hotmtlnovel #277 - Echizen Ryoma wins
#277 - Echizen Ryoma wins
On the court.
Chalard displayed a confident smile, holding his new racket.
As the tennis ball flew towards him, Chalard swung his racket.
Bang! The tennis ball shot across the court like a meteor, landing in the opponent's court.
“15:15!”
“30:15!”
“40:15!”
“Game, France! Score 5:0!”
The referee's voice echoed.
“As expected of the Prince!”
“He won't let his opponent easily change the course of the battle!”
“Prince!”
“Prince!”
“Prince!”
The audience's cheers were all for Chalard.
“This is a good opportunity for him to see his own limits clearly.”
Yukimura smiled slightly.
Hearing this, Genichiro Sanada nodded.
On the court.
“That Neon team switched to a right-handed racket again!”
“It's useless, right!”
“There's no ball that the Prince can't return!”
“It's a topspin serve!”
“At the center position, bouncing to that height, even the Prince would have a hard time scoring against that angle and power, right!”
The audience exclaimed.
At this moment.
Chalard still twisted his body, returning the tennis ball at a strange angle!
“If that's the case.”
Ryoma Echizen's arm emitted a dazzling light: “I'll smash through that smug face of yours!”
Instantly.
Tear -
The racket was once again pierced by the tennis ball.
“15:0!”
“30:0!”
“40:0!”
“Game, Neon team! Score 5:1!”
The referee announced.
“Damn it, what fragile rackets!”
Chalard snorted and changed to a new racket.
“Leader, are there any restrictions on the number of rackets allowed in this tournament?”
Chalard looked at Camus and asked.
“Hmm, I don't think so.”
Camus said calmly.
“If that's the case, bring me all the rackets!”
Chalard said, walking towards the court.
On the court.
Ryoma Echizen's service game.
The tennis ball was tossed into the sky by Ryoma Echizen, and at the moment of its descent, the light of his arm reappeared, enveloping the tennis ball as he swung!
The tennis ball, carrying a dazzling light, directly pierced through Chalard's racket!
“15:0!”
“30:0!”
“40:0!”
“Game, Neon team! Score 5:2!”
“Game, Neon team! Score 5:3!”
The referee's voice echoed.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! This time it's that Neon kid!”
“Echizen's fierce counterattack is about to begin!”
“Amazing! Go, both sides!”
“Go, Neon team!”
The audience generously offered cheers and applause.
“How many rackets is he going to break before he gives up?”
Kuranosuke Shiraishi couldn't help but say.
“It seems that the Prince wants to stop Echizen's light ball no matter what.”
Shusuke Fuji smiled with narrowed eyes.
“Now, he's not even using the service return to score.”
Kuranosuke Shiraishi said calmly: “He wants to return that light ball, even if it's just one ball.”
“What stubborn guys.”
Shusuke Fuji smiled.
“You're quite troublesome.”
Ryoma Echizen said to Chalard.
“Just you wait!”
Chalard chuckled: “I will definitely return it and score a point!”
“No, Prince!”
George shouted anxiously: “No matter how many times you swing, you're just breaking rackets!”
But.
Chalard didn't listen at all.
As Ryoma Echizen's light ball came again, he swung the racket in his hand!
“Then how about this!”
Chalard's eyes were solemn as he said in a deep voice.
The tennis ball pierced through the racket again!
“15:0!”
“30:0!”
“40:0!”
“Game, Neon team! Score 5:4!”
The referee announced.
“Great, Ryoma!”
Akaya Kirihara shouted: “You've completely cornered that Prince!”
Yukimura shook his head slightly: “The one being cornered should be Ryoma.”
Hearing this, everyone was stunned.
What's going on? Why is Ryoma being cornered?
“Look at the cracks on Chalard's racket.”
Yukimura said calmly: “They're getting smaller and smaller.”
Everyone's eyes turned serious upon hearing this.
Indeed, if it continues like this, Chalard will definitely receive Ryoma's light ball.
“However, Ryoma is also constantly growing.”
Yukimura smiled and said: “He won't lose this match.”
On the court.
“I must thank you, Ryoma Echizen!”
Chalard's eyes were solemn as he stared at the light ball: “Such humiliation cannot be erased unless I return the light ball!”
“But, I can already feel it, it's right here!”
Having said that, Chalard's racket collided with the tennis ball.
The racket made a creaking sound, and Chalard exerted force in his arm, and at that moment, the tennis ball was returned to Ryoma Echizen's court!
“To find the racket's super sweet spot in such a short time.”
Kazuya Irie's eyes narrowed.
Ryoma Echizen looked at the tennis ball flying towards him, his aura becoming heavier and heavier, and in an instant, it erupted.
Instantly.
Everyone saw a figure appear behind Ryoma Echizen.
That is!
A Samurai!
A Samurai from another dimension!
Ryoma Echizen's other dimension broke through!
The Samurai behind him exuded a very powerful aura.
Causing everyone's expression to change!
At this moment, Ryoma Echizen's face showed a faint smile, and at the moment the tennis ball bounced, he returned it!
Bang! The tennis ball carried a powerful aura, flying across the court like an unstoppable missile.
The powerful force blew the airflow of everyone on the court into chaos.
In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball had already flown towards the baseline of Chalard's court.
At the moment of the opponent's surprise, the tennis ball had already bounced and smashed into the wall behind him.
“15:0!”
“30:0!”
“40:0!”
“Match over, Neon team wins! Score 7:6!”
The referee's voice echoed.
“Amazing!”
“Just now, I seemed to see a Samurai appear behind Neon team's Echizen!”
“I can't believe that both sides can play so wonderfully!”
“Neon team!”
“Neon team!”
“France team!”
“France team!”
There were too many highlights in this match, and even after the match ended, the audience was still discussing and cheering.
“The reason why that Neon team kid didn't lose is because of the Samurai spirit behind him, right.”
Camus said calmly.
“That kid Ryoma, that's more like it!”
Nanjiro Echizen snorted: “Let's go back, it's boring.”
“Uncle is clearly very happy, why can't you express it.”
Nanako Echizen giggled.
“It's none of your business.”
Having said that, Nanjiro Echizen walked out of the court.
“Samurai spirit, Ryoma has grown up.”
Yukimura looked at Ryoma Echizen with a faint smile.
Then, the two sides shook hands.
“I won.”
Ryoma Echizen chuckled.
“This Prince is not one to admit defeat so easily.”
Chalard said calmly: “I'll let you have this victory this time.”