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"Shadow clone? That's just fancy talk!"

Off the field.

Sanada said coldly.

With just this little trick, not only Yukimura, but even he could easily see through it. The other party seemed to be using Japanese culture to influence Yukimura's heart, but in fact, he was just a clown who was trying to attract attention.

"really."

Tachibana, Chitose and the others also nodded.

In this world, there has never been a so-called art of clones. It is similar to that, the ability to reach the level of true "clone" is also the more top-level ability of the Avalokitesvara and Alaya consciousness.

The performance of this junior high school student on the French team was really too clumsy.

"This serve."

at the same time.

The shadow clones around him kept disappearing, and finally only the real Duolong was left. He raised his head and looked at the boy opposite him with a serious look: "He is not kidding!"

He could clearly sense the extremely strong sense of oppression emanating from the other party.

"call."

Duolong took a deep breath to relieve some of the pressure, then took a serious attitude to receive the ball: "Go on."

"it is good."

Yukimura nodded.

Then he changed his serving position, and after arriving at the left side of the court, he tossed the ball, raised his hand, and swung the racket in one go.

Bang!

The crisp sound stirred.

A light yellow trajectory was reflected, and the speed of the ball was not reduced at all compared to before.

"Well come."

Having suffered a loss once, Duolong was more cautious this time. He tried his best to see the trajectory of the tennis ball, quickly turned sideways and swung the racket, and at the moment the tennis ball bounced off the ground, he quickly hit it with the racket.

Bang!

The crisp sound of hitting the ball sounded.

The tennis ball flew back quickly, and the landing point was very tricky. It can be seen that this was Doron's counterattack.

Bang!

however.

Yukimura calmly swung his racket and the tennis ball shot out again. Under the shocked eyes of the French players, it accurately hit the sideline on the other side.

"30-0."

Doron failed to catch up with the tennis ball.

He clearly felt that his body could not keep up with the speed of the tennis ball. This feeling was like a rusty old car being powerless in front of a supercar.

"Sure enough, the sequelae of the seal are still too great."

The boy sighed inwardly.

But then, he pulled himself together, stood on the bottom line again, and took a defensive stance.

"This guy has quite a bit of fighting spirit."

Sanada raised his eyebrows lightly.

If it were a player with average willpower, he would probably collapse under the pressure of Yukimura's two goals. But this guy who looked flamboyant was very tenacious.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

but.

Although Doron seemed tough, he was no match for Yukimura. He fought hard, but he could only last a few more rounds before being suppressed by Yukimura.

Bang!

Suddenly.

The tennis ball hits the ground.

It fell from Doron's backhand side and bounced out under his shocked gaze.

"Another line-pressing shot?"

Under the ninja's mask, the boy's face was filled with shock.

This made him feel the same pressure as when he faced the top high school students of the French team.

"No!"

Duolong thought to himself: "Even Senior Bart and Senior Moro probably can't reach this level."

It's not just his skills, but more of his calm aura. Facing this young man, Duolong always feels an indescribable pressure.

This made him a little shaken.

But then, Doron's eyes became firm again.

"The game has just begun. Even the strongest people have emotions. As long as you seize the opponent's emotional weakness, you can turn defeat into victory."

This is Doron's tactic.

No one, including Barthes, Moreau, Delacroix, Georges, and the French prince Charudaru, could escape his secret tricks.

In the entire French team, only the main player Camus could block Doron's spiritual secrets.

But no matter how you look at it, this junior high school student named Yukimura Seiichi could never reach Camus' spiritual level.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The game continues.

Yukimura, who showed amazing skills and decisiveness, completely suppressed Doron. In a blink of an eye, he won five games in a row.

Bang!

Yukimura takes action.

The tennis ball was accurately pressed at the junction of the baseline and the sideline.

"hiss"

Under the shocked gaze of the French players, the tennis ball flew over the tip of Doron's racket, which was stretched as far as possible.

"The first set is over."

On the high chair, the referee said loudly: "Japan's Yukimura wins, the score is 6-0!"

"it turns out."

The French fans were bewildered.

No one expected that the French team, ranked third in the world in strength, would suffer an unprecedented defeat in singles 3.

0-6!

The boy dressed as a ninja didn't even get 1 point.

"As expected of Minister Yukimura!"

In the stands, Qi Yuanze said with awe on his face.

Yagyu, Marui and others beside him nodded with emotion. Before Ishikawa appeared, Yukimura was a legend in junior high school tennis.

They still remember that when he first joined Rikkai University, people who knew him called him "Son of God." But at that time, others just thought it was ridiculous.

For a kid in the first grade of junior high school, it is really crazy to give himself such a nickname.

however.

As Yukimura challenged the team's senior players one by one and defeated them, no one doubted his ability. From then on, until he met Ishikawa, Yukimura won all the games in the junior high school league and never let his opponent get a single point.

Now, seeing the morning sun shining on Yukimura, who seemed to be bathed in divine light, they seemed to see the "Son of God" from that year!

"Doron."

During the break, Camus glanced at his teammates and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Me? Of course."

The young man took off his ninja mask, revealing his white teeth, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, commander. The enemy has fallen into my trap."

The so-called crushing defeat was just his trick. Duolong believed that once he used his secret technique, the situation of the game would change drastically.

"Well, I believe you."

Camus patted the other person's shoulder and said comfortingly.

Although he had doubts in his heart, Camus knew that now was not the time to discourage the other party. Moreover, he was quite confident in Duolong's secret skills.

"The second set begins."

After a short break, the two returned to the court. The referee on the high chair said loudly: "Japan's Yukimura serves, the game is over!"

Bang!

Immediately.

A serve as sharp as the wind was fired.

Seeing this, Sanada's eyes trembled slightly. Yukimura's current strength, even if he didn't deliberately use his skills, the speed of the tennis ball he hit was already faster than his speed.

Bang!

but.