Net King: Power of Fantasy

That powerful force made Jibu feel that his palm was about to be torn apart, and subconsciously released the racket.

Snap.

The racket in the trail was blasted and fell into the distance, and the tennis ball without blocking it rushed directly out of the court.

Jibe looked at his slightly trembling right hand, and a look of shock appeared on his face for the first time.

“What’s going on here?”

Trail muttered, the hot pain in his hand reminding him that everything that had just happened was real, not the illusion-creating method that Youyun used to use before.

The coaches Sakaki Taro, Tezuka and the ordinary members of the Ice Emperor Tennis Department who were watching from the sidelines all looked at the Trail Department a little strangely.

The actions of the Ministry just now are really strange.

The power of that goal just now, even those of them standing outside the field were extremely frightened, and the traces actually just stretched out their rackets to block?

Tezuka’s eyes flashed, and he thought of the blood-colored silk threads that had been wrapped around the traces just now.

And he also heard the voice of the clouds just now, this trick seems to be called, caged bird?

Combining these two points, Tezuka probably guessed the essence of this trick.

“I think it’s not that the trail wants to block it, but the cloud let him block it.”

Tezuka spoke.

“Tezuka, what do you mean by that?”

The people of Himawada wondered why Tezuka said that.

“I also heard what Youyun said just now, the name of this trick is called the caged bird, I think, the trace department is also a last resort.”

Sakaki Taro said lightly, but his intertwined fingers showed that he was not calm in his heart.

“What?”

Hearing Sakaki Taro’s words, Himawatake and the others thought for a while, and finally reacted, and they all looked at the clouds on the field with wide eyes.

Caged bird? Manipulating someone else’s body? How could there be such a terrible trick?

They did guess that it was true, but this trick was even more terrifying than they thought.

The caged bird, everything belongs to its owner, like a toy in the eyes of Frandolu Scarlett, life and death are all between her thoughts.

On the pitch.

“Traces, serve.”

The sound of the clouds came into the ears of the traces.

Trace came back to his senses, looked at the clouds on the opposite side, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, raised his hand again, and sent the tennis ball out.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

The game went on, but the situation on the pitch was still one-sided.

0-40。

1-0。

2-0。

……

5-0。

40-0。

In less than 20 minutes, the trail has already lost 5 points in a row, and even the last point has reached the match point.

At this time, the traces had fallen to the ground, motionless.

“Stand up, Traces.”

Youyun said lightly.

Looking at the traces that fell to the ground, Youyun was unmoved, throwing a tennis ball and waving a racket.

Bang.

The tennis ball flew towards the traces that had reached the limit and completely lost the ability to resist.

How long has it been? How long has it been since I felt this familiar and unfamiliar feeling, this despair of being powerless to resist? How did you stand up at that time?

Trace’s mind began to recall images of life in England as a child.

Rumble.

Trace stood up, and a cold cold gleam flashed in his eyes.

Click, click, click.

The whole stadium seemed to be plunged into boundless darkness, and the only people who could see it clearly were themselves and their opponents.

In this dark stadium, beside the clouds, there are cold icicles.

“What happened?”

Himawari and the others looked at each other, not knowing why.

It is clear that the Ministry of Traces has already failed miserably, why did such a change occur at the last moment?

What are these icicles around the clouds?

“Was it successful?”

Looking at the icicles around him, the coldness and silence on Youyun’s face disappeared, and a smile reappeared.

Click.

A crisp voice sounded, and the icicles around the clouds all shattered.

The tennis ball crossed the side of the track and then flew off the court.

“The game is over, 6-0, the wind and clouds win.”

Shinobu pushed his glasses and announced the result.

“Congratulations, Traces.”

Youyun walked to the net and said to the traces.

“Huh.”

Jibu smiled, but didn’t say anything more.

He has truly reached his limit, and he doesn’t even have the strength to speak.

“Aren’t you guys coming here and carrying the traces out for a rest?”

Yukumo turned his head to look at Tezuka and Himawari and the others who had watched the whole scene outside the field and said.

“Well, here it is.”

Hearing the sound of the clouds, the people of Himawari were the first to react, and quickly entered the tennis court, cooperating with the Shinobu Yuji who came down from the referee’s bench to carry the trail to the side of the place dedicated to rest.

Tezuka took a deep look at the clouds and the trails, then turned and left to continue his training.

His face was as expressionless as ever, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Sakaki Taro’s face showed a happy look, the strength of the trace department increased again, and the Ice Emperor tennis department became stronger.

More importantly, he also had a general understanding of Youyun’s strength.

For this year’s national competition, he has become more and more looking forward to it.

(Thank you for a few big monthly passes, today Youxiang is desperately trying to add a change for everyone.) ）