Chapter 303: The Composition of the Five Senses
"Sure enough, Senior Mori is also related to Kamishiro." The regular students of Rikkai University looked at each other, all of them showing solemnity.
"Stronger than Senior Mori, it seems that Kamishiro's strength is stronger than we expected." Yanagi Renji said in a deep voice.
You have to know that Mori Jusaburo is a high school student.
The body is in the process of development at this stage, so improvements in all aspects of attributes, such as strength and speed, should not be underestimated.
It can be said that high school is also a stage when a tennis player's strength takes off.
Even if he is only one year older, his strength can improve by leaps and bounds.
Even national-level players can only be considered very good when compared to high school students, but there is still a big gap between them and the top players in the first tier.
"So strong." Yukimura Seiichi looked at the rolling tennis ball, frowned slightly, and actually felt a little pressure in his heart, but his rich tennis experience and good character allowed him to remain calm.
For him, the game has just begun.
"Swish." Seiichi Yukimura threw the ball up, and when it reached the top and fell, he stood on tiptoe and slammed the tennis racket down hard.
Losing points before a tug-of-war is a big test of one's mentality.
"Swish." Facing the tennis ball flying in the air, Son of God jumped up nimbly and swung the racket hard at the tennis ball above his head.
Seiichi Yukimura is very mysterious, even many regular players don't know Yukimura's true strength.
"The mark requires less counterattacks." The Son of God's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes deep.
"Eight steps, seven steps, seven steps... Well, there's something wrong." Yukimura Seihachiro ran to the landing point, twisted his body, and hit the tennis ball back, but doubts arose in his heart.
"Bang." With a tennis ball exploding in the backcourt, Son of God City lost points again.
"It's wrong. If that's the case, then even Senior Maori is not good at dealing with it." Yagyu continued to riddle: "And did they notice that it took Senior Maori longer to score?"
"Swish." But there was no time to think, because the Son of God had not finished his active attack. His figure instantly appeared behind the net and blocked the tennis ball with his racket.
"That's not enough." Yukimura Seihachiro still used a standard forehand shot, but mistakenly hit the ball at a tricky angle near the feet of God's Child.
My performance was not outstanding yet, but with the opponent's more outstanding seventh dimension, scoring was almost possible.
"So fast!!" The onlookers' eyes narrowed. In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball had already fallen to the ground and bounced back.
"It can be done right away." Yukimura looked at Tang Xingshu Hachiro quietly, with a gleam of safety in his eyes.
The Son of God was completely nervous after the loss of the city, and his expression gradually froze.
Liu Lianqi showed a somewhat puzzled expression.
Yukimura Seihachiro planted his feet firmly on the ground and swung out with his left hand.
Now, Liu Lianqi has no deeper understanding of the Child of God City.
I stood on tiptoe and clasped my left hand.
"What? It must be just like that, but you can't even get one point." Yukimura Seihachiro said fiercely.
"30-0."
"Oh no! Yukimura has ended his retreat." Yanagi Renshichi's eyes lit up.
After a series of rounds, the opponent took the lead again.
My movements and the way I ran seemed pretty much the same as before.
"Also, the psychological implications of the skill also need to be developed based on the opponent's physical condition. If the opponent's body suddenly changes, this should have a certain impact."
"That's amazing. Senior Mori actually hit the ball all the way near Yukimura's feet. The angle at which the ball bounces will make Yukimura very happy. Senior Mori's ball control is even better." Yanagi Ren Nanami couldn't help but admire.
Tang Xingshu's image as a powerful person showed no signs of collapse after that match.
Although it was fleeting, I vaguely knew that it was an illusion.
"The mental suggestion is becoming weaker. If you keep going up like that, you might lose your vision." Yukimura Seihachiro blinked hard, and his vision, which was originally not blurred, became solid.
Tang Xingshushi, who had been almost always on the defensive, now seemed to have taken the initiative in the game.
“40-15.”
"How come the minister is such a complete rival?" The special members of Rikkai Kōjō were inevitably a little anxious.
"Bang." A new fight began.
From beginning to end, my counterattacks were so weak.
"30-0."
"40-0."
On the contrary, Yukimura Seihachiro ended up becoming passive.
"Very boring ball skills." Hearing this, Tokugawa Kazuya's eyes flickered: "Yes, he can definitely suppress the opponent from beginning to end, so the hypnosis should not be so difficult to take effect."
"Bang." The tennis ball drew an arc and fell in front of Tang Xingshu City.
After fighting back once again, Yukimura Seihachiro suddenly felt a little confused in his vision.
"Sure enough, I need to use the counterattack to plant the seeds of the spirit, and then at a critical point, the spiritual suggestion will explode."
"Does it look like you're getting serious?"
"Is that hypnosis?"
Mao Lishu, who is known as the junior high school tennis world, does not have such ability.
"Swish." The tennis ball flew out at an angle, leaving a shallow scratch on the ground.
"Game, 1-0, Yukimura Seihachiro is leading."
Mao Li Shou, who was able to control his opponent, eventually made anyone who competed with him lose everything.
The tennis ball suddenly burst out with amazing power and flashed past Yukimura Seihachiro's backcourt.
"It's over. Yukimura's sense of destruction." Yanagi Renshichi nodded: "Use the mental suggestion and hypnosis to score points, so as to put mental pressure on the opponent and deprive the opponent of the seven senses first. That is not Yukimura's sense of destruction."
"So fast, worthy of Yukimura, the speed of this serve is probably almost catching up with the soul-piercing serve. Even if it's not as fast, it won't be too far behind. Yukimura's foundation is also incredibly solid." Yanagi Renji narrowed his eyes.
I started the serve again.
When the tennis ball bounces, the Son of God needs to expend a certain amount of physical strength and energy to fine-tune his posture.
"Swish." The tennis ball made a sound of breaking wind and turned into a beam of light and flew towards the other half of the court of Yukimura Seihachiro.
"15-0."
That reminds me of the information about the City of Child of God.
“40-0.”
"That Yukimura is bad and weird." Tokugawa Kazuya also vaguely realized that something was wrong, but he still said he would come down.
"Is the mental ball skill coming to an end?" Tang Xingshu Hachiro hit the tennis ball back. As his eyes moved, he felt the muscles in his arm stiffen slightly.
"He's using his time slowly. The match has just ended." Yanagi Renshichi said calmly, "Yukimura has yet to show his true strength."
"In just one year, the data that Maori has shown so far is not far ahead of mine one year later."
"Senior lost points!! The Minister's counterattack is about to end!"
Under the fierce attack of Yukimura Seihachiro, Karayuki Shuichi kept losing points.
At present, the situation off the court has changed very little.
The two of them immediately started to pull each other easily.
Looking at Yukimura Seihachiro's calm expression, God's Child narrowed his eyes, and the cold blood in his heart suddenly stopped boiling.
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