Chapter 11 Cobweb
……

boom!
"Game, Izumi Amamiya, 2-3."

"Take a 2-minute break and continue the game by changing venues."

"Yukimura-kun, aren't you going to take off your coat?"

When he was leaving, Amamiya Izumi pointed to the coat on Yukimura's shoulders.

Yukimura still had that calm and peaceful expression, "I think it's not necessary based on the current situation."

"Really? I hope you can keep this idea in the next few games."

Yukimura walked to the seat, and Sanada, who had been standing there for a long time, quickly handed Yukimura the water and towel.

Yukimura took it and thanked him.

"Yukimura, you should be familiar with Izumi Amamiya's playing style, right?"

Sanada looked like he was asking a question, but there was a hint of certainty in his tone.

Yukimura nodded in disbelief, "Data tennis is indeed very interesting, but this style of tennis still has great flaws."

Yukimura does not want to use all his strength to play unless necessary, especially when encountering some players with special playing styles. He pays more attention to the process of the game rather than just the results.

On the one hand, even if Yukimura's Five Senses has not yet been perfected, it will cause great damage to other tennis players. He would not want to use this move unless he encounters an evenly matched opponent;
On the other hand, Yukimura doesn't want to rely too much on his five senses. When encountering a difficult opponent, he prefers to rely on his own abilities to solve the problem first, which is also more conducive to his improvement.

"But the suspense of this game ends here."

After Yukimura said that, he picked up the racket on his seat and walked onto the court with neat steps.

"In the eighth game, Yukimura Seiichi's serve."

Whoosh!
Yukimura threw the tennis ball high and then swung the racket upward at an angle.

boom!
The tennis ball flew across the half court with strong topspin and flew diagonally to the left side of Amamiya Izumi. At the same time, Yukimura rushed straight to the net.

"Serve and hit the net, you want to play against me? I won't let you do that!"

As Amamiya Izumi's racket turned upward, the tennis ball climbed up in the air, drew a semicircle, and fell to the backcourt.

Yukimura had expected this, and he suddenly stopped on his way to the net. He turned around and came to the backcourt in an instant. He jumped high from the baseline and swung his racket down at the tennis ball that fell from the sky.

boom!
Volley high pressure ball!
"What a fast moving speed!"

Amamiya Izumi felt that Yukimura's aggression suddenly became much stronger.

Izumi Amamiya quickly ran to where the tennis ball landed, holding the racket with both hands to stop Yukimura's smash.

boom!
The tennis ball fell from the sky and hit the racket, making a dull sound.

"Good weight!"

Feeling the tennis ball as heavy as a shot put on the racket, Amamiya Izumi couldn't help but be secretly surprised. Is Yukimura's power so strong?

Amamiya Izumi gritted his teeth and pushed the tennis ball back with all his strength. The moment the racket was swung out, his steps began to move.

"The probability of hitting the ball diagonally over the net after a smash is 60.00%."

But as soon as Izumi Amamiya took two steps, a yellow beam of light passed by him, leaving a shallow mark on the opposite corner.

"Yukimura Seiichi scores, 15-0."

Amamiya Izumi was stunned. He looked at Yukimura on the opposite side and found that he had walked to the baseline with a calm face, preparing to serve again.

"The physical data Yukimura is showing now is obviously stronger than before in the previous games, and he seems to be intentionally making the pace of the game suddenly accelerate, thus making my data analysis more difficult."

Amamiya Izumi analyzed in his mind: "My body...can't keep up with the data."

To put it simply, Izumi Amamiya's data network is being pulled continuously by Yukimura. If Izumi Amamiya does not make some changes, his data network will eventually be directly torn to pieces and will not be able to function at all.

Yukimura continued to serve. This time he still chose to serve with topspin and then hit the net quickly. It seemed that he still wanted to speed up the pace of the game.

Amamiya Izumi aimed his racket at the tennis ball and slashed it downwards. The topspin carried by the tennis ball immediately turned into backspin, drawing a semicircle in the air and falling towards the net.

"The probability that Yukimura will hit the ball from the bottom corner when faced with backspin is 50.00%."

So Amamiya Izumi immediately stepped back after swinging to prepare to catch the ball.

But when Yukimura faced a backspin ball that bounced only [-] centimeters high from the ground, he didn't hit the ball from the bottom corner like before. Instead, he gently lifted the racket upwards and released a short ball.

"what?"

Amamiya Izumi's backward steps suddenly stagnated, and then he hurriedly rushed to the net. After a hard jump, he barely hit the ball back.

But it was all in vain. When Izumi Amamiya raised his head, Yukimura had already prepared his batting posture and sent the tennis ball out of the court with a fierce stroke.

boom!
"Yukimura Seiichi scores, 30-0." Amamiya Izumi's expression became even more grim, "It's not just about speeding up the tempo of the game, it's about making the tempo of the game change drastically in speed, thereby interfering with my data collection. ?"

"Yes, data flows."

Yukimura said: "In the past few games, I found that your data collection is not fixed, but is constantly improved and revised according to the game situation, so as long as you use the changes in the rhythm of the game to interfere with your data collection, and at the same time, you Put more and more pressure and your data tennis isn't getting its full effect."

"In other words, there is no suspense about the outcome of this game!"

The expression on Yukimura's face was indifferent and calm, like a god about to make the final judgment.

……

boom!
"Game, Yukimura Seiichi, 5-2."

"After a 2-minute break, change venues and continue the game."

Amamiya Izumi walked back to his seat, feeling a little heavy.

Amamiya Izumi does know that Yukimura is very strong now, and is far stronger than himself, but only when he actually competes with Yukimura can he truly feel the power of the Son of God.

"Strength, speed, stamina, technique, spirit... he has no shortcomings at all! Even now Yukimura hasn't even taken off his coat. He is really as strong as a monster!"

Amamiya Izumi sighed, but then his eyes became sharp again.

"But only opponents like this and games like this are meaningful. I must seize this opportunity to achieve a breakthrough under high pressure."

"Yukimura Seiichi, I will never let you underestimate me!"

Since you want to become a champion at Li Hai University, you can't let the future head of Li Hai University's tennis department look down on you, right? !
After 2 minutes, the referee gave the order to continue the game.

"In the eighth game, Yukimura Seiichi's serve."

"It seems that this game brings me less surprises than I expected." Yukimura's eyes showed a bit of disappointment, "In this case, it is better to end the game as soon as possible."

But at this time, Izumi Amamiya, who was facing a desperate situation, still did not give up. He could feel that he had not yet reached his limit under the heavy pressure. His originally immovable strength seemed to have loosened a little, and the thoughts in his mind continued to surge.

"Data is flowing..."

boom!
"Yukimura Seiichi scores, 15-0."

"The flowing data turns into threads and eventually forms a large network, binding the opponent..."

boom!
"Yukimura Seiichi scores, 30-0."

"The data network is elastic. Since it can be torn apart by heavy pressure, it can also be stitched and reinforced with new data, just like a..."

boom!
"Yukimura Seiichi scores, 40-0."

"cobweb!"

boom!
A yellow tennis ball drew a strange trajectory in the air and fell towards the left sideline of the court with a strong spin.

Yukimura took a long stride to catch up, and at the same time, he took a stance and prepared to fight back.

However, after the tennis ball landed, it did not fly out of the court, but bounced in the direction of the court.

Yukimura frowned, adjusted his arm and prepared to swing again.

But the moment Yukimura swung the racket, he felt that his body movements suddenly became stiff, and they were far less smooth than before. As a result, the force point of the swing deviated this time, and the tennis ball flew out without landing. Off the field.

"Out of bounds, Izumi Amamiya scores, 15-40."

"What happened to that ball just now?"

Yukimura recalled the flash of stiffness in his body just now, and his pupils couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Yukimura."

Amamiya Izumi's voice came from the other side, and Yukimura turned his head to look over there.

"Let's make the game more interesting from now on!"

A gust of breeze came slowly, blowing the broken hair on the young man's brow, revealing a pure smiling face.

Yukimura felt that this was the most genuine smile Amamiya Izumi had had in the past few hours.

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