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

Chapter 206 The Persistent Ice King, the Finals Are Coming

"Admit defeat."

"You'll have problems with your arm if you keep going like that."

With a gloomy look in his eyes, Genichirō Sanada spoke softly.

While talking.

He also swung the racket in his hand fiercely.

boom!

All of a sudden.

The shock wave generated by the collision between the racket and the tennis ball directly stirred up dust and smoke, spreading in all directions.

The tennis ball turned into a stream of light and shot towards the blind spot behind Keigo Atobe.

Then it ricocheted out of bounds.

"Admit defeat?"

"Why should I admit defeat? Why should I admit defeat?"

"It's just a little bit off now, but next time it won't be that much off!"

"I am evolving all the time!"

As if his sore spot was touched, Atobe Keigo's eyes turned cold, with a look of complete unyielding determination.

Even though the pain in my arms is getting stronger and stronger at this moment.

Even though he was already covered in cold sweat and his back was soaked.

However, he still didn't want to be defeated.

Because this game is not just about your own game.

It is also a game about the Hyotei Academy team.

Even if I am bruised and battered, even if I am exhausted.

There is only the Ice Emperor standing there, no cowards who admit defeat!

"Atobe..."

This is the Hyotei Academy team.

Looking at the unyielding figure, everyone couldn't help but murmur in amazement.

His eyes were filled with worry and expectation.

Hopefully, the Ice Emperor can bring the dawn and miracles that belong to the Ice Emperor.

just.

Although this is the expectation, everyone knows it in their hearts.

The outcome of this game is already determined.

"cut!"

"That's so lame!"

Shishido Ryo took a deep breath and snorted coldly.

"Are we really not going to stop Atobe from continuing?"

Akutagawa Jiro asked softly.

"Don't stop it. We can't stop it."

"No one can stop Atobe."

"If he really comes down, then he won't be Keigo Atobe anymore."

Shaking his head, Ozuki Yuushi closed his eyes and replied softly.

Then he opened his eyes, took out his cell phone and called the emergency number.

It was all he could do.

at the same time.

The short break on the court passed quietly.

The referee on the podium looked at Keigo Atobe, whose arms were still trembling slightly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

But he has seen this situation too many times.

Without any hesitation, he blew the whistle.

"Drip drip!"

"Second round."

"Hyotei Academy representative Atobe Keigo is serving."

next moment.

Atobe Keigo suddenly clenched the racket and tennis ball in his hands.

Reflected in his eyes was Genichirō Sanada opposite him, and Kitagawa who was watching the game in the distance.

Not a word was said.

He just threw the tennis ball in his hand into the air.

Then bend your knees forward and lean back.

The non-racket hand is guided upward, and the racket hand follows the body to accumulate power.

Watching the tennis ball falling in the sunlight.

A series of strange lights flashed in Atobe Keigo's eyes.

The colors of aqua blue, crimson red and light yellow changed continuously and faster and faster.

Waves of wind began to swirl around him and accelerated.

The roar of an engine could be heard faintly.

Until the limit of accumulated power.

"Hey!"

Atobe Keigo swung the racket in his hand fiercely.

Tannhäuser serves!

boom!

Followed by a crisp crashing sound.

The tennis ball turned into a streak of light and shot towards the opposite side in an instant.

It barely bounced until it landed on the opposite court.

Instead, it slid forward quickly along the ground.

no doubt.

At the moment, this move is the safest way to win the game.

just.

In the past, serving five consecutive Tannhauser serves would not be a difficult task for Keigo Atobe.

But now.

Each time he challenged the limits of his arms and wrists.

And the limits of pain.

"Stop it, Atobe."

"I'm sure Kitagawa-kun and everyone at Hyotei don't want to see a gloomy guy complaining to himself in the audience."

Genichirō Sanada stared at Keigo Atobe opposite him without moving.

Let the tennis ball ricochet out of bounds.

"..."

Atobe Keigo stared at Sanada Genichirō intently.

His eyes were full of questioning.

But as he watched, a bitter smile completely filled his face.

Because at this moment, he couldn't even hold a tennis ball.

The originally tense nerves relaxed at this moment.

The pain he endured with willpower turned into a wave that overwhelmed him.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

[Next time...]

【I will definitely stand in front of you! 】

The world fell into darkness the next moment.

In a trance.

Keigo Atobe thought again of his experiences in England when he was a child.

Although they were of the same age, his skills were overwhelmingly suppressed, and his ball movement and combat techniques were seen through...

In the end, there was absolutely no chance of winning.

He has honed his skills to see through his opponent's weaknesses.

Then he thought of the memories of being defeated by Kitagawa and Akutsu some time ago.

【Atobe.】

【You are the chosen one! 】

I don't know who is talking to him.

The originally dark world gradually became colorful and bright.

Open your eyes slowly.

The members of the Hyotei Academy team were standing around looking at him with worried expressions.

"Is it a dream?"

A question uttered softly from his dry, pale lips.

Atobe Keigo was once again swept over by a strong sense of sleepiness.

Only this time.

No more nightmares.

Some are just a touch of warmth.

And at this moment.

Inside the Green Forest Tennis Park.

"Drip drip!"

"Hyotei Academy representative Atobe Keigo is unable to continue the match."

"The former Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School representative, Sanada Genichirō, won!"

"The score between the two teams is 3-0."

"The Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School team advanced to the Kanto Tournament finals!"

After watching the Hyotei team leave with Keigo Atobe.

The referee on the podium blew the whistle directly.

All of a sudden.

The whole audience burst into cheers and shouts.

"The king makes the sea great!"

"The king makes the sea great!"

"The king makes the sea great!"

"..."

the other side.

Here is the match between the Seigakuen team and the Rokkaku Junior High School team.

"Drip drip!"

"The score is 3-1!"

"The Seigakuen team won and advanced to the Kanto Tournament finals!"

The games here also came to an end one after another.

"Finally, we're going to face each other."

Tezuka Kunimitsu turned and looked towards the field where the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School team was playing.

The light was reflected by his glasses, and I couldn't tell what expression he had at that moment.

"Yes!"

Ryoma Echizen, who was standing nearby, nodded.

Said something softly.