The Prince of Tennis: The Quincy of Rikkai University.

Chapter 308 A Battle of Equal Powers (Waited for a day in vain, and gave xf another 2 chapters)
The atmosphere of the scene became somewhat frozen after Byodoin Phoenix spoke.

But after a brief eye contact with Nanjiro, he immediately turned around and left the tennis court.

On the other side, Echizen Ryuga also walked into the tennis court as soon as possible.

"You're in such a mess, little one... You still have a lot to learn when it comes to tennis."

Long Ya muttered to herself as she picked up the unconscious Long Ma.

The power of the Supreme Light is indeed amazing, but no matter how strong the ability is, it requires the user to have solid strength to unleash its full potential.

But it is obvious that Longma currently does not have the conditions to maximize this ability.

Then, when Long Ya laid Long Ma's body back down on his seat in the preparation area, several other members of the American team came over to check on the situation.

"Is Longma not hurt?" Reinhardt asked with concern.

"Don't worry, he's just exhausted, his life is not in danger."

The medical staff accompanying the team made a professional judgment after a simple examination.

When the American team heard this, they all felt relieved.

Then, Nanjiro looked away and said to Reinhardt: "Since Ryoma is fine, you should also adjust your condition quickly. Every game from now on is crucial to us."

"Yes!"

Reinhardt and others nodded immediately.

Then, they each returned to their positions, waiting for the next game to begin.

At the same time, the Phoenix of Byodoin Temple returned to the preparation area at the other end and walked straight to her seat and sat down.

He had a blank expression on his face, and didn't seem to take the victory seriously.

"What do you think?" Sanchuan Rudao asked without looking away, holding the wine gourd.

"As expected of a warrior's son, his improvement in strength completely exceeds the normal growth curve."

Although he showed disdain for Echizen Ryoma on the court, after returning to the sidelines, Byodoin Temple had already given a very fair and objective situation.

The strength that Ryoma Echizen just showed is no longer within the realm of a junior high school student. Even among the high school students in their team, he is at a top-notch level.

If it was not me but other high school students who played in this game, I am afraid that this game would not have ended so quickly.

"Humph, who would have thought that the former legend of Japanese tennis would now become an obstacle for us to make further progress."

While Mifunerudo snorted coldly, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

However, he did not have much time to reminisce about the past, as the referee's voice was soon heard over the broadcast in the venue.

"The doubles match will begin soon. Both teams please enter the venue as soon as possible!"

The break time is over and the second game of the semi-finals is about to begin.

"Oh, it's finally our turn, Ochi-senpai."

Upon hearing the notice, Maori Jusaburo immediately stood up and stretched, looking very relaxed.

"Ah."

Ochi Gekkou also stood up, with no expression on his face.

"Senior Maori, you have to work hard. As long as you can win the game, we will win the semi-finals." Marui Bunta took the opportunity to cheer him up.

"That's right, we must win, Mori-senpai." Sanada nodded in agreement.

Mao Li, who heard the two juniors' words, smiled and said, "Don't worry, we will bring back victory."

Several people present, including Maori and Ochi, knew very well that even though it was only the second game of the semi-finals, for them, the game had already entered the match point.

The American team, which lost the third singles match, has entered their kill line range.

Then, after a brief exchange, Maori and Ochi left the preparation area and entered the tennis court.

As the two men approached the net, their opponents also arrived at the net.

The American team sent out a doubles team of Chico Valentin and Alan Hopkins, who had played in the previous match. "Chico Valentin, a weirdo with a nickname that changes easily, all those who played against him in the past would lose to him by a score of 6 to 4 without realizing it."

"Alan Hopkins is known as the tennis doctor. There is little information about him, but previous records of matches against him show that his opponents often suffer from old injuries that flare up during matches, making it difficult for them to complete a full match."

In the lounge, Inui Sadaharu put down the notebook in his hand and told the information of the two players of the American team one by one.

"This is a evenly matched match. It may not be that easy for Ochi and Maori to win."

Kijujiro looked serious, because this doubles match was a clash of hard power between the core players of both teams.

The one-sided match in the first game was just an extremely rare special case.

"Then we will start the second match, the doubles match."

"The Japanese team, Ochi Gekko and Mori Jusaburo, will face the American team, Alan Hopkins and Chico Balentin."

"The American team won the first game of the first set."

After a while, the game began with the referee's loud shout.

Maori stood at the center line, while Ochi retreated to the baseline.

For the American team, it was Chico who served from the baseline in this game.

At this moment, Chico was holding a tennis ball in his hand and was ready to serve.

However, he did not seem to be in a hurry to serve immediately, but was observing the positions of Ochi and Maori.

"Wow, what a rigorous positioning!"

Chico sighed in confusion, then looked somewhere and threw the tennis ball.

砰

The tennis ball swoops down like an eagle spreading its wings, at an extremely fast speed.

This was obviously some kind of serving technique of Chico, but unfortunately, the person responsible for meeting this ball was Ochi.

As a leader in high-speed serves, Ochi Gekko easily saw through the path of the ball and responded quickly to counterattack.

"Was Chico's [Eagle Strike Serve] received so easily?!"

Alan in the backcourt was a little surprised when he saw this scene. After all, he was very clear about the level of his teammate's serve.

At least in the American team, there are only five players who can catch the ball on the first try like Ochi Gekko.

While thinking, Alan's body moved and caught up with the return ball from the opponent.

He lowered the angle of the racket and swung his arm to hit the tennis ball back.

"A diagonal lob?"

Mao Li took a step to the front court, and when he was about to intercept at the net, he raised his eyebrows.

He didn't expect that the opponent could see through his attempt to make a surprise attack, so he could only stop hitting the ball and let the tennis ball fly past his head.

He could catch the ball at such a high level, but there was no need to.

Because this may not only be a waste of effort, but will also directly expose defensive loopholes in the frontcourt.

Because Maori had noticed that Chico in the front court was staring at him, waiting for him to jump and smash.

"You didn't even choose to attack violently? You're too patient."

Seeing that Maori did not smash the ball as he had expected, Chico could only shake his head with regret.

bang bang bang...

In the first game, both sides seemed to be intentionally suppressing the offensive rhythm.

This also resulted in the first game not being decided until nearly ten minutes into the game.

(End of this chapter)