"boom!"

The blazing thunder passed by Atobe Keigo like a giant stone!

The strong momentum and bright light did not make Atobe Keigo have any unnecessary expression, but the blue-white light made Atobe Keigo look extremely cold.

"15-15."

Genichiro Sanada, who felt that he was retaliating, stood up, like a samurai who proved himself to his opponent, and stared at Keigo Atobe opposite him with sharp eyes.

"You can't come back from this move!"

"Yeah."

Atobe Keigo's tone was indifferent, with a hint of sarcasm.

"I may not be able to counteract this move right now, but..."

"How many times can you do this move?"

"What!"

Sanada Genichiro frowned. He felt that at this moment, he was like a transparent glance in Atobe's eyes, and nothing could be hidden. This feeling of being seen through made him angry.

Keigo Atobe's eyes are confident and deep, giving people an unfathomable feeling.

"I can see that your knees and calf muscles are constantly screaming and wailing."

"Ah."

Atobe Keigo's lips revealed a confident smile.

"This is only three games. I don't know how many times your knees can support you using Thunderbolt!"

"It's just a joke at fifty steps and a hundred steps at a time!"

Genichiro Sanada replied tit for tat: "You can. If you don't use Tannhäuser to serve, I'm afraid you won't even be able to serve! Do you think I don't know the burden that Tannhäuser's serve puts on your shoulders?"

"In this case, it seems that we still have to see the real chapter!"

As he started talking, Atobe Keigo showed a cheerful smile and said boldly and boldly: "Protracted war is what I like best!"

Genichiro Sanada said firmly: "I will defeat you where you are strongest!"

After the two looked at each other, they turned and walked towards the baseline, turning their backs. A hint of excitement flashed deep in their eyes, and they were looking forward to the next game.

The game continues!

"Bang!"

"Freeze! Ice World!"

"Bang!"

"Move like thunder!"

...

"Game, Genichiro Sanada, 4-3."

...

"Game, Atobe Keigo, 4-4."

...

"Game, Genichiro Sanada, 5-4."

...

"game, Atobe Keigo, 5-5."

...

The next game completely turned into a competition between Keigo Atobe and Genichiro Sanada's ultimate moves.

The two of them kept roaring with all their strength, expressing their inner excitement.

Ice!

Thunder!

Constantly condensing, breaking, roaring, and criss-crossing on the court!

Unknowingly, everyone was infected by the tragic aura of Genichiro Sanada and Keigo Atobe. They couldn't bear it, but they couldn't bear to watch it carefully with their eyes.

Looking at the tragic momentum on the field, Kentaro Minami looked stunned and swallowed unconsciously.

Originally, he thought that since he was used to Soji Hatada's style of play, he would be able to resist the other moves of his opponent, but he was still wrong.

He made the mistake of overestimating his own mental endurance, and also underestimated the charm of tennis among some respectable players.

Atobe Keigo and Sanada Genichiro seemed to have tried their best at this time.

Sparing no effort and regardless of the consequences, the two men had only one thought in their persistent and determined eyes.

win!!!

Everyone in Hyotei looked at Atobe Keigo fighting hard on the field, and they were deeply moved in their hearts.

In fact, they all knew that Hyotei had been eliminated at this time. Even if Atobe defeated Genichiro Sanada, they did not have the confidence to deal with the next players of Rikkai University, especially the minister of Rikkai University, the Son of God.

Yukimura Seiichi.

Looking at Atobe Keigo's increasingly swollen shoulders, Hiyakuto timidly closed his eyes tightly, lowered his head unwillingly, as if using all his strength, and growled: "Damn it! Damn it! Why! Obviously

Atobe worked so hard, but I didn’t even have the confidence to play!!!!”

As the number one doubles player, he felt an unspeakable sense of humiliation sweeping through his body.

Weak! They are obviously the Ice Emperor, but why is Atobe always walking alone at the front, bearing everything with the most disdainful attitude?

Yushi Ninzu looked calm, but his wolf-like angry, fierce, and fiery eyes betrayed his true inner thoughts!

"Yueren."

"What!?"

"We will win the next doubles match to the death!!!"

"Of course!"

Xiang Riyueren suddenly raised his head, as if he had conquered the fear and humiliation in his heart, and his eyes widened with anger.

"I have to win even if I die!!!"

Hochotaro looked guilty and blamed himself.

"It's all my fault. If I could work harder, the minister wouldn't have to work so hard..."

"What are you talking about? Chotaro!"

Listening to Ryo Shishito's serious tone, Houchotaro's eyes turned red, and he burst out with grievance and self-blame: "But now, Minister..."

"Because he is Atobe!"

Shido Ryo said with a strong voice and from the bottom of his heart: "This is Atobe's pride, his responsibility, and his consciousness!"

"Your current performance will only embarrass Atobe's current efforts!"

"He is working hard for us! For those of us who have lost, he is working tenaciously for our sake."

As he spoke, Shido Ryo's voice became hoarse.

"So, stand up and stand tall! Don't let others think of us as cowards who can't afford to lose!"

Ryo Shishido's words seemed to have touched Hochotaro's heart. As if something was about to burst out of his eyes, Hochotaro suddenly put his arm across his eyes and rubbed them twice fiercely and carelessly.

Then he looked directly at Ryo Shishido with a pair of red but strong and stubborn eyes.

"I understand, Shishido-senpai!"

Then, after a long silence from the Ice Emperor cheerleading team, someone stood up and gave the first cheer.

"The winner is the Ice Emperor!!!"

A dull and not loud voice echoed throughout the audience at this moment.

The Hyotei cheerleaders stared blankly at Takahiro Kagachi, who was looking excited and shouting with all his strength.

Not minding the attention of everyone, Takahiro Kaji used all the strength of his body. His facial features were ferociously deformed due to the exertion, but he still roared with all his strength!

"The winner is Atobe!"

"The winner is Hyokui! The winner is Atobe!"

Huadi's shouts quickly became infectious and awakened everyone.

"The winner is Hyokui! The winner is Atobe!"

"The winner is Hyokui! The winner is Atobe!"

"The winner is Hyokui! The winner is Atobe!"

The cheers that used to be arrogant, flamboyant, and gorgeous now seem extremely solemn! Pathetic! And—glory!
To be continued...