No matter the posture or expression was the same as his own, Qianshi felt a little dazed.
"Bang." The tiger cannon hit the racket, and the force of the feedback made him change color.
"It turns out that the tiger cannon is so powerful!"
Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of the net.
"I'm really lucky today!" With laughter, Fake Qianshi's eyes suddenly became sharp and he pulled out his racket in the air.
"boom."
Tennis balls exploded in half court on the other side of Sengoku.
"15-0."
"Whoops." Qianshi squinted his eyes and looked at the ball that rolled out of bounds. Get ready again.
The strength of the counterfeit Qianshi on the opposite side is too close to his own, and he also knows his own attack methods very well. If he relaxes even a little bit, he will lose the ball.
"Tiger Cannon!" The tennis ball pierced the air, causing a stinging cry.
"Crack!" When the tennis ball hit Qianshi's racket, the terrifying spin and force made Qianshi grit his teeth.
“It would be so embarrassing if we lose to the impostor!!”
His arm trembled slightly, and he subconsciously grabbed the racket with his left hand, holding the racket with both hands to compete with the tiger cannon.
"Boom!" The tennis ball flew backwards with a terrifying cyclone, but Qianshi's face was ugly: "Oops, it seems to be entering the net."
"Ta." What's interesting is that the tennis ball hit the top of the net, cushioned it for a while, changed direction and rushed towards the front half of the fake Qianshi.
"15-15."
"Ah hahaha, I'm so lucky today." Seeing the score, Qianshi wiped it and said with a smile.
It was as if the previous haze had been swept away.
The game immediately entered a strange rhythm.
The two Qianshi are evenly matched and occasionally rely on luck to score points.
It is no exaggeration to say that more tennis balls are touched in one match than in all other matches combined in one day.
"Help, what kind of game is this?" Ten minutes later, some spectators were already complaining.
Although Qianshi's level was good and he played well, this game was a bit long and stinky. After more than ten minutes, the score was only 4-3.
This will last until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.
"The one that concerns me more is Jindailan. His skills are very strong. This time, the return of the blade is a bit too ordinary, which is contrary to the aura of the phantom I saw before." Liu Renji's eyes Always squinting, he turned his head to look at Qian and communicate with him.
"This Gui Ren is not just as simple as creating Qian Shi in the parallel world. There must be something fishy in it."
"Data collection is complete." At this moment, he kept holding his chest. Jindai Lan, who had closed his eyes to rest his mind, suddenly opened his eyes.
Then, Pseudo Qianshi's body squirmed, as if something was trying to get out.
"Bang." An exquisite Q-version Qianshi doll fell to the ground.
Such a strange scene stunned everyone.
"The characteristic of the evil concubine is that she plays with life in the palm of her hand, so her ability is not just to copy an identical person."
"Buzz." In Qianshi's shocked eyes, a glowing insect suddenly appeared from behind him, fluttered its wings and landed in Jindai's hand.
The magnetic voice of Jindailan sounded: "The spirit recording bug can attach to other individuals and collect complete combat data of their opponents. In the previous games, the little guy worked hard to collect your intelligence. However, maybe it's because you are too Fortunately, the progress of intelligence collection is at least fifty percent slower than normal."
With a soft sound, Kamidaoran crushed the spirit-recording insect with a smile.
"After the data is collected, a controller will be created. This is the most dangerous ability of the evil concubine. It creates a doll that is connected to your five senses. No matter what kind of damage the doll suffers, it will be fed back to you in the form of a percentage. .”
"When you are in a lucky game, you don't know that victory is getting further and further away from you."
"When a doll is created, it also means that you are like a puppet on strings, controlling your destiny."
“This is what it truly means to have your life in the palm of your hand.”
Kamidaoran slowly stepped forward, picked up the Qianshi doll, and gently poked the doll's arm.
At the same time, Qianshi covered his right arm in pain with a look of horror on his face.
"I actually feel pain in my arm?! Is it true that this doll is connected to me as he said?"
How could tennis be related to these weird things?
Isn’t tennis just tennis?
Qianshi wanted to laugh loudly at Jindailan, but the pain on his arm was so real.
He was silent, even feeling fear in his heart.
The format of the game suddenly became a little strange.
"Agan, can this be explained scientifically?" Kikumaru, who was afraid of ghosts, covered his shoulders, couldn't help but shiver, and asked stutteringly.
It's obviously hot summer, but everyone has a biting expression.
"Well, there are no ghosts in this world."
"If the hand holding your glasses didn't shake, maybe I would really believe it."
"This is definitely the same mental skill as Yukimura. He established a mental connection through previous fights, and then created this nihilistic but seemingly existing doll. When Jindai attacks the doll, Sengoku, who has been mentally controlled, will feel the same pain. ." Liu Rener, who was in the spectator seat, said.
"Eh? Is this still possible?" Marui Bunta looked confused.
Most of the Rikkai Shosho Selection members have come to the scene to watch, and the strange scenes they have seen so far make them all feel afraid of facing Yukimura.
However, the five senses are still much better than this so-called baby's ball skills.
"Have you ever heard of mental suggestion? Put a person in a completely dark room, turn on the faucet, and tell him that he has cut his wrist. He will bleed to death. As a result, even if his hand is intact, his body will show signs of He looks weak due to excessive blood loss, and the same goes for this kid’s soccer skills.”
"If you want to defeat the Age of Gods, you must get rid of spiritual suggestions."
"Tiger Cannon!" The tennis ball flew towards Qianshi like a shock wave.
"Are you kidding, what a kid, this is tennis, not a supernatural show." Unwilling, Qianshi stepped forward with crazy eyes. While exerting force on his feet, he bulged his arm muscles and waved.
This was his swing full of unwillingness and anger, and his movements were slightly deformed.
"Ha." At the same time, Kamishiro Lan squeezed the doll's right hand.
Severe pain penetrated Qianshi's head, causing him to loosen his right hand, the racket fell to the ground, and the tennis ball flew out at his feet.
Qianshi covered his right arm, his pupils filled with disbelief and bottomless fear.
"My hands really hurt! Are my five senses really connected to the doll?"
"Game, 5-3, Fudomine Kamishiro Blue is in the lead."
When the venue was exchanged, Qianshi dodged Kamidai Lan a little, and it was obvious that fear arose in his heart.
"Qianshi." Kamidaoran suddenly said: "Luck is just a bonus to basic strength. If you rely too much on luck, you will be manipulated like this doll."
Kamishiro Ai shook the doll, and Qianshi's legs weakened and fell to the ground.
Thank you everyone for the reward. Judging from the current situation, the subscription should be stable. I don’t know if there is a chance for 2000. I will report the results tomorrow.
(End of chapter)
