Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

Chapter 43



Chapter 43 : Evolution in despair

That powerful force made Atobe feel that his palm was about to be torn, and subconsciously released the racquet.

Patter.

Atobe’s racquet was bombarded and dropped into the distance, and the tennis ball rushed out of the court without blocking.

Atobe looked at his trembling right hand, a look of astonishment appeared on his face for the first time.

“What exactly is going on?”

Atobe murmured to himself, the fiery pain in his hand reminded him that everything that happened just now was real, not the hallucinations Youyun had used before.

The coach Sakura Taro, Tezuka, and the ordinary members of the Hyotei Tennis Club who were watching from the outside of the court looked at Atobe a little strangely.

The behavior of Atobe just now was really strange.

The power of that ball just now, even those who were standing outside the field were extremely frightened, Atobe actually just stretched out racquet to block it?

Tezuka’s eyes flashed, thinking of the bloody threads that had been entwined with Atobe just now.

And he heard Youyun’s voice just now, this trick seems to be called, bird in the cage?

Combining these two points, Tezuka probably has guessed the essence of this trick.

“I think it’s not that Atobe wanted to block it, but Youyun asked him to block it.”

Tezuka spoke.

“Tezuka, what do you mean by that?”

Mukahi Gakuto was a little surprised why Tezuka said that.

“I heard what Youyun said just now. The name of this trick is called a bird in a cage. I think Atobe is compelled to do so.”

Sakura Taro said lightly, but his entangled fingers showed that he was not at peace in his heart.

“what?”

After hearing Sakura Taro’s words, Mukahi Gakuto and others thought about it a bit, and finally reacted, staring at Youyun on the court with wide-eyed eyes.

Caged bird? Manipulate other people’s bodies? How could there be such a terrible trick?

They guessed it was true, but this trick was even more terrifying than they thought.

The bird in the cage, everything belongs to its owner, like a toy in Flandre Scarlet’s eyes, life and death are all within her thoughts.

on court.

“Atobe, serve.”

Youyun’s voice came into Atobe’s ears.



Atobe came back to his senses, looked at Youyun opposite, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, raised his hand again, and sent the tennis ball out.

boom.

boom.

boom.

The match continued, but the situation on the court was still one-sided.

0-40.

1-0.

2-0.

……

5-0.

40-0.

In less than 20 minutes, Atobe has lost 5 points in a row, and even the last point has come to the match point.

At this time Atobe had fallen to the ground, motionless.

“Stand up, Atobe.”

Youyun said lightly.

Seeing Atobe lying on the ground, Youyun was unmoved, tossed the tennis ball and swung a racquet.

boom.

The tennis ball flew towards Atobe, who had reached its limit and completely lost the ability to resist.

How long has it been? How long have I not felt this familiar yet unfamiliar feeling, this powerless despair? How did you stand up at that time?

Atobe’s mind began to recall the scenes of living in England as a child.



boom.

Atobe stood up, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Click, click, click.

The entire court seemed to be plunged into the boundless darkness, and only oneself and one’s opponents could be seen clearly.

In this dark court, there are icy icicles inserted beside Youyun.

“what happened?”

Mukahi Gakuto and others looked at each other, not knowing why.

Obviously Atobe has been defeated miserably, why did such a change happen again at the last minute?

What are these icicles around Youyun?

“Did you make it?”

Looking at the icicles around him, the coldness and silence on Youyun’s face disappeared, and a smile appeared again.

Click.

A crisp voice sounded, and the icicles around Youyun all shattered.

The tennis ball passed by Atobe’s side and then flew out of the court.

“The match is over, 6-0, Kazami Youyun wins.”

Oshitari pushed his glasses and announced the result of the match.

“Congratulations, Atobe.”

Youyun walked to the net and said to Atobe.

“Ah.”

Atobe smiled, but didn’t say much.

He has truly reached the limit, and he doesn’t even have the strength to speak.

“Are you few people here, will you carry Atobe out for a rest?”

Youyun turned to look at Tezuka and Mukahi Gakuto who watched the entire field outside the field and said.

“Uh, here it is.”

Hearing Youyun’s voice, Mukahi Gakuto took the lead in reacting, and hurriedly entered the online court, and coordinated with Oshitari Yuushi, who got off the referee seat, to lift Atobe to a place dedicated to resting.

Tezuka took a deep look at Youyun and Atobe, then turned and left here to continue his training.

As always, his face was expressionless, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Sakura Taro’s face showed a happy look, Atobe’s strength once again improved, and the Hyotei Tennis Club became stronger.

More importantly, he also has a general understanding of Youyun’s strength.

For this year’s national competition, he has been increasingly looking forward to it.

(Thanks to a few big monthly tickets, today Youxiang will work hard to add one to everyone.)*


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