Net King: Power of Fantasy

Seeing the expression of the mountain city Xingu, a strange smile appeared on Youyun’s face.

“Actually, I really don’t have the slightest interest in playing against an opponent like you.”

“Hahaha, don’t worry, you don’t have to be afraid, this game will end soon.”

Hearing Youyun’s words, Xingu, a mountain city that felt good about himself, thought that Youyun was weak, and immediately laughed.

Even he deliberately said such a thing in order to stabilize Youyun, lest Youyun abstain.

Because if Youyun abstained, how could he vent his anger.

After saying this, Yamashiro Xingu turned around and walked back to his bottom line.

“Will this competition end soon? Yes, it will indeed be over soon. ”

The weird smile on Youyun’s face was even worse.

Yamashiro Xingu stood at the bottom line, his wrist shook, he threw up the tennis ball, and the racket swung downward.

Bang.

The tennis ball flew towards the clouds.

Judging from this one serve alone, I have to say that as the third singles of Fudofeng, the individual strength is much stronger than the first two sets of singles.

But in the eyes of Youyun, there was no difference between Mountain City Xingu and a few of them.

A black light appeared, and I don’t know when it started, one by one pure black butterflies appeared beside Youyun, slowly flying around him.

The pure black color is very conspicuous in this sunlit court, and the butterflies fly with black light tails, which is extremely beautiful.

Youyun raised his arm, and the racket swung at the flying tennis ball.

“Dead Butterfly – Huaxu’s Eternal Sleep.”

The pure black butterflies that originally flew around the clouds instantly turned into beams of light and rushed straight towards the mountain city Xingu on the opposite side.

The black beam of light penetrated the body of the mountain city Xingu, and then turned into a little black glow and dissipated.

Snap.

The focus in Yamashiro Xingu’s eyes gradually dispersed, and the racket in his hand also fell directly off and fell to the ground.

“Sleep.”

The voice of the clouds sounded slowly, as if with a trace of special magic.

Bang.

Snap.

Yamashiro Xingu’s whole person fell to the ground.

At the same time, tennis appeared behind him.

There was silence.

The referee looked at Yamashiro Xingu and the tennis ball behind him in amazement, and even forgot to report the score.

Ice Emperor rest area.

“What the hell is this?”

Seeing the patience of this scene, the eyes of Honshu and others were full of disbelief.

It’s just some black butterflies, why would Mountain City Xingu fall directly to the ground?

“This guy’s ball skills will directly attack the opponent’s spirit, this black butterfly, once it touches the opponent’s body, the lighter one will only lose part of its physical strength, and the heavier one will directly fall to the ground like him, losing the ability to play.”

On the side, the voice of the traces came into their ears.

Hearing Jibu’s words, the gaze of the Ice Emperor and his group subconsciously shifted to him, even Tezuka and Sakakitaro were no exception.

After this period of contact, they already knew that the two people of Youyun and Traces were friends for many years, and they knew much more about Youyun than they did.

“Does Youyun still have such a stunt, and can actually directly attack people’s spirits?”

Himawari’s eyes widened.

Even though this scene on the court had really happened in front of him, he still couldn’t believe it.

After all, the ball skills that can attack the spirit of others are completely beyond his comprehension.

“Stunts?”

Jibu smiled disdainfully.

“Do you think that against such a small character as Fudongfeng, Youyun will use stunts?”

Trace’s mind couldn’t help but recall the scene of that night.

Only three tenths of the fan is opened, strange and beautiful, but hidden endless danger blue-purple light butterfly.

If this move that Youyun used now can be regarded as a stunt, then what was that move that night.

Trace’s guess is correct, in the series of ball skills of Yuyuko of the Saigokuji Temple, Death Butterfly-Huaxu’s Eternal Sleep is indeed not a powerful trick.

The reason why Shancheng Xingu fell directly after this move was only because his own strength and spiritual power were too weak.

If it is against a national level or a player with strong mental power, this move will not have much effect.

“Sure enough, you’re stronger again.”

Tezuka gently gripped his racket.

He is not a competitive person himself, but only the opponent who has let him lose miserably gives him the desire to chase and defeat.

On the pitch.

“0，0-15。”

At this time, the referee finally reacted and announced the score.

Click.

Mamoru Inoue continuously pressed the shutter of the camera in his hand.

“Whew, it’s good that I didn’t miss this picture.”

Looking at the photos in his camera, Mamoru Inoue breathed a sigh of relief.

“Although it’s not the first time I’ve seen it, this kind of terrifying ball skill, watching it again still makes people palpitate.”

Looking at the clouds on the field, Mamoru Inoue let out an exclamation.

Where is the limit of this teenager named Kazemi Dark Cloud.

With him joining, where can the Ice Emperor tennis department go in the future?

Mamoru Inoue thought silently.