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

Chapter 615: A beacon? Strength never relies on others

As the saying goes, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

Looking back, Byodoin Phoenix also wanted to become stronger very badly. He constantly challenged his limits in training, and every swing of his racket was filled with endless desire.

But in the end, he resisted the temptation brought by the urgent mood and walked steadily to where he is today.

Even in Ashura Shinto, he never had the idea of ​​wanting to get rich overnight. He knew that only by taking steady steps could he go further.

On the other hand, for Oni Jujiro, the road was too smooth at the beginning.

The subsequent setbacks made this guy anxious. He wanted to quickly regain his former glory and become the strongest again.

The Ashura Shinto path itself is a path to temper one's mind. If one is not careful, one will be affected by the negative situations brought about by this path.

The current situation in the Neon U-17 training camp is that they are forced to become stronger quickly.

Facing strong opponents, the members of the training camp felt tremendous pressure and they were eager to improve their strength.

The two are undoubtedly running in opposite directions, and the professional players inside can definitely notice this.

But time is running out, and they really don't have time to slowly polish these things.

So, in the final analysis, Kijujiro's current situation is definitely the sad product of the cooperation between the Neon U-17 Training Camp and the Nibelungen Tennis Club.

This caused Byodoin Phoenix's inner thoughts to waver again.

Even the once extremely calm Oni Jujiro has turned into this ghostly appearance. Byodoin Phoenix finds it hard to imagine what will happen if she returns to the Neon U-17 training camp.

There was a hint of confusion and worry in his eyes.

"..."

At this moment, listening to the words of Byodoin Phoenix, Onijūjiro couldn't help but be stunned.

His body trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions.

His eyes subconsciously looked at the racket in his hand, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Am I a conceited person?

He kept asking himself this question in his heart.

"I'm a top-tier professional, so why can't I even catch his shot?"

[Or am I really a little too self-righteous? ...]

At this moment, Onigiri was thinking a lot.

Various scenes from the past kept emerging in his mind: the joy of victory, the pain of failure, and the hardships of training.

Until the end, what emerged in his mind more were the smiles and expectant eyes of the players in the Neon U-17 training camp and the expectant eyes of the children in the welfare home he often visited.

Thinking of this, his eyes gradually became firm.

"Didi didi~~~"

"Player Onijūjiro, please serve as soon as possible."

"Warning number one."

"If after three warnings, the player still doesn't take a free throw, then the opposing Byodoin Phoenix player will be awarded a point for that round."

Immediately afterwards, the referee on the podium blew the whistle. The sharp whistle broke the silence of the stadium. At the same time, he raised the yellow card in his hand and said solemnly to Onijushirou with a serious look.

The voice fell, "Huh..."

Onijūjiro gradually came back to his senses.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, as if to expel all the haze in his heart.

Then he started slapping the tennis ball in his hand.

boom!

boom!

boom!

As the crisp sounds of collisions rang out, his gaze gradually became firm.

"It's conceited, it's hypocritical, it's beyond one's ability."

His voice was deep and powerful, echoing throughout the arena.

"But I have a dream that has carried me to where I am today."

“That’s my belief.”

"And you, Byodoin Phoenix."

"You can only use defeating me as your goal."

"You will never understand my feelings and the strength that everything behind me gives me."

immediately.

A sonorous and powerful voice came out of Onijūjiro's mouth firmly.

Then he threw the tennis ball in his hand directly into the air, and the tennis ball drew a beautiful arc in the air.

His eyes fixed, his legs bent, he suddenly leaped up, stretched his body in the air, and then swung his racket fiercely.

A brilliant light instantly burst out at the point where the racket and the tennis ball touched. The light was so dazzling that it seemed as if all the sun's light was gathered there.

At the same time, the vast Netherworld aura emanating from him enveloped the entire arena, which instantly became eerie and terrifying, as if hell had reappeared.

And the brilliant light seemed to converge into the figure of a ghost.

The ghost is tall and mighty, wearing black armor, holding huge weapons, and his eyes reveal endless majesty and coldness.

The Netherworld Fire gradually emerged around the light, the flames were dark blue and emitted a strange aura.

boom!

In an instant, after a crisp crash sound, the ghosts and gods surrounded by endless divine fire also took a step forward.

Its steps are heavy and powerful, and every step seems to step on people's hearts.

Almost instantly, he arrived in front of the Phoenix of Byodoin Temple.

It looked down at the Phoenix of Byodoin Temple below, with no emotion in its eyes, only anger towards the ant that was disrespecting it.

The terrifying pressure was like mountains crashing down one after another. The Phoenix of Byodoin felt this pressure, but its eyes were still full of fighting spirit, ready to meet this powerful blow.

On a tennis court, the atmosphere was so tense that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.

"Haha~~~"

A light laugh broke the brief silence. There seemed to be some sarcasm and helplessness hidden in the laughter, which echoed slowly in the air.

"strength?"

“Strength is never gained by relying on others.”

Byodoin Phoenix spoke slowly, his tone firm and steady, each word seemed to burst out powerfully from his chest.

He raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of unquestionable look, as if he was declaring a self-evident truth to the world.

“Belief is simply the ability to unleash one’s potential.”

"It can't possibly be the foundation for a person to become stronger."

"If faith really has that kind of mysterious power, then those who believe in religion would probably have become gods."

"Oniijujiro, please face yourself! Don't speak like a clown and say such weak words."

At this moment, Byodoin Phoenix's voice suddenly rose, becoming serious and sharp, and she stared at Onijūjiro in front of her with a sharp gaze, her eyes full of dissatisfaction and rebuke for his previous remarks.

"If you still insist on not changing your ways, then I don't mind asking you to quit your tennis career completely."

There was an icy chill in his words.

Byodoin Phoenix rolled his eyes speechlessly, his action full of disdain.

As he said, belief can indeed enable players to unleash their potential.

In previous competitions, he had seen too many players perform beyond their capabilities and break through their previous limits because of their firm beliefs.

But potential has its limits after all, and no one says that it is possible to unleash endless potential.

He had personally witnessed some players who, with the support of their beliefs, made tremendous progress in a short period of time, but as time went on, they still encountered bottlenecks that were difficult to break through, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not move forward.