Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

As Minamikawa was determined to knock Yukimura's jacket off, Yukimura moved back and forth between the left and right courts and caught the spinning balls. Finally, his jacket fell to the ground as his shoulders and arms swung the racket more and more.

But this stalemate battle is not over yet.

There was still the sound of intense hitting of balls on the court.

"Sure enough, Yukimura's coat was knocked off by him." Sanada watched the game with a sullen face from beginning to end.

He believes that mental strength and ball skills are two different tracks. Just because Nanchuan defeated him twice in a row doesn't mean he can defeat Yukimura.

No matter how strong their skills are, if they meet Yukimura, who has extremely strong mental strength, they will feel an inexplicable sense of oppression, which will easily affect their mentality. What's more, Yukimura's skills are not bad at all.

But despite this, he was so nervous that his palms were sweating."

He knew too well how terrifying Nanchuan was. Even now Nanchuan hadn't given his all, and without taking it seriously, he had already relied on his determination and stability to suppress Yukimura's basic tennis.

So, Yukimura, hold on, take the lead and pull him into that empty, dark and silent world!

Sanada clenched his fists, his palms were already full of sweat.

But Nanchuan began to fight back and did not follow Yukimura's rhythm.

Bang title "15-30"

A beautiful smash quickly hit Yukimura's back and bounced out to score.

Yukimura bent down and picked up his coat without changing his expression. He glanced at the tennis ball that rolled out of bounds, threw the coat to Sanada outside the court, and continued to stand at the baseline.

"Interesting, it seems you've found your rhythm again."

Nanchuan hummed and said nothing.

Yukimura kept hitting back his tennis ball, and in the process of Yukimura hitting it back no matter how he hit it, he indeed felt a layer of oppression, which made him lose his rhythm.

However, he was determined to knock off Yukimura's coat. After getting the ball back, he finally found his own rhythm and gradually dissipated the invisible sense of oppression.

It’s really not easy.

Bang on tennis continues.

This time he held his breath, emptied himself, and even stopped himself from looking at Yukimura. All his attention was on tennis.

Bang "30-30"

“40-30″

"1-1, Hyotei wins this round!"

The quiet audience became noisy again.

"Bingdi must win, Nanchuan must win!"

Beichuan in front of the TV station let out a sigh of relief, "He is indeed my brother. I told you he can do it."

"Beichuan, let me remind you that it seems a bit difficult to win this round, so keep a good attitude."

"It's okay, he can do it!"

Zhi Taisan clenched his fist and said yes, "Did you see that? Did you see that? I said that Nanchuan was holding back his strength at the beginning. Seeing that his breathing was stable and he knew how to control his energy consumption, he still had a chance to win this match!"

"Not bad. You underestimated this kid. He seems to be the suppressed party, but you are right. So far, there are only a few drops of sweat on his forehead, and his breathing is relatively stable. He is really a hidden talent!"

"These two are just testing each other!"

Yukimura took out a tennis ball and slapped it: "So, is this the end of the test?"

Nanchuan smiled and said, "I should be the one asking you this."

'I can see that your mental strength is very low.

"So, are you going to take action?"

Yukimura said nothing.

No one knows what he is thinking now.

Even Sanada and Yanagi Renji, who knew him best, didn't know what he was thinking at this moment, because they had never seen him so emotionally empty and bottomless as he was now.

"Strange, it feels like Yukimura is under pressure." Yanagi Renji said.

Sanada sighed:

I can understand that. After all, before this, Yukimura had not lost a single point for a long time, but now he failed to break Minamikawa's serve.

Bang! Yukimura serves.

Still a perfect serve, perfect attack and return.

"15-15"

"30-30"

"40-40"

"2-1"

Like Yukimura, Nanchuan also let go of his emotions.

It's just that Yukimura's tennis has changed from being gentle to being more and more sharp.

With his mental strength low, he began to feel the vague sense of oppression looming around him again. Even if he let go of his emotions, he could still feel it.

Starting from his serve, the atmosphere in the stadium changed drastically.

Nanchuan put away his smile and ended the test."

He started holding the racket with both hands as the tennis ball hit him.

The racket in his hand was like a sharp sword, slashing at the tennis ball. "The Emperor's Thunderbolt Sword!"

At this moment Nanchuan smiled helplessly. When those who were bad at naming decided on this name, they didn't feel anything except that it sounded a bit childish.

Now, shouting out in the middle of this huge tennis court, I feel an inexplicable sense of shame!!

Watching the airflow created by the tennis ball flying past like countless sharp swords, Nanchuan vowed to evolve quickly and get a normal name!

Appeared! The Emperor's Thunderbolt Sword! "

Mito Ryo and the others even jumped up and shouted, completely unaware of the shocked expressions on the audience's faces at this second-year name.

“Kendo Tennis!”

Bang! The tennis ball fell to the ground and instantly broke into two halves.

"15-0"

The first ball was unable to catch the tennis ball that was split into two halves at the moment it bounced.

No matter how fast Yukimura moved, he would be blocked by the airflow like a sharp blade. He could only hit back half of the ball, but to no avail.

"This guy can even serve with kendo tennis, Genichirō, the kendo tennis he developed is more powerful than yours!" Yanagi Renji said. The corner of Sanada's mouth twitched. His kendo tennis can only return the ball now, and it has indeed not reached the level of serving.

And directly splitting the tennis ball in half requires even more terrifying arm strength and more skillful use of force.

I can only say that Nanchuan is indeed a kendo genius.

It's time to end it! Yukimura, use your ultimate move!"

Bang, bang "2-2"

Yukimura slowly walked towards the serving area, turned to look at Nanchuan, and murmured, "It's time to end? Is that so?

Just when everyone thought that Nanchuan's counterattack was successful and he was going to start suppressing Yukimura Seiichi's perfect tennis and start dominating tennis with a sword.

Nanchuan found that he could not cast the field or the phantom.

Can't play the Waltz series.

Can't beat Feng Lin.

All gone.

Because he found that his sense of touch had been deprived.

"boom!

"15-0"

"30-0"

"He didn't fight back? What happened in Nanchuan?"

"You seem to have no strength?"

'That shouldn't be the case. He doesn't look that exhausted.'

Bang! Yukimura's serve continues.

"Now, it should be hearing."

As he spoke lightly, after Nanchuan heard the last word, all the sounds in his ears suddenly stopped, everything became quiet and disappeared.

At this moment, he completely entered into a world of incomparable silence.

The people around him seemed to be discussing something, but he could not hear anything.

He saw the tennis ball hit right in front of him and there was nothing he could do.

Bang! Yukimura's serve came towards him again, neither too fast nor too slow.

"I think you won't be able to see anything from now on, right?"

The world suddenly became dark.

Silent, shadowless, and without any physical sense.

The tennis ball fell at Nanchuan's feet, then bounced up and fell down easily. It was just a very ordinary serve.

"40-0"

Everyone was silent, watching quietly, as if they had lost their words in shock. No one could say anything for most of the day. They had seen Yukimura's tennis, but had never seen him start counterattacking when his opponent was about to!

Beichuan stood up suddenly: "No, Xiaonan has lost her hearing, vision and touch. This is even more outrageous than visual induction. How did Yukimura Seiichi do it?!"

Zhi Taizo also opened his mouth wide, looking at Nanchuan who had completely lost his direction and perception in the court, and said in shock, "My goodness! Deprived of the five senses? Why so suddenly?"

"It was Nanchuan who won the serve in the last game, and the score was already 2-2. He was not at a disadvantage!"

The others also scratched their heads: "We don't know about this either. We've only seen people who play this kind of tennis before, such as Fuwa Iron Man and Shiba Taizo, whom you also know, but his is the power of his eyes, and there's also the pressure of the moonlight's eyes. As for someone like Yukimura Seiichi, we really haven't come into contact with him."

"So how did he trigger this? How did Nanchuan, who was clearly not at a disadvantage and could still fight back, get deprived of this advantage?"

on site.

Sanada outside the field breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Yukimura's five senses of fire were triggered and the opponent entered that terrible world, he believed that the opponent would be dead!

No one can escape from Yukimura's destroyed five senses, and escape from that terrible world.

He can't, and Yanagi Renji can't.

He believed that Nanchuan, who had low mental strength, was even less capable of this!

As long as we pull him into that endless, silent, dark world, the game will be decided.

"I almost thought that Nanchuan's counterattack had caused the five senses to be unable to be triggered."

“Now it’s finally here.

"Nanchuan is dead!"

But Yanagi Renji was not so enthusiastic. He quickly calculated and analyzed, and finally asked calmly:

"The triggering condition of Jingshi's five senses destruction is most likely the pressure from the opponent himself, so what is the pressure of Nanchuan?"

"I always feel like something is wrong."

Chapter 89 Trigger: Talent Four

What exactly was wrong, Yanagi Renji didn't know.

But these words did calm down Sanada's enthusiasm.

His brows furrowed again.

After being abused and crushed by Minamikawa twice in a row, Sanada was certainly not blind enough to think that Yukimura could definitely crush Minamikawa.