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

Chapter 628: Yukimura, who has a broad perspective, is both exhausted and receives affirmation from

It didn't take long.

The score was tied at 4-4.

The atmosphere in the stadium became increasingly tense, as if the air was about to freeze.

At this moment, Akutsu suddenly pointed the racket at Yukimura Seiichi, his eyes burning with a fiery fighting spirit, his gaze firm and sharp, his tone sonorous and powerful, and he spoke with great force.

"I know you want to hone your skills, and you're not far from reaching the top professional level."

"But now you and I are both aware of the current situation. Either we break through together, or we go all out and fight!"

From his words, it is not difficult to hear his dissatisfaction with the current intensity of the game. He longs for a more intense, more exciting contest that can make his blood boil. He hopes to achieve a breakthrough in this high-intensity confrontation and reach a higher level.

Facing Akutsu's questioning, Yukimura Seiichi's eyes remained firm, without any wavering.

He just shook his head slightly, with a calm smile on his face, and responded in a calm and steady tone: "It's not time yet."

"Although Junior Beichuan is right next to me, to be honest, I don't want to cause him too much trouble."

As an all-round player, Seiichi Yukimura has always been pursuing the overall improvement of his skills and has clear plans and requirements for himself.

He learned an important lesson from Beichuan, which is to constantly polish and consolidate the foundation.

He firmly believes that as long as his foundation is solid enough, even if his realm is lower than his opponent, he can still demonstrate strength that surpasses his opponent in the competition.

If you want to catch up with Kitagawa, you can't be impatient for success. Steady and steady progress is the right way. This is the belief he has always adhered to and what he pursues on the road of tennis.

"Does it mean it doesn't matter even if we lose this game?"

"Ah."

"..."

Seeing that Yukimura Seiichi was so persistent in his ideas, Akutsu said nothing more. A hint of helplessness and determination flashed in his eyes, and he directly started a fierce attack mode.

Every time he served, he used all his strength and poured his power into the tennis ball without reservation. The tennis ball was like a high-speed flying cannonball, rushing towards the opponent's court with a sharp whistling sound; every time he hit the ball, it was carried with great power and deterrence, as if to shake the entire court.

"boom!"

The score came to 30 - 0;

"boom!"

The score became 5 - 4;

"boom!"

In the end, the score was 6-4.

Although Seiichi Yukimura seemed to be responding passively, but in fact he stuck to his own ideas, Akutsu won the game.

From beginning to end, Seiichi Yukimura stuck to his ideas and beliefs and did not make any changes.

As the last ball landed, the referee on the podium decisively blew the final whistle.

"Ding ding ding!!! In the main event of the Sydney Cup Professional Challenge, Akutsu won, the score was 6-4."

The crisp whistle echoed over the stadium, announcing the end of the game.

Almost at the same moment the whistle sounded, the seventh sense light surrounding Akutsu quickly dissipated.

An overwhelming feeling of fatigue suddenly overwhelmed him like a surging tide. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, and every breath seemed so heavy.

His legs were weak and he staggered with every step. He seemed to have been drained of all his strength and was exhausted.

After this long and high-intensity game, he was already exhausted.

If it weren't for the strong stimulation that Yukimura Seiichi gave him during the game and aroused his fighting spirit, he would probably have collapsed and fainted.

At this time, Akutsu's legs were shaking violently and he felt like he would fall to the ground at any time.

But he was still a little dissatisfied with Yukimura Seiichi and didn't want to appear embarrassed in front of the other party, so he used his racket to support the ground, trying to keep standing, with a stubborn look on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, he could no longer hold on and his body fell forward uncontrollably.

Just when Akutsu was about to fall to the ground, Kitagawa quickly stretched out his arm and supported him steadily.

Akutsu's eyes, which were about to close, were reluctantly opened again with Kitagawa's help.

He looked at Beichuan in front of him, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including gratitude, shame, and a hint of unwillingness, and spoke softly.

"Thank you for your help..."

At this moment, his heart was filled with shame.

Beichuan not only gave him the opportunity and confidence to go all out in this competition, but also silently supported him throughout the game. However, he caused a lot of trouble to the opponent, and this boy who was younger than him always stood firmly behind him, which made him both moved and guilty.

Kitagawa turned his head, his gaze gently falling on the pale and tired faces of Akutsu and Yukimura Seiichi, and continued.

"It's time to take a break."

"Whether it's Akutsu-senpai or Yukimura-senpai, what you did was right and good."

As he spoke, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. That smile was like sunshine penetrating the haze, bringing comfort to people.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kitagawa helped Akutsu up.

The two of them walked slowly towards Yukimura Seiichi who was not far away. At this time, Yukimura Seiichi's legs were trembling slightly, his body was shaky, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his cheeks, soaking the collar of his clothes.

Kitagawa walked up to him, stretched out his other hand without hesitation, helped Yukimura Seiichi up, and steadily supported the weight of both of them.

Yukimura Seiichi raised his head and looked straight at Kitagawa.

The young man in front of him is the goal he has always been pursuing and the signpost that has always guided him on the road of tennis.

He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple moved, and countless words he wanted to say were circling around his lips, but in the end, he couldn't say a single word.

Beichuan seemed to sense his complex emotions and gave him a gentle smile in return, his eyes full of understanding and encouragement.

With Kitagawa's warm and strong support, Akutsu and Yukimura Seiichi's tense nerves finally relaxed completely.

The two of them fell into a deep sleep without realizing it, and the sound of their even breathing could be heard softly.

There was a hint of relief on their faces after being exhausted.

Not long after, Beichuan looked at the two people sleeping soundly and shook his head helplessly, but a gentle smile still hung on his face.

He adjusted his posture, carried Akutsu steadily on his left shoulder, carried Yukimura Seiichi on his right shoulder, and walked towards the Group 2 competition area with steady steps.

At this time, the Group 2 competition area was the venue where Alexander Amadeus and Kularaga Tasta were competing.

Although the match had lasted for more than three hours, Beichuan knew that these two strong players would not end the match easily.

After being defeated by himself, Alexander Amadeus gained some new insights. Coupled with his experience of playing against the British U-17 team, he now has a new level of understanding of his tennis skills. His performance on the court will surely be more stable and powerful.

Although Kularaja Tasta has always been silent under the halo of Alexander Amadeus and others, it does not mean that he is not strong.