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

Chapter 531: A break from the interlude, a group of interesting and strange guys

"This is the consequence of looking down on your opponent~"

Beichuan stood upright by the side, the afternoon sun generously shining on the tennis court, outlining his clear-cut silhouette.

He folded his hands in front of his chest, his posture like a resolute sculpture, his deep eyes staring quietly at the unconscious Xiu.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, a faint smile quietly emerging. He spoke slowly, his voice steady and with a certain unquestionable power. It spread slowly in this somewhat noisy and tense place, as if telling an established fact.

"He won't be killed by a ball, right?"

Henry Nobel III stood nearby, the veins on his forehead throbbing slightly and the muscles on his face twitching uncontrollably.

His brows were furrowed into a deep "川" shape, and his eyes were full of worry and fear.

You know, the ball just now was like a cannonball, with amazing speed and power, hitting Xiu's chest.

Everyone knows that once the heart suffers such a severe blow, it is very likely to stop beating instantly, and signs of life will disappear as quickly as a candle in the wind.

Moreover, everyone's physical condition varies greatly, and there is no fixed value for the lethal threshold that is applicable to everyone. In this case, no one can accurately judge Xiu's life or death safety at this moment.

He muttered to himself, frowning unconsciously and staring at Xiu.

"Can't die."

Niou Masaharu waved his hand nonchalantly.

He had a relaxed expression on his face, and his tone was so brisk as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.

"If he died so easily, then the Clark Organization should just shut down and disband right away."

"Besides, Kirihara was clearly holding back just now. With Kirihara's strength, if he had really used all his strength, Shu would have suffered more than just this injury."

"If Kirihara knew how weak Osamu was, he would probably be furious and his mouth would be twisted up to his ears."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a teasing smile. The smile was particularly eye-catching under the sunlight, as if it could dispel the tense atmosphere around them.

Sure enough, the facts were just as Niou Masaharu said.

Not long after, the referee on the podium cleared his throat, and his loud voice echoed throughout the tennis court through the loudspeaker, officially announcing the end of this intense game.

Almost at the same moment, Xiu's body trembled slightly, and then he began to cough violently. The coughs became more and more intense, as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs.

Under the gaze of everyone, he slowly woke up, with confusion and pain still in his eyes, as if he had just escaped from a terrible nightmare.

His body couldn't stop shaking slightly because of the violent collision just now. It was obvious that he was still deeply trapped in the aftereffects of that powerful impact and could not fully recover.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked around at the people around him with a dazed look. Those familiar yet unfamiliar faces gradually became clear in his blurry vision.

Then, his gaze fell on Kirihara Akaya who was standing opposite him with a smug look on his face. A trace of unwillingness flashed across his eyes for a moment, and that unwillingness was like a flash of lightning that suddenly flashed through the darkness, but in an instant, he returned to calm.

After all, as Kirihara Akaya said, even if it is only one second of professional level, it is indeed a professional level strength difference!

Although he is very close to the professional level, being close is not the same as crossing it, and the gap still lies there.

Furthermore, if you lose, you lose, and in a certain sense, you don’t gain nothing.

"A special medical team will examine you later."

Beichuan slowly lowered his gaze to Xiu. He tilted his head slightly, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he spoke in a steady and powerful voice.

"As for stopping Clark's organization, I think you'll be able to take action soon."

"After all, those guys have very little patience and are definitely eager to make some noise."

After he finished speaking, he turned to face the Swiss U-17 team, waved his hand, and led everyone towards the main stadium to prepare to start the field investigation trip.

Their shadows stretched out in the sunlight and gradually faded away, leaving Xiu alone on the somewhat empty tennis court.

Not long after, as Beichuan and his group left, the area around the five-star hotel that was originally booked by the HERO Tennis Club became increasingly deserted.

On the huge tennis court, apart from the occasional breeze that rustled the flags on the edge of the court, there was no sign of any other living creatures. It was so quiet that it seemed as if time had stood still. Only Xiu was leaning against the wire mesh, looking particularly lonely.

"call......"

Xiu leaned against the wire mesh, his chest heaving violently, and he let out a long breath, which seemed to carry his exhaustion and helplessness.

"Cough cough cough..."

Because his chest was hit hard by the tennis ball, he coughed continuously, and each cough was accompanied by a twitch of his body, as if mercilessly reminding him of the thrilling duel just now.

"What a strange bunch of guys~"

He looked at the empty stadium in the distance with a somewhat dull look and muttered to himself.

"However, it seems quite nice to have a group of companions like this fighting alongside us. Ahem... that kelp-headed guy was really ruthless..."

At this moment, he looked at the slightly messy tennis court full of traces of battle, his thoughts drifted away involuntarily, and he was absent-minded for a moment.

Let’s not talk about the repair here for now.

On the other side, Kitagawa led the Swiss U-17 team out of the hotel and set off for an on-site inspection of the stadium.

Along the way, the streets of London are full of unique charm. Ancient buildings are arranged in an orderly manner on both sides of the streets, and the mottled walls seem to be telling stories of the years.

The shops on the street are full of goods, the merchandise is neatly displayed, and the shop owners greet passers-by warmly.

However, the players of the Swiss U-17 team had no time to appreciate all this. They walked in a hurry, with a layer of vigilance shrouding their hearts.

After all, everyone knew clearly that the British U-17 team secretly instructed Clark to organize a ruthless attack on them.

According to common sense, this is the perfect time for the other party to launch an attack.

If the Swiss U-17 team had stayed in the five-star hotel and refused to come out, the opponent might have been helpless.