Net King: Power of Fantasy

“Look, Traces, they’re actually laughing.”

Suddenly, the Himawari people looked at the expression of the traces and said with some disbelief.

Hearing the words of the Himawari people, the eyes of the others also looked at the traces.

At this time, although most of his face was hidden in the shadows because of his head lowered, and his expression was not very real, the corners of his slightly upturned mouth really explained.

Traces, really laughing.

“This guy in the Trail Department is really…”

They couldn’t understand why they were still laughing, because the tremendous pressure on their bodies was already on the verge of despair.

Trace’s mind recalls his previous experiences in England.

While living in England as a child, Jibu already fell in love with tennis.

However, as an Oriental, Trace’s natural physique and strength are much weaker than those of his British peers, so Trace’s competition with them loses miserably every time.

Every time he lost, he would be ridiculed by those people.

Traces never said much, in his opinion, losing is losing, loser, no right to speak, as long as it wins back next time.

Therefore, the Ministry never gave up and challenged them again and again.

As long as they are people, they will have weaknesses, and although their physical conditions are at a disadvantage, as long as they can find their weaknesses, they can also defeat them.

From this moment on, Jibu embarked on a tennis path of his own, that is, using his own eyes, seeing through the weakness of his opponent, and then completely defeating it.

Gradually, those who were once stronger than him fell in front of him one by one.

By chance, Jibu encountered a dark cloud on a street tennis court in England, and he suffered his biggest defeat since he played tennis.

6-0, not a single point scored.

With the pride of the traces, how could he admit that he was weaker than others, it happened that Youyun was also living in England at that time, so since that fiasco, he has challenged Youyun again and again.

However, since then, until now, Jibu has not won against Ghost Cloud once, and it is even difficult to score points from Ghost Cloud’s hands.

But the two became friends because of this.

Originally, he had always thought that although Youyun’s strength was stronger than his own, it was not too strong.

Until a year ago, Yun Yun and Jibu took advantage of the holiday to travel to Greece and met a teenager who was a year older than them, but his strength was extremely terrifying.

That was the first time he saw Youyun playing tennis seriously, and at that time, Youyun’s expression was the same as now.

He still remembers the scene at that time, when after the Greek boy’s fiasco, his originally confident face was gradually replaced by horror, despair and disbelief.

Since then, the trail has known the vastness of the world and rarely challenged the clouds.

Because he knew that for Youyun, he was too weak, he had never been serious about competing with himself, and even if he challenged him many times, it would be the same result.

This is the tennis experience of Trace from childhood to adulthood, Trace has been able to grow to this extent, endured unimaginable failure and pressure by ordinary people, and ordinary people have long been slumped and can no longer stand up.

But Trace’s will, after all this, became more tenacious.

How could Tezuka and the others, who had not experienced this, understand his feelings.

“Is this how the man standing in front of you felt when he was in Greece a year ago?”

Trail put his hands on his legs, raised his head to look at the cloud opposite, his hair had already been wet with sweat and stuck to Trace’s forehead.

Although the situation was getting worse, Trace’s eyes became sharper.

Bang.

Traces handed out the tennis ball again.

“It seems that this level is not enough, then the next deeper despair, traces, don’t die.”

Youyun said lightly, and then a blood-colored light appeared in his eyes.

“Forbidden Games.”

A faint blood-colored light curtain surrounded the entire stadium.

At the moment when this blood-colored light curtain appeared, a strong sense of crisis rose in Trace’s heart.

Bang.

Cloud’s racket hits the tennis ball.

Sou.

The whistling wind sounded, the tennis ball smashed to the ground, and the whole court trembled slightly.

Unlike the style of the clouds, this ball carries strong strength and power.

Unstoppable.

Seeing this ball, such an idea appeared in Jibu’s heart.

“Taboo – caged bird.”

The voice of the clouds sounded.

In the blood-colored light curtain around the stadium, tiny silk threads appeared, and then quickly wrapped around the body of the trace.

At the moment when he was entangled in these blood-colored silk threads, Jibu suddenly felt that he could not control his body.

The racket in his hand stretched out uncontrollably and stopped in front of this powerful tennis ball.

Bang.

The tennis ball falls into the racket of the track.

Trail only felt an unstoppable force pass from the racket to his arm.