The Prince of Tennis: The Quincy of Rikkai University

Chapter 279: A Counterattacked Winning Receive
In the lounge, Irie Kanata asked curiously, "Ghost, when did you lend your racket to Yuuki?"

Through the screen, anyone who is interested can see the problem with Yuki's racket.

"Ah, it was before they entered the venue. Although I was also very surprised at the time, time was tight, so I just gave it to him."

After recalling the scene at that time, Kijujiro replied that he actually didn't know the specific reason.

But soon, the junior high school students who were also in the lounge gave them an answer.

This also caused many people present to intentionally or unintentionally look at Kamijou Tomoyo who was also in a corner of the lounge, looking at the screen.

"I didn't expect things to be like this. Looks like we'll see a very different Yuki today." Among the coaching staff, Saito Shi, who had heard everything, smiled with his eyes narrowed.

"Humph... It doesn't matter, just let him make a fuss."

At this time, Mifune Nyudo was already sitting leisurely in his seat and taking a sip of wine.

In his eyes, the moment Yuuki Maya appeared on the stage, they had already won the elimination match.

"Isn't this what youth is all about? Come to think of it, if it weren't for this incident, I would have forgotten that Yuki is just a junior high school student." Kurobe Yukio picked up the white porcelain teacup and said with a smile on his face.

The three coaches are looking forward to the upcoming games with different mentalities, and so are the others.

On the court, Maya Yuuki calmly took out a tennis ball, glanced at Plans casually, threw the tennis ball out, and swung the racket quickly.

嗖

A black arrow of light flashed, and in just a blink of an eye, the tennis ball exploded beside Plans.

"15 to 0."

Plans didn't react at all, and when he came to his senses, the tennis ball had already fallen outside the tennis court.

"this!?"

Plans couldn't help but be stunned. The speed of the serve just now was so fast that it seemed like his thinking was interrupted and he couldn't see the path of the ball clearly at all.

Then, his face darkened, and he was obviously unable to accept this fact.

The opponent's emotions that were not expressed in words were seen by Maya Yui, but he just took a look and threw the tennis ball again without saying a word.

砰

30 is better than 0
砰

40 is better than 0
砰

"Game, Yuuki scores, the score is 1-0."

When many spectators had not yet fully entered the viewing state, the outcome of the first game of the first set had already been decided.

"What? The first game is over?"

"What happened? I just came back a minute late and it's already 1-0?"

"What are our players doing? Can't they even react to the ball?"

"..."

Audiences from all over the world couldn't help but start whispering, because in today's match, the French team had been suppressed by their opponents since the first game, and they had never had the upper hand from the start.

It would be fine if it happened just once, but if every game starts like this, it indicates a big problem.

That is, the overall strength of the Japanese team is stronger than many people think.

It was so powerful that even the French team, one of the top four in the world, seemed unable to resist.

Such performance can no longer be described as a dark horse. They are more like a group of bloodthirsty beasts.

"It took just 40 seconds to complete the first round, which is shorter than Yuuki has ever done before."

In the preparation area, Sanada, who was already standing with Yukimura, looked at the time on the electronic scoreboard hanging in the air in the venue and said in a deep voice.

This was the first time he saw Yuki serve four consecutive aces so quickly. In the past, even if he scored with an ace, he would pause in the middle to give his opponent some breathing space. "Sanada, why don't you guess how long it will take Yuki to finish this match," Yukimura Seiichi said jokingly.

"Well... actually it's not easy to guess, because how long it will take to end depends purely on when Yuki wants to win." Genichirō Sanada thought about it seriously, shook his head and did not say his prediction.

"I've seen the information given by the coaching staff before. Yuki's opponent played a record of the shortest match of 9 minutes in this qualifying round."

"So, if Yuki's intention is to finish the game quickly, I think it can be finished within 18 minutes."

Yukimura Seiichi analyzed one of the possibilities in a very organized manner.

"Your guess is not unreasonable, but - keep watching, the other side starts serving."

Sanada wanted to express his own views, but because the second game had already started, he stopped to chat and continued to watch the game attentively.

On this side, after the venue was changed, Plans, who was standing at the baseline at one end of the tennis court, had a grim expression on his face. After losing a point, he was also in a bad mood.

He silently raised his hand and threw the tennis ball, and in a flash, the racket slammed down heavily.

砰

The sound of the ball hitting the target exploded.

A moment later, a faint yellow spherical shadow flashed past Maya Yuuki's feet.

The speed of this ball is very impressive, from which we can see that Plans' level is far beyond ordinary people.

But unfortunately, for Yuuki, it wasn't fast enough.

Take half a step, stretch your arms and swing the racket.

With a slight effort, the swift tennis ball was easily hit by the only point on his cross racket and immediately returned at an astonishing speed.

It's like a bullet flying at high speed, with a powerful impact.

This time, Plans reacted quickly. He quickly chased to the point where the tennis ball landed and swung his racket backhand.

The moment the ball was hit, the tennis ball turned into a phantom and fell on the diagonal baseline of Maya Yuuki at an extremely fast speed.

Such a precise, fast and tricky-angled serve would be difficult for anyone else to handle and they would lose the ball.

But Yuki is not among these people.

A black shadow instantly appeared behind the tennis ball. With an ordinary backhand swing, the return ball left a blurry shadow in the air before falling on the sideline of Plans' weak-side defensive zone.

The tennis ball hit the sideline and bounced out of bounds, and Plans, who was standing on the other side, had no chance of saving the ball.

"Yuuki scores, 0-15."

When the referee announced the score, Camus and others in the French team's preparation area all showed shocked expressions.

"No way! The winning serve that Plans was so proud of was actually scored by the opponent with one hit." Edgar stared at the court in astonishment. He had never expected this to happen.

The reason why Plans was able to break the single-set time record in this world championship is because of his special physique.

He started playing tennis on horseback at a young age, and developed a strong upper body on horseback, where he had a very poor sense of balance, as well as a perfect physique that would never lose balance due to powerful hitting of the ball in any posture.

This physique enables him to hit the ball at will with various difficult movements and postures, and he can also hit the return ball with excellent power and angle, making it difficult for the opponent to react and winning with one shot after receiving the serve.

But now, this technique has no effect at all on his current opponent.

"I'm afraid Plans has met his biggest enemy since he started playing tennis."

Looking at the expressionless Maya Yuuki at the other end of the court, Camus' expression was particularly solemn at this moment.

Just as several members of the French team were talking distractedly, the referee's voice came to their ears again.

"Game, Yuuki is leading, the score is 2-0!"

In less than 2 minutes, the second game was over.

(End of this chapter)