Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

Even though his teammate Yukimura was temporarily in the lead, he couldn't feel happy in his heart.

Because Nanchuan hasn't done his best yet.

"3-3"

"4-3"

Nanchuan still used the zero serve and scored quickly.

It seemed that the two of them were about to continue pulling each other like this.

Nanchuan began to make trouble.

The surrounding air currents began to form vortices.

"No, he's expanded his domain."

"Once the field is unfolded, the real tennis ball will automatically return to him."

"He doesn't even need to judge which of these tennis balls is real!"

The faces of the people from Rikkai University turned ugly again. They almost forgot that Nanchuan knew so many skills. It seemed that no matter what kind of tennis the opponent played, he could always come up with a countermeasure skill card.

boom!

The tennis ball really returned to his territory automatically, within one step of him, allowing him to hit it back.

Yukimura frowned.

It's not like he hadn't thought about using the domain against him.

But his layout was so colorful that it confused his vision and made it impossible for him to see clearly.

When he saw it clearly again, even though the tennis ball was in front of him, he had already missed the best opportunity to hit back.

But now it seems that Nanchuan's eyesight is even worse than he imagined.

boom!

The tennis ball was successfully returned by Nanchuan.

"Yukimura, you probably don't know that our Hyotei's training includes a rather perverted content, which is the training on dynamic vision and obstructed vision."

"30-30"

Yukimura was not convinced and continued to hit dazzling serves.

Nanchuan was still able to successfully play tennis amidst the stimulation of the dazzling lights.

"Hyodei's vision training includes the ability to adapt to light and darkness."

Atobe said proudly outside the field.

"So this little bit of dazzling color is not unbreakable for Nanchuan."

Although not to the level of ignoring these dazzling colors like others.

Atobe had to admit that facing Yukimura's serve, he was not very confident that he could return the ball 100%.

But facing such tennis, coupled with the role of the field, Nanchuan can succeed.

And it was indeed successful.

"The only thing to blame is that his current opponent is Nanchuan."

boom!

"5-4!"

Nan quickly took the match to his own deciding game.

He looked at Yukimura who was panting opposite him. He was very worried about Yukimura's strength, as if he was stuck and couldn't perform to his full potential.

Just like the colorful serve just now, he can actually reach a higher height.

It’s not that he hasn’t practiced well, but now he’s already panting and sweating profusely before he can even put it into practice.

Chapter 160 Public Opinion: The Fall of the Son of God

Nanchuan saw it, and he snorted, “I remember that although your illness has not been completely cured, the probability of recurrence is extremely low. As long as it does not recur, it will not affect your tennis playing much.”

"But you are now experiencing a huge problem of physical exhaustion, which means that your evolved colorful serve consumes a lot of physical energy.

Plus, you cracked my sword tomb, so you are already at the edge of your physical limit, right? "

If Yukimura, who didn't destroy his five senses, fought other opponents, he might be able to win easily.

But in this case, his tennis ball is very powerful, and it takes more strength to return his tennis ball. Yukimura's current shortcomings have been exposed.

"You actually saw through me."

Yukimura gave a wry smile, but quickly covered it up.

He said expressionlessly:

"But it doesn't affect my counterattack. I won't let you succeed!

“Catch the ball!”

boom!

The game continues.

Everyone in the audience watched in silence. The hearts of the people at Rikkai University were on edge, and their palms were sweating badly.

The score between the two sides is now 2:1. This crucial game is still the deciding game for Nanchuan.

This means that Rikkai University has almost no chance of winning.

Last year, the situation was like this, and this year it is still the same. A familiar feeling of despair suddenly surged up.

"It would be useless even if he used his five senses. Once he used it, he would die faster in this match."

When Sanada came back from the infirmary, he saw this scene and his face looked extremely ugly.

His current mentality is not optimistic, and for the first time he even had the thought that Yukimura is bound to lose.

This made him panic.

The players from Rikkai University shouldn't have this kind of mentality. Bang!

At this time, Nanchuan found that this game was boring.

Apart from breaking his swordsmanship and hitting an evolved colorful serve, Yukimura didn't give him any other big surprises.

But for a sick person, this is already very powerful.

For Nanchuan, it's time to end this kind of tennis.

boom!

Yukimura's still perfect tennis ball hit him. "It's useless. No matter how perfect the tennis ball is, it can't resist my destruction!"

boom!

When his racket touched the tennis ball.

The tennis ball suddenly glowed, and the entire court was enveloped in a blinding light.

“Oh my god, his tennis ball and racket are glowing!”

“I can’t see tennis anymore.”

"This kind of tennis is so weird."

"How did he do that?"

Yukimura was blinded by the sudden glare, and before he could react, the tennis ball had already flown past his ear, causing a burst of thermal air.

With a bang, the sound of a violent ball hitting the ground resounded throughout the stadium.

Both Yukimura and the referee felt the sudden vibration under their feet.

Wait until the light fades and the dust settles.

An even more shocking scene appeared before my eyes.

Everyone was stunned and speechless for a long time.

Behind Yukimura was a big hole created by a tennis ball.

The cracks spread all the way to Yukimura's feet.

What the hell is going on? The court is damaged?"

"A glowing tennis ball? Is that real?"

'How did you do that?'

"Just by listening to the sound of the ball hitting the ground, you can tell how terrible it smells. Yukimura Seiichi is completely finished this time.

"Nanchuan won't give me a chance, he wants to end the battle quickly!"

"So, what exactly is this tennis ball?"

"Who knows."

'Referee, is it time to announce the score?'

Nanchuan reminded the referee, and judging from his expression, he must be very satisfied with his performance just now.

"O-15"

The referee wiped the sweat off his face.

Having been a referee for junior high school tennis for several years, he was amazed every time he came across Hyotei's game, but as a referee for Nanchuan, he was sometimes frightened.

The tennis ball just now was clearly meant to destroy.

As a referee, I could see clearly from the side that if Yukimura Seiichi received the ball, he might be knocked out.

The fact that a tennis ball can make a hole when it hits the ground is enough to illustrate the problem.

The people of Bingdi were also shocked by this goal.

Atobe snorted:

"He used to practice with a cross racket in order to play this kind of destructive tennis."

"As expected of Nanchuan, he really succeeded."

Akutsu: "Destruction? Interesting."

He was very interested in this kind of tennis and even secretly wanted to ask for advice.

At this time, Yukimura looked back at the tennis ball and the damaged court behind him, and then looked at Nanchuan.

He smiled bitterly and said:

"You, have you learned a new skill?"

"Yeah." Nanchuan nodded: "I've been practicing for a long time, but it's not completely finished yet. But if I can use it to win the game in this last round, that's not a problem."

'Yukimura, you are no match for me right now. You need to work harder. Otherwise, if we meet again on the court, I will find our match very boring.'

Yukimura's expression turned very ugly: "You are still so arrogant. The game is not over yet. Aren't you too proud too early?"

boom!

Yukimura continued to serve.

"That's too few. Do you want to try practicing with ten balls?"

Nanchuan raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a confident smile.

He stepped forward and hit the glowing tennis ball again. "Here it comes! Another glowing tennis ball!"

I didn’t see his speed even at such a close distance!”

'The Son of God is going to catch the ball.'

"Can I catch it? I feel it's too dangerous."

Yukimura was already prepared to catch the ball.