Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 411 Nightmare (12)

Looking at the beaming Kamio and Ishida, Saeki Munuhiko put down his worries, then stood up silently, and then said to Ibu Fukaji beside him:

"Let's go, Fukasaki, I'll warm up with you. Kamio has won, so you have to be mentally prepared to go all out."

"Yes, Minister!"

Itake Fukaji also stood up silently, holding the racket alone and followed Munuhiko to the outside to warm up.

When the audience outside the stadium saw Munehiko Saeki among the warm-up crowd, they once again burst into loud noises.

In the Tatekai area, after Saeki Munuhiko left, a silent pressure fell on Yukimura Seiichi.

Even Sanada and Yanagi Ren's expressions became solemn.

"Yukimura..."

Yukimura ignored it, glanced at the direction Saeki Munuhiko left with his lavender eyes, picked up the racket and walked out of the court.

"Genichiro, come and warm up with me!"

"Yes, Yukimura."

……

"Hey, look, Fudomine's Saeki Munehiko and Tatekai University's Yukimura Seiichi went to warm up at the same time. Is it reenacting the scene of the Kanto Tournament, where the ministers of both sides were competing in three singles matches?"

"Probably!"

"If that's the case, that would be wonderful!"

"Indeed, judging from their competitive performance today, as long as the losing team in the Kanto Competition has come back, can it be said that..."

"Guess what these are for, let's wait and see. No matter what, their game is very exciting!"

"Indeed, this is what the national competition finals should look like!"

……

"The finals of the national competition are about to begin. Kanagawa's representative from Tatekai University High School will face off against Tokyo's representative from Fudomine Middle School in the No. [-] singles match."

"Tatekai University Affiliated High School Yukimura Seiichi will face Fudomine Middle School Ibu Fukasaki. Please prepare for both players!"

After waiting for a while, the referee's voice sounded from the loudspeaker.

"As expected, Tatekai sent Yukimura, but why would Fudomine let Ibu Fukaji come out to play three singles?"

In the Tentenhoji area, Ninzu Ken was also a little confused. Their impression of Fukaji was still in the first grade, he didn't have many singles wins, and it was difficult to play in official matches.

In fact, this is also the impression most people have on Itake Shinji, because compared to Fudomine's other singles, his strength and presence are too low.

At this time, Yukimura and Tatekai, who were about to appear, also frowned.

Up to this point in the game, the cards have basically been revealed, and Fudomine’s remaining two singles are Saeki Munuhiko and Keith.

Compared to the weak Ibu Fukaji, Yukimura actually wanted to meet the other two.

Killing at least one of them will make it possible for Renji Yanagi and Hisaburo Mori to win.

"Ibu Fukaji? What the hell are Fudomine doing? You actually let a first-year player fight against Yukimura Seiichi. Do you want to give up this match?"

"Indeed, no matter how you look at it, it would be better to let Saeki Munuhiko or Keith play, right?"

In the Fudomine rest area, Itake Shinji ignored the gossip of the audience outside the venue. He himself was a man of few words, silent and calm.

And facing the Son of God was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

In front of the net.

"Please give me some advice, Ibu Fukaji!"

When Yukimura Seiichi shook hands with Itake Fukaji, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

Although they failed to face the person they wanted, making their plan empty talk, Yukimura still took this game very seriously.

Of course, facing an opponent whose strength was obviously inferior to his own, Yukimura Seiichi returned to his gentle attitude.

"Please give me some advice! Yukimura-senpai!"

Looking at Yukimura Seiichi in front of him, Ibu Fuka's heart tightened, but he was not deceived by the other party's appearance.

The other party was someone who could fight against the minister. Thinking of this, Fukaji's heart moved.

"Yukimura-senpai, if possible, can you let me see your five senses?" At the end of the handshake, Ibu Fukaji said slowly to Yukimura Seiichi.

"Oh? Is this your request?" Yukimura Seiichi smiled softly.

"You can think so. After all, I missed this opportunity. I don't know if I will have a chance to fight you again."

Fukaji's expression was extremely formal, he really thought so.

Although his own strength has been improving, he is not arrogant enough to beat Yukimura Seiichi, so Saeki Munehiko did not put any pressure on him before warming up and entering the field.

But he wanted to see it and see another manifestation of the path of spiritual power.

If he can absorb the other party's strengths, then it will be the greatest blessing for him to make progress based on his current situation.

"Of course, I want to experience the unique skills of Yukimura Seiichi, the Son of God! I won't just admit defeat directly, I will also use all my strength. Senior, please don't lose to me accidentally!"

Speaking of this, Shenji changed his usual expressionless look, and his eyes burned with a strong fighting spirit.

"Haha, you are indeed Fudoho's first choice. If you have that ability, come and give it a try..."

Looking at Itake Fukaji's serious expression and his constant fighting spirit, Yukimura Seiichi nodded gently.

Guess first and choose a side.

"Itake Fukaji, it seems Kirihara will have a good opponent in the future!"

After arriving at the service line area in the backcourt and standing still, Yukimura glanced at Fukaji opposite him again and said in a low voice.

"The match begins! One set to win!"

"Serve from Rikkai University Affiliated High School Yukimura Seiichi!"

At the same time, when both sides were ready, the referee also blew his whistle.

this moment.

All the eyes of the audience outside the stadium were focused on Yukimura Seiichi.

Click, click, click!
Yukimura held the racket and gently hit the tennis ball twice, then grabbed the ball.

Throw the ball!take off!swing!

The tennis ball flew out of Yukimura's racket.

A golden stream of light flashed across the sky above the court, and the tennis ball accurately hit the inner corner of Fudomine's half-court reception!

Tread!

The moment the tennis ball hit the ground and bounced back, Itake Fukaji's body took two steps to the left, then took another half step back with his left foot, and the racket in his hand caught the blow very accurately.

Because he knew the difference in strength, Ibu Fukaji didn't hold back at all.

While swinging the racket, under the guidance of Saeki Munuhiko, he released the spiritual power that he could already arouse.

Although he is still very weak, the mystery of his spiritual path allows him to have other wonderful uses.

There are not many magical uses, and the only one he can use flexibly now is the most rudimentary one.

The tennis ball was ejected, and a little bit of spiritual power was scattered with it!
It turned into an illusion, only outlined by silver-white threads, and flew towards Yukimura Seiichi.

Because he had always been sparring with Zong Yan, he didn't have much understanding of Zong Yan's Anshen Division, and he didn't show any special preference for the path of light.

But he was very interested in Zongyan's method of constantly mixing things up and arousing bad thoughts in his heart every time he used the Dark Realm.

It is precisely because of this that, with Fukaji's unremitting efforts, he can now easily trigger the worst memories in the hearts of ordinary opponents.

Let the opponent be immersed in the nightmare of the past, unable to extricate himself, and finally defeated by the broken mind.

Facing the opponent Yukimura Seiichi, Ibu Shinji knew that the opponent's mental power was strong and his will was very tenacious, and it was definitely not something that could be triggered in a short while.

Therefore, he used all his strength from the beginning.

"What is your nightmare? It's the feeling of being helpless when facing the minister during the Kanto Competition..."

Shenji returned to his original appearance at this moment, as if he was wearing a ceramic mask.

However, he had a glimmer of hope in his heart. If it was really what he thought, then this game would not be completely impossible!
……

ps: "Ask for a monthly ticket~"

(End of this chapter)