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

Chapter 455: The terrifying aura of oppression, once the world's second-ranked gold content

There was a pause.

Brand's aura suddenly became cold, and his kind smile disappeared in an instant, replaced by a chilling seriousness.

The breath was like a gust of wind, blowing in the face, making people feel as if an invisible big hand was tightly strangling their throats.

But his tone didn't change at all, still as relaxed and casual as at the beginning.

"Then your training officially begins now!"

After the words fell.

A mighty aura instantly enveloped all the Swiss U-17 starting players.

This breath was like an invisible mountain, pressing people so hard that they couldn't breathe.

this moment.

Everyone seemed to be surrounded by endless heat, and the air around them seemed to be ignited and became extremely hot.

In just a moment, some players were overwhelmed and couldn't breathe. Their faces turned pale, their foreheads were covered with sweat, and their bodies began to tremble slightly.

Of course, not everyone can withstand this pressure.

Kitagawa, Akutsu, Alexander Amadeus, Seiichi Yukimura and others could also feel the tremendous pressure.

But for now, Brand's aura is still within their tolerance.

They gritted their teeth, their eyes revealing firm determination as they tried hard to resist this powerful pressure.

however.

As time went by, this breath was like layer upon layer of waves, constantly washing over them.

The impact of each wave puts a heavier burden on their bodies.

Their breathing became more and more rapid, and sweat kept sliding down their foreheads and cheeks, dripping onto the ground.

Ten minutes later, Beichuan was the only one left standing on the field.

His body was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes revealed an unyielding determination.

The rest of the people all knelt and supported themselves on the ground. Their faces were filled with fatigue and pain, but there was still a glimmer of unyielding spirit in their eyes.

But even at this point, Brand still had no intention of stopping.

He just stood there, looking around at everyone with a smile on his face. That smile seemed to hide a deep meaning that was hard to fathom.

He seemed to be waiting for something, and also seemed to be testing the limits of these players.

In the monitoring room of the Spanish U-17 training camp.

Qin Onokyiha and a slightly younger old man sat side by side in front of the surveillance screen, watching everything on the screen intently.

On the screen, the scene of the Swiss U-17 training camp was clearly visible, and the players were receiving Brand's shocking training.

"As expected of him, he was once the second best in the world." Qin Onokieha narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes filled with emotion and admiration, and he slowly said, "Just his aura alone crushes most people."

His voice was low and magnetic, echoing softly in the monitoring room.

"As for what Kitagawa-san said," he paused slightly, a hint of surprise and admiration on his face. "He's truly inhuman! Judging from his expression, it's as if he hasn't sensed Brand's presence at all."

He shook his head, as if lamenting Beichuan's uniqueness.

"To be honest, I'm really looking forward to the match between Chitose and Coach Brand." His eyes were gleaming with anticipation, and he seemed to be eager to see this exciting match.

Then, Qin Onokiyiha withdrew his gaze and stopped staring at the surveillance screen. Instead, he slowly turned his head and looked at the figure beside him.

"Coach Mifune," he said softly, a hint of emotion in his tone. "I didn't expect we'd meet in the monitoring room of the Swiss U-17 training camp this time. It's truly heartbreaking."

That's right, the person sitting next to him at this moment was Nyudo Mifune, the former head coach of the Neon U-17 training camp.

However, due to the pressure from Kurobe Yukio and others, as well as various reasons with Kitagawa before, before the end of the U-17 World Cup, he seemed like an idle person, away from the hustle and bustle of the past.

But no one expected that this time, Brand would bring him directly here.

"Yeah." Mifune Nyudo replied softly, a faint smile on his face, "I guess I'm just waiting for an old acquaintance."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a sly look flashing in his eyes. "But don't get the wrong idea. I was only forced to come here."

He looked at Qin Onokyiha with a smile and said these words lightly. Then he slowly closed his eyes and began to take a nap, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Looking at the other person like this, Qin Onokiya smiled without saying anything.

After all, to be honest, he still admired the "young man" in front of him.

Moreover, the next training still requires the other party's participation. He knows in his heart that Mifune Nyudo has unique abilities and rich experience, which will definitely bring different results to the training.

Let’s not talk about the situation in the monitoring room for now.

At this moment, on the Spanish U-17 training camp field, Brand's indiscriminate aura of suppression had lasted for more than forty minutes.

The entire stadium was filled with a hot atmosphere, as if the air was on fire, making people feel as if they were in a huge steamer.

At this moment, Beichuan was the only one standing proudly on the entire court.

Those who were originally supporting themselves with their knees had already fallen to the ground, their clothes soaked with sweat, which gathered into puddles on the ground.

It is worth mentioning that among the junior high school players, Akutsu, Genichirō Sanada, Seiichi Yukimura, and Kazuya Tokugawa still stubbornly maintained the posture of bending their knees and supporting themselves on the ground.

However, their foreheads were covered with fine beads of cold sweat at this time, and every drop of sweat seemed to be telling of the tremendous pressure they were under.

Their breathing was rapid and heavy, and their chests heaved violently, as if they would be crushed by this powerful breath in the next second.

"Less than twenty minutes left." Brand's voice suddenly rang out, breaking the dullness and depression on the court.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mysterious smile. "Let me make this clear, anyone who completely prostrates themselves, or faints on the spot, will be eliminated immediately!"

His voice was clear and loud, echoing across the field. "This is no joke, and I'm not trying to scare you. After all, I'm the financial sponsor of the Swiss U-17 training camp."

He raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement in his eyes.