Net King: Power of Fantasy

Bang.

Double the strength, speed, spin, and a powerful momentum appears on the tennis ball.

Sou.

A violent sound of breaking the air sounded, and the tennis ball had come to the front of the clouds, smashed to the ground fiercely, and bounced up quickly.

With a wave of his arm, the racket hit the tennis ball.

Whoops.

The tennis ball fell into the racket, spun violently, and a burst of impact hit Youyun’s arm.

“Oh, it’s really Tezuka.”

Youyun smiled.

“So, let’s try this trick.”

“The Curse of Dreams and Reality.”

Youyun pushed hard and hit the tennis ball back.

“Huh? Ordinary ball-back? ”

Tezuka’s brows frowned slightly, but he still didn’t dare to be careless.

The white cyclone began to spin, and the tennis ball flew in an arc through the air towards Tezuka.

Tezuka turned slightly sideways and lifted the racket, slamming everything from top to bottom.

However, what he didn’t expect was that the tennis ball went straight through the middle of his racket.

Bang.

The tennis ball swept past Tezuka’s side and flew off the court.

“30-0。”

The referee announced the score.

“What’s going on? Missed? ”

“It’s impossible, you have seen Tezuka-san’s strength just now, how can he not play tennis?”

“So what’s going on?”

“You ask me? How do I know. ”

The audience outside the venue began to talk.

Due to the distance and angle, they did not see very clearly, and in their eyes, Tezuka waved an empty shot in the face of the seemingly ordinary ball of the clouds.

But Tezuka himself knew very well that it was not that he swung his racket, but that the tennis ball actually passed through his racket.

Tezuka understood Yukimura’s feelings a little.

After all, the unknown is always the most frightening thing.

“Tezuka-san, what you see with your eyes is not necessarily true.”

Youyun said with a faint smile, and once again threw the tennis ball high.

“A balance of movement and static.”

An invisible force wrapped around the racket and hit the tennis ball hard.

Bang.

The tennis ball quickly crossed the court and rushed towards Tezuka, and at the same time, the invisible power on the tennis ball spread out and covered Tezuka’s body.

Looking at the flying tennis ball, Tezuka just wanted to move, only to feel that his body was firmly bound by something, and he could only watch as he flew past him, and then rushed out of the court.

“40-0。”

The referee quotes the score.

This is the weird serve?

Sweat began to appear on Tezuka’s forehead.

Bang.

Yukumo served again, and Tezuka remained in place, unable to move.

“GAME, the wind sees the clouds, the score is 1-0.”

The referee announced.

Off-site.

“Yukimura, what exactly is this serve? And just now, with Tezuka Kunimitsu’s strength, he would actually swing the air? ”

Sanada asked, looking at Yukimura on the side.

After the game just now, the influence of the cloud ball skill on him gradually disappeared, and by this time Yukimura had recovered.

Hearing Sanada’s question, Yukimura’s mind revived the feeling of not being able to move.

“That Kazami-san, like me, is a tennis player who is proficient in mental skills, and that kind of serve makes people feel that they are firmly bound in place and unable to move.”

Yukimura said slowly.

“And you’re a type of player? A game that binds people to place? ”

Sanada was surprised.

You must know that Sanada and Yukimura are friends and often compete with each other, and he has felt the horror of destroying the five senses many times, and he feels the horror of Yukimura deeply.

“Yes, but his strength is much higher than mine, and his skills may be more terrifying than my five senses. Moreover, with that skill just now, I’m afraid he didn’t give his full strength when he played against me. ”

Yukimura said.

Hearing Yukimura’s words, Sanada recalled the appearance of Yukimura falling to the ground and almost losing strength during the match just now, and Tezuka’s strange empty beat, and was silent.

On the field.

Tezuka held the tennis ball, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

“I can’t just give up.”

Tezuka tossed the tennis ball, then raised his racket and swung it down hard.

“Then let me see how far you can go, Tezuka.”

Youyun’s body emitted a pure black light.

I have to say that Tezuka Kunimitsu’s strength is indeed very strong, although it has not yet reached the national level, but it is not far off, after all, the current Tezuka has not even started to go to junior high school, strictly speaking, he can only be regarded as an elementary school student.

Tezuka’s five-dimensional attributes, in addition to the mentality, strength, speed, skill, and physical strength are slightly higher than Yukimura, and if the two simply compete in basic tennis, Tezuka can even suppress Yukimura a little.

If he hadn’t been beaten in the arm by someone in Seigaku, three years later, he might not have been weaker than Seiichi Yukimura, who is known as the son of God.

And Tezuka’s tennis experience is indeed very rich, just watching the match between Yukumo and Yukimura just now, he found a way to crack the demon butterfly inhabiting the cloud inhabiting the Zen temple and the double black death butterfly.

However, it is a pity that the strength of Youyun and the weirdness of his ball skills are really beyond his expectations.

The result of this game was already predetermined from the moment the two stood on the field.