flying tennis ball with force. The tennis ball was like a bullet, flying towards the opposite side with a fierce momentum.

However, even Yukimura Seiichi, who was in the process of seizing the future, still couldn't react.

As the saying goes, one step slow leads to all steps slow. Just being half a beat slow allowed Akutsu on the opposite side to score the goal.

boom! ! !

The next moment, the tennis ball passed by him and finally fell heavily to the ground.

The terrifying shock wave set off waves, and the wind, waves and smoke swept in all directions like a flood.

The audience was so shocked by the force that they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Some of the audience members who were closer even took a few steps back instinctively.

The numbers on the scoreboard updated, 30 - 15!

The game lasted for nearly two hours, and at this moment, the tension between the two was broken by Akutsu.

In the crowd, Beichuan's eyes couldn't help but flicker as he watched this scene.

"It seems that Yukimura-senpai's physical strength has reached its limit."

He muttered, a hint of surprise in his voice.

To be honest, he didn't expect that Akutsu's endurance was so terrifying that he could suppress opponents of the same level.

The most important thing is that when he was in Neon, Seiichi Yukimura had undergone extremely high-intensity physical training at the Kitagawa HERO Tennis Club.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if he is not a player who relies on physical fitness as the core, he is still strong enough to beat many players of this type.

But even so, we are now in a passive position.

Seiichi Yukimura bent his waist slightly, supported his hands on his knees, and breathed heavily, but his eyes still revealed a spirit of not giving up.

He raised his head and looked at Akutsu opposite him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if issuing a new challenge to his opponent.

On the other hand, looking at Akutsu's words, even Kitagawa couldn't help but be surprised at this moment.

It is no exaggeration to say that Akutsu's growth rate is second only to Kitagawa.

He stood at the other end of the court, his chest heaving violently, sweat dripping down his chin, but his eyes were full of confidence and determination.

"He's really hot on my heels."

Kitagawa looked at Akutsu and felt secretly emotional.

"But in this state, I'm afraid that I will lack the ability to polish my spirit, will, and even my soul."

"As the saying goes, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

He frowned slightly and continued to think.

"As for what Yukimura-senpai said, it seems like it's not just a matter of physical strength, it seems more like he's intentionally trying to help Akutsu-senpai break through."

Beichuan's eyes became deeper, as if he could see through everything.

"It seems he's aware of his own shortcomings, and not only wants to use this opportunity to help Akutsu-senpai break through, but also wants to use it to unleash his own potential and take his tennis to the next level. It's true that pressure creates motivation."

Looking at the two people on the court, Beichuan almost immediately understood what they were thinking.

Although Akutsu is now anxious to break through, and it seems that he is impatient and cannot eat hot tofu, after all, this guy is a person in the original work who can break through to the professional level within half a year.

As for the mental, spiritual and willpower training, I only need to crush a few games and I think I'll be able to get it done.

So Beichuan did not stop the confrontation from continuing.

Put all distractions aside for now.

At this moment, the court has become a battlefield isolated from the outside world. Visible sweat particles are floating in the air, flashing tiny lights under the refraction of sunlight.

"Just a little bit more."

Yukimura Seiichi stared at Akutsu opposite him, with dry words rolling in his throat.

His eyes penetrated the spinning tennis ball, as if he could see the critical point behind the scoreboard - not only was Akutsu's defense about to be broken, but even the mental tennis he had been studying so hard was stuck at a critical bottleneck in its evolution.

Sweat dripped down his hair in strands, and his soaked sweatshirt stuck to his back, outlining his taut muscles.

Every swing of the racket was like pulling a taut bowstring. He knew that he was walking on a tightrope and would fall into the abyss if he was not careful.

But he also knows that this world has always followed strict laws of survival - those who slack off will eventually be crushed by opponents who strive forward.

The crisp sound of the ball hitting the racket continued to echo in the empty court.

Thirty minutes, sixty minutes, time was stretched into a sticky thread in the high-intensity confrontation.

Yukimura Seiichi's breathing had long been disordered, his chest heaving violently like a blower with a hole in it, and every breath was accompanied by a hoarse whimper.

The wet sneakers made a harsh sound when rubbing against the ground, as if telling him the limits of his body.

Akutsu on the opposite side was also in a mess.

Although the potential has been fully stimulated, a competition of the same level does not allow for any luck.

His hair was stuck to his face by sweat, and veins were throbbing in his neck. Even though he was known for his abnormal physical fitness, he found it difficult to maintain a steady breathing rhythm at this moment.

"boom!"

Yukimura Seiichi suddenly exploded, and the racket hit the tennis ball heavily with a sound of breaking through the air.

This blow seemed to drain his last bit of strength, and he staggered back half a step.

However, Akutsu's movements froze in an instant, as if he had stepped into an invisible quagmire. Every joint was restrained by invisible resistance, and the arc and speed of the return ball were much worse than before.

The tennis ball hit the ground with a resounding vibration, splashing up fine dust.

Akutsu looked at the high-speed spinning tennis ball and his throat tightened.

Reality was proving his premonition in the cruelest way possible—his previous desperate attack was now backfiring into a shackle.

The disordered breath was like falling dominoes, and the chain reaction exploded layer by layer:

The originally smooth steps became staggering, the accurate prediction became a shadow, and even the seventh sense dimmed and dissipated in the violent tremors.

He froze in place, his nails digging deep into his palms.

The advantages accumulated in the early stages are now melting away silently like thin snow under the scorching sun.

The resentment and anger were like boiling magma, surging in my chest, but with nowhere to vent.

All he could do was watch the tennis ball fly over his head, draw an ironic parabola, and hit the court behind him.

The accumulated fatigue completely erupted at this moment. My legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every breath was accompanied by a burning pain.

The momentum that had originally suppressed the opponent disappeared, and the offensive and defensive momentum with Yukimura Seiichi was instantly reversed.

His eyelids drooped uncontrollably, and his breathing became so heavy that it was almost a roar, as if he would be swallowed up by the overwhelming fatigue in the next second.

In fact, with his physical fitness, he could have continued to fight, but the anxiety that arose in the decline completely disrupted his rhythm.