Chapter 107 Your Fate is Like a Doll (First Order)
Both the posture and expression were the same as his own, and Qianshi was a little dazed.
"Bang." The tiger cannon hit the racket, and the feedback force made him change color.
"It turns out the Tiger Cannon is so powerful!"
Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of the net.
"I'm really lucky today!" Along with laughter, the fake Senshi's eyes suddenly became sharp and he pulled out the racket in the air.
"Bang."
The tennis ball exploded on the other side of Qianshi's half of the court.
"15-0."
"Huff." Qianshi squinted his eyes and looked at the ball that rolled out of bounds. Assume ready position again.
The strength of the fake Sengoku on the opposite side is too close to his own, and he is also very clear about his attack methods. If he relaxes a little, he will lose the ball.
"Tiger Cannon!" The tennis ball cut through the air, making a stinging sound.
"Crack!" When the tennis ball hit Qianshi's racket, the terrifying rotation and force made Qianshi grit his teeth.
"It would be so embarrassing if I lost to a fake one!!"
His arms trembled slightly, and his left hand subconsciously grabbed the racket, using a two-handed holding posture to compete with the tiger cannon.
"Boom!" The tennis ball flew backwards with a terrifying cyclone, but Qianshi looked grim: "Oh no, it looks like it's going into the net."
"Bang." Interestingly, the tennis ball hit the top of the net, cushioned for a moment, and then changed direction and rushed towards the front half of the pseudo-Sengoku.
"15-15."
"Hahaha, I'm so lucky today." Seeing the score, Qianshi wiped it and said with a smile.
It was as if the previous haze had been swept away.
The game then entered a strange rhythm.
The two Sengoku were evenly matched, and occasionally scored points by luck.
It is no exaggeration to say that the ball is touched more times in one game than in all other games in a day.
"Help, what kind of game is this?" After more than ten minutes, some viewers had already started complaining.
Although Senshi's level was good and the fight was evenly matched, the match was really long and boring. After more than ten minutes, the score was only 4-3.
This will take a long time.
"The one that concerns me more is Kamishiro Lan. His skills are very strong. His Return to Blade this time was a bit too mediocre. It was inconsistent with the momentum of the phantom I saw before." Yanagi Renji's eyes were always narrowed into slits. He turned his head to look at Gan and communicate with him.
"This return of the blade is definitely not as simple as the Sengoku that created a parallel world. There must be something fishy going on."
"Data collection is complete." At this moment, he was holding his chest. Shen Dailan, who had his eyes closed to rest, suddenly opened them.
Afterwards, the fake Sengoku's body squirmed as if something wanted to get out.
"Pah." An exquisite Q-version Sengoku doll fell to the ground.
Such a strange scene stunned everyone.
"The characteristic of the Evil Concubine is that she can play with life at will, so her ability is definitely not just to copy an identical person."
"Buzz." Under Qianshi's shocked gaze, a glowing insect suddenly emerged from behind him, flapped its wings and landed in Shendai's hand.
Kamishiro Lan's magnetic voice sounded: "The soul-recording bug can attach itself to other individuals and collect the complete combat data of their opponents. In the previous match, the little guy worked very hard to collect intelligence on you. However, perhaps because you are too lucky, the progress of collecting intelligence is at least 50% slower than normal."
With a slight sound, Kamishiro Lan smiled and crushed the soul-recording bug.
"After completing the data collection, a controller will be created. This is the most dangerous ability of the Evil Concubine. It will create a doll that is connected to your five senses. No matter what kind of damage the doll suffers, it will be fed back to you in the form of a percentage."
“When you are playing a lucky game, you don’t realize that victory is getting further and further away from you.”
"When a doll is created, it also means that you are like a puppet, and your fate is controlled by it."
"This is what it means to...play with your life."
Kamishiro Lan slowly walked forward, picked up the Sengoku doll, and gently poked the doll's arm.
At the same time, Qianshi covered his right arm in pain, with a look of horror on his face.
"I actually felt pain in my arm?! Is it true, as he said, that this doll has a connection with me?"
How could tennis be related to these weird things?
Isn’t tennis just tennis?
Sengoku wanted to laugh loudly at Kamishiro Lan, but the pain in his arm was so real.
He was silent, and even felt fear in his heart.
The format of the game suddenly became a little weird.
"Ah... Ah Gan, can this... this be explained by science?" Kikumaru, who was afraid of ghosts, covered his shoulders, shivered involuntarily, and asked stutteringly.
Although it is the middle of summer, everyone has a chilly expression.
"Uh...there are no ghosts in this world."
"If your hand wasn't shaking while you were adjusting your glasses, maybe I would have really believed it."
.......
"This is definitely the same mental skill as Yukimura's. A mental connection was established through previous fights, and then this illusory but seemingly existing doll was created. When Kamishiro attacks the doll, Sengoku, who has been mentally controlled, will feel the same pain." Yanagi Renji said in the spectator seats.
"Eh? Is this still possible?" Marui Bunta looked confused.
Most of the regular players from Rikkai University have already arrived to watch the game. The strange scenes they have seen so far have made them feel a sense of fear about facing Yukimura.
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