Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

Unless the opponent's mental strength is so overwhelming that it can directly suppress his oppression and make his fourth talent ineffective.

Otherwise he could say with 100% confidence that Harmon was finished.

boom!

A bad racket can produce a kendo serve."

Yukimura could see that Nanchuan's ball control ability was becoming more and more terrifying. After just a few days here, he was able to achieve such a huge improvement. What did he experience?

Moreover, the tennis I played in the past was aimed at defeating the opponent, which was getting wilder and wilder! The tennis I played in China was still too restrained!

The tennis ball flew towards the rooftop which was one floor higher. Although its speed was obviously slower, its power remained the same.

However, the tennis ball hit the fence of the rooftop and failed to hit Harmon. Instead, it fell rapidly. Nanchuan frowned: "Mistake?"

Harmon served next, and what came back was still a stone. At that moment, he unexpectedly found that the pain in his injured arm seemed to be magnified. It hurt so much that he could hardly hold the racket with his right hand and lost the best hitting point.

With a bang, the tennis ball was hit back by him, but it still touched the fence and fell down at a high speed again. Harmon on the opposite side looked at him with a gloomy smile on his face.

The next few balls had the same result, and the pain in his left arm became more and more severe, causing him to break out in cold sweats.

"What's happening here?"

He turned his head and looked at his arm. Was the wound torn and starting to bleed again?

I didn't feel anything when I was beaten, why did it suddenly become like this now?

Chapter 114: Entering the Psychiatric Department! Tokugawa's Challenge

Nanchuan was unable to counterattack and score due to the severe pain, not to mention making Harmon lose the ability to counterattack, so he himself had problems first.

The appearance of this question was really strange, but he felt a real severe pain in his left arm.

The pain was so severe that it spread throughout his body, making it impossible for him to lift his right hand. He was completely unable to fight back against the stones that Harmon kept throwing at him.

"Are you going to fail?"

Nanchuan felt confused and lost. This was the third time he felt such a strong sense of failure.

The first time was when Yukimura Seiichi was deprived of his five senses.

The second time I felt this strong sense of failure was during the tiebreak against Shou Zhuo.

Nanchuan Fang Wan didn't expect that he was suffering from the terrible pain in his left arm.

Could it be that this guy already knew that his arm was injured, so he chose this time to challenge him?

"Nanchuan?"

"Nanchuan, wake up."

He suddenly heard Yukimura's shout."

Nanchuan was puzzled.

He remembered Yukimura Seiichi, who was clearly next to him.

Why does the sound seem to be getting farther away?

Wake up? What do you mean? He was just injured, not unconscious. The next second he heard Harmon's laughter from the other side.

And I also want to ridicule him:

"Nanchuan, how about it? Isn't the feeling of failure and despair fun? Isn't it painful?

Nanchuan frowned, but suddenly an idea came to his mind and he understood. He finally understood.

This is Harmon's tennis, right?

This was his mental tennis, which kept him trapped in the illusion of failure.

And he can also be sure that Harmon is about to be under high-risk oppression.

Then a smile appeared on his face and he burst into laughter.

Harmon rarely showed a different emotion. He shouted angrily, "What are you laughing at? You are about to lose and become a loser. Anyone who becomes my opponent will eventually lose the qualification to compete in despair, and you will be no exception!"

Nanchuan smiled but said nothing.

The reversal came quickly.

The next second, the intense pain in his left arm instantly subsided, and then he heard a painful cry coming from the rooftop opposite, and the pain in his body disappeared.

Nanchuan regained his strength and power, as well as the real world.

He looked up and saw Harmon opposite him, his body covered with wounds from being hit by stones one after another.

The most painful thing was not the wounds on his body, but the mental torture. He had fallen into a doubly desperate illusion.

He screamed in pain, unable to believe that he would lose to Nanchuan. However, he no longer had the courage to pick up the racket and fight back.

Falling into pain and despair, his mental strength suddenly collapsed and dissipated. At this moment, he no longer had the ability to continue fighting.

"He has lost the ability to play tennis."

Nanchuan heard Yukimura's words, and Nao was right beside him, not just a distant voice.

He had escaped from Harmon's illusion of failure and despair.

The wound on his left arm did not get worse, and he did not feel any pain in his entire body.

His tennis ball also didn't touch the railing and couldn't be hit back at Harmon.

It's all an illusion.

The one person who really fell into failure and despair was Peta Harmon.

It’s just that his spiritual tennis ability is to transfer this pain and despair to his opponent, creating an illusion.

Nan Chuan sighed: "If he can't bear it, then he will become a complete fool."

"Before, Atobe reminded him, and I also told him in advance that if you play this kind of tennis with me, you must be prepared to destroy yourself."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a bang from the opposite side, and Harmon fell to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

Nanchuan calmly took out his cell phone and called Becker and the others. As for his own talent level 4, he himself felt extremely strong. In this way, he, with his low mental power, was actually the biggest enemy of those with extremely high mental power.

Harmon is far from reaching the level of Yukimura Seiichi. He wanted to drag me into a desperate situation, but he couldn't drag me on for long. Then, I'm afraid he can't bear the oppression even more. "

He muttered to himself, the phone kept beeping but no one answered.

Harmon on the opposite side did not move.

He is afraid that he will never be able to pick up a racket again."

Nanchuan admitted that a player like Harmon could definitely reach a certain height, but it was a pity that he chose the wrong opponent.

Hey, Becker, come over here to collect the accounts now. Oh, I said it wrong. Come over here to see Harmon. Yes, he was defeated by me, and he may need to go to a psychiatric hospital—"

After making this call, Nanchuan asked people from the hospital to come and help. They sent Harmon directly to the emergency room and then transferred him to the psychiatric department.

Nanchuan handled the situation very calmly the entire time, leaving Yukimura standing by dumbfounded from beginning to end.

Then several guys showed up.

A group of guys with blond hair, red hair, brown hair, etc. came over, said something to Nanchuan, and then turned around and left.

When Nanchuan was about to leave, he remembered that there was another person on the rooftop.

"Oh, Yukimura, you're still here."

Yukimura:

"How's it going? Now that you've relaxed, you feel happier, right? Why don't you go back? Otherwise, the nurse won't be able to find you later."

Yukimura hummed, then said very seriously, "Nanchuan, you just said that using mental tennis on you is self-destruction.

But I will not give up on this kind of tennis, nor will I give up on my goal of beating you."

Hearing Yukimura say this, Nanchuan became interested;

So, has Yukimura found a direction for evolution?"

"Ah."

“Is it because of Harmon?”

"That's right. Anyway, Nanchuan, you should also be prepared to face my battle of revenge.

Nanchuan did not doubt Yukimura's passionate declaration.

He would not speak impulsively or say useless and arrogant words.

Since he said so, it means that he really got some inspiration from Harmon and is confident that he can evolve.

Nanchuan laughed excitedly and said:

Good, this means that I will have a stronger opponent, stronger than the previous Yukimura! This is what I pursue, otherwise, being invincible will be lonely! I also want to see how Yukimura can break my mental oppression. "

"Harmon's tennis will first make the opponent fall into despair and pain, intensifying the physical pain and the opponent's pain, so that the opponent will fall into a decadent consciousness that he cannot fight back and will inevitably fail, and thus he will no longer be able to pick up the racket to fight back. This is his terrifying side."

"So I'm curious about what Yukimura-san was inspired by. After all, destroying the five senses is already very powerful. It would be very interesting if we could see a tennis ball that is even more terrifying than destroying the five senses."

"However, you should first treat your illness. Without a healthy body as a foundation, everything else is just empty talk."

Yukimura nodded: "Don't worry, now that I'm here, I'm determined to defeat the disease and take revenge on you!"

Seeing Yukimura Seiichi's blood boiling again, Nanchuan just nodded. When he was about to leave, he suddenly heard the last voice:

"You destroyed Harmon?"

The voice was very calm, even ruthless and cold.

The two turned their heads to look over, and Nanchuan chuckled, "It turns out to be Tokugawa-senpai."

Tokugawa, who appeared on the opposite rooftop, where Harmon was just now, hummed in confusion, "Do you know me?"

"That's right. We just met a few days ago, and you injured Orson at that time."

He asked and answered his own questions, but looking at Nanchuan's eyes, they were very sharp and seemed not very friendly.

Nanchuan scratched his head: "If they weren't injured, then I would be the one injured. I won't be so stupid as not to fight back. Besides, this is underground tennis."

Tokugawa hummed: "I know, it's their own choice, but I'm more curious about your tennis."

Hearing that Tokugawa was curious about his tennis skills, Nanchuan took the opportunity to ask for a game.

But Tokugawa said:

'I don't have time at the moment, but I've made a note of it and will come to see you when I am free.'

After he finished speaking, he left. Before his figure completely disappeared, Nanchuan asked loudly again:

Mr. Tokugawa, why did you come to England?

Tokugawa paused, but he did not turn around, he responded;

"It's a personal matter, and I can't disclose it."

So, will you go to watch the U17 World Cup?

France is just across the English Channel. If they want to go there, it’s not far and very convenient.

Tokugawa gave him an unexpected answer: "It's not necessary."

"What does that mean?"

"What is unnecessary?"

Nanchuan returned to the castle to rest, repeatedly thinking about and pondering Tokugawa's words, but he still couldn't figure it out. He thought he would go to watch the World Cup, and if possible, he also wanted to go and see what was going on.

But so far, there is no published list of Spain's starting lineup, and he is really curious whether Medanore is injured at this time.

But think about it, this has nothing to do with me. Tokugawa has agreed anyway, and he will come to fight him when the time comes.

Since it was something he had promised, he believed that Tokugawa would not break his promise.

"Akutsu?"

He came to the next door and wanted to call Akutsu to go eat something together, but Atobe and the others were not there and he didn't know where they had gone.

Akutsu must have come back early in the morning. He received a commission these days, which is definitely enough for his mother to earn several years' salary from working in the coffee shop.

I can only say that playing underground tennis here does make money, but it also depends on your ability.