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

Chapter 656: Predicting victory or defeat is never as unpredictable as the human heart

John Fitzgerald turned his head to look at Noah Gorgias beside him.

His gaze lingered briefly on the opponent, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, and then he turned his gaze back to Court No. 1, locking his gaze on Kitagawa, who was in a strong and fierce competition on the court.

After a long while, John Fitzgerald slowly turned his whole body towards Noah Gorgias, raised his chin slightly, and asked in a calm tone.

"Who do you think will win the match on Court 1?"

His voice was clear despite the noise, revealing his eagerness for an answer.

Noah Gorgias sighed softly, a helpless look on his face.

He shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and his hair gleamed slightly in the light.

"You can't tell at all."

There was a hint of confusion in his voice, as if the outcome of this game was an unsolvable mystery that he had no way of judging.

"You know,"

Noah Gorgias paused, his eyes becoming serious.

"Lu Jingwu is the coach of the Argentine U-17 national team and a veteran Masters-level professional player on the ATP rankings."

As he spoke, he gestured in the air with his hands, trying to illustrate Lu Jingwu's powerful strength more vividly.

"He has been in the tennis world for many years and has accumulated a wealth of experience on the court. His tactics are unpredictable."

"Plus, the opponent is able to display several different-dimensional statues, which is definitely a huge advantage in the competition. This kind of strength is really quite powerful."

"Once those other-dimensional statues appear, the entire arena's situation will change instantly, making it impossible to defend against them."

"As for the Byodoin Phoenix,"

Noah Gorgias rubbed his temple and continued,

"Originally, he should have been a key member of the Neon U-17 national team."

"But now, you see him wearing the HERO Tennis Club jersey. A lot must have happened to make him switch from the Neon U-17 team to the HERO Tennis Club."

"A few days ago, I went to look up information about him,"

Noah Gorgias came closer and lowered his voice, as if sharing an important secret.

"It is said that when he was recruited into the Neon U-17 training camp, he met his formidable rival, Oni Jujiro."

"That match was a pinnacle showdown, with both players performing at a very high level, but in the end he was defeated by Oni Jujiro and was tragically eliminated."

There was a hint of regret in his tone, as if he felt sorry for the failure of the Byodoin Phoenix.

"After being eliminated, he began his journey of wandering around the world. From time to time, you would hear news about him appearing somewhere. It felt like he was a wandering swordsman, looking for his own path in the world of tennis."

"Of course, all of this is in the past. Since then, he has repeatedly demonstrated his amazing tennis talent."

"Also, in his rematch with Oni Jujiro a few days ago, it seemed that the opponent's mutated extra-dimensional field stimulated him, causing his own extra-dimensional field to be enhanced as well."

Noah Gorgias' eyes flashed with surprise, and he was obviously surprised by the growth of the Byodoin Phoenix.

"But even so, in my opinion, Byodoin Phoenix's chances of winning are still zero."

"However, sometimes the most unpredictable thing about a game is not the difference in strength, but the human heart. No one knows whether they will make any unexpected moves at the critical moment."

"Of course, this is just my personal guess. I can't rule out the possibility that these two people still have some hidden cards they haven't revealed yet."

No one, not even Noah Gorgias himself, expected such an experience.

He originally came to the Sydney Stadium to watch his brother J.J. Gorgias' game, but unexpectedly witnessed the wonderful duel between Byodoin Phoenix and Oni Jujiro.

After the game, his curiosity was completely aroused. Relying on his own connections and resources, he inquired and collected information everywhere. After some effort, he made this detailed and clear analysis for John Fitzgerald.

After hearing what Noah Gorgias said, John Fitzgerald raised his eyebrows slightly, and a thoughtful gleam flashed in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, seemingly digesting the information, before speaking again, his voice more serious than before.

"So what do you think will happen if our Australian U-17 team plays against the Swiss U-17 team?"

He did not ask about the final winner of this Sydney Cup Professional Challenge. After all, with a little thought, he would understand that in the face of the absolute gap in strength, the answer seemed to be self-evident.

"If we face off head-on, we will undoubtedly lose. We have no chance at all."

Noah Gorgias said in a very firm tone, with a helpless look on his face.

"If you want to win, you can only adopt a strategy similar to Tian Ji's horse racing."

"But the players on the Swiss U-17 team are just too strong."

"Former captain Alexander Amadeus is unfathomable, like an insurmountable mountain on the field. Master-level player Kitagawa, you just saw his brilliant performance on the field, his strength should not be underestimated. Then there's the mysterious Kulalaja Tasta, and a host of exceptionally talented mid-level players. Their overall strength far surpasses ours."

He counted the Swiss team's strengths one by one on his fingers.

"So, instead of thinking about beating the Swiss U-17 team, it would be more realistic to set our sights on beating the German U-17 team."

"Of course, if victory is achieved by any means necessary, there might still be a slight chance, but this approach..."

As he spoke, he looked deeply at John Fitzgerald and then sighed deeply.

Based on his in-depth understanding of the strength of the Swiss U-17 team, even if various tactics were used to simulate the game, there was a 99% chance that the Australian team would be defeated. The remaining 1% was purely based on luck and was almost negligible.

At the same time, outside Sydney Airport in Australia, the scorching sun mercilessly shone on the ground, the asphalt road was slightly softened by the sun, and the air was filled with a hot atmosphere.

A man in a black kimono walked out of the airport.

His beard was unkempt and his hair looked a little messy, and he exuded a nonchalant and unruly air.

Passersby around him cast disgusted glances at him, some frowned, and some even quickened their pace, deliberately keeping a distance from him.

This man was none other than Nanjiro Echizen, who had hurried over from the Liberty Country U-17 team.