"Why did Shuji's body suddenly stop in place and let the tennis ball fly by?" Daqu Ryuuji lost his voice.
"What a weird first explanation. Is Shuuji's body controlled? Didn't Ji Mie Mu have an effect?" Watanabe scratched his head in confusion.
"Before the tennis ball fell into the racket, Shuji's body couldn't move. Is it a mental skill? No, it shouldn't be. I didn't feel any mental fluctuations." Mitsugaya Akuto's brows were furrowed and his mind was racing. Turn.
"From the current point of view, there is no skill that can break the blockade of Tsumugi, unless Kamidai Blue's skill blocks Shuji's body in advance before it takes effect. Then the question is, how is this skill achieved?" Mitsuya Akuto's expression became more and more confused.
The reason why Kimetsumu is powerful is because the power of similar rules is not only on the racket, but also around Shuji Tanegashima's body. As long as the opponent's tennis ball enters a certain range, it will lose its original spin and power.
But at present, it seems that the opponent's skill bypasses Mitsumu and affects Shuji Tanegashima directly.
"This can be regarded as a different kind of self-destruction." After making a preliminary guess, Mitsuya Akuto couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and his expressionless face changed slightly.
"Whoops."
Shuji Taneshima slapped the tennis ball and suppressed his restless heart.
A qualified tennis player should not have any mood swings due to temporary losses.
Because this is likely to expose flaws and lead to a direct collapse.
I understand the truth.
But it is difficult to implement.
How could one remain indifferent in the face of such bizarre skills?
"Uh-huh." Shuji Taneshima threw the ball and stared intently at Kamishiro Ai, as if he wanted to see the opponent's changes every second.
"Bang." The tennis ball turned into a beam of light and headed towards Kamidaoran.
Kamishiro Ai took a step back, turned his body sideways, and used a standard forehand to hit the tennis ball straight towards Shuji Tanegashima.
"Are you here again?" Shuji Taneshima's eyes were stern, a trace of cold sweat inadvertently ran across his forehead, and the racket exuded the brilliance of self-annihilation.
"This is it!" His figure exploded, and he suddenly raised his arms and waved out.
"Click!" At that moment, his body was stuck in place as if the pause button had been pressed.
"boom."
"30-0."
He lost points again.
"Here it comes again, that weird feeling of body stiffness! There is no change in his posture, and the rotation of the tennis ball is normal. Why is this happening?" A kind of fear emerged in Shuji Taneshima's heart unconsciously.
This is the fear of human beings facing the unknown but not being able to control their own destiny.
"Have you seen any clues?" Everyone in Yijun whispered to each other with solemn faces.
Since God Blue is No. 0, he will definitely have a lot of interactions with them in the future, and there will definitely be no shortage of PK competitions. Even No. 2 behaved so embarrassed in front of God Blue, so they probably won't be any better.
We can only find ways to deal with it now and try our best to make ourselves less miserable in the future.
"40-0."
"Game, 2-0, Jindai Blue takes the lead." In the blink of an eye, Shuji Tanegashima lost the second game, and the score came to 2-0.
In this game, he was very frustrated and couldn't use Ji Mie Wu at all.
The opponent reached the upper limit of the rules and kept bypassing Ji Mie Wu's attacks.
Even Shuji Taneshima himself didn't know why his body was suspended in advance before his own Kagetsu Mu could be used.
He was confident that as long as his body paused for one second, Ji Miewu could neutralize the opponent's skills.
However, the other party's timing was too good.
I was completely helpless.
Exchange halves.
"Are you kidding? No. 2 was beaten 2-0. Is this the strength of No. 0?" The high school students on the sidelines looked shocked and swallowed their saliva.
Looking at each other, everyone can see the look of horror.
"You can control the opponent without any warning. This kind of skill really exists in the real world?"
On the coaching staff, except for Mifune, all the coaches looked incredulous, and at the same time, they were also surprised.
It is not difficult to see from the age of God Blue and the talent and strength he has shown that Neon will be terrifyingly powerful in the World Championship in the future.
"This skill is absolutely reasonable." Mifune looked thoughtful. When his eyes caught the shadow of Shuji Taneshima, an idea flashed in his mind: "Could it be..."
He then showed a relieved smile: "It's great that this boy has such an interesting first interpretation."
"Ajuuto, have you discovered anything?" On the Yijun side, Mitsugaya Ajuuto also received questions.
"I have a clue, but I still need to confirm it." Mitsuya Akuto's lenses reflected the light, and he glanced at the shadow and said slowly.
In the third game, Jindailan served.
Ever since Jindailan won two games in a row, the atmosphere on the court had become heavy.
Shuji Taneshima tightened his grip on the racket nervously, a trace of sweat forming on his forehead.
Obviously I didn't use up much physical energy, but I felt a little tired.
Seeing Taneshima Shuji's nervousness, the corners of Kamishiro Ao's mouth raised slightly.
"Bang." With an ordinary serve, the tennis ball headed towards Tanegashima Shuji.
"Here we come!" Shuji Taneshima's eyes were stern, and he was about to swing his racket, but his body stiffened again.
"15-0."
The tennis ball bounced out of bounds, and Tanejima Shuji's face turned extremely expressionless.
"What's going on? Could it be... could it be!!"
"Sure enough, it's a shadow. The person who is hit by the shadow will lose." A look of horror appeared on Mitsuya Akuto's face outside the court: "How can there be such a skill? No, to be precise, such a skill Why does football skills exist?”
He has seen and analyzed countless different-dimensional ball skills.
Some are amazing, and some are mediocre.
Those terrifyingly powerful alternate dimensions all exceed the limits of known physical rules without exception.
For example, reversing time and burning life.
Now, there is one more skill for shadows.
"boom."
"30-0."
"Tick tock."
As he continued to lose points, beads of sweat dripped from Taneshima Shuji's head to the ground.
He lowered his head and suddenly saw a black shadow.
"Could it be..." An idea flashed in his head, and then he showed a look of realization: "It's a shadow, and his skill hit my shadow."
All the clues were connected together, and he showed a surprised expression.
"Do you finally understand?" Mitsuya Akuto smiled happily, with countless data appearing in his eyes: "For being able to figure it out so quickly, his data has also improved."
"Shua." Another straight serve.
But this time, Shuji Tanegashima was already on guard. He quickly retreated first. When the tennis ball hit the ground and bounced, he suddenly accelerated forward and whipped out the racket with his right hand.
"Jindai, I have understood that if you hit the shadow, you will lose!"
"Bang!" The tennis ball turned into a beam of light and instantly pierced through Kamdailan's half of the court, hitting Kamdailan's shadow hard.
"Success! Shuuji cracked that skill!" The sidelines cheered excitedly.
"As expected of an army, the cracking speed is very fast."
Jindairan took a few steps back. When the tennis ball hit the ground and bounced up, he reached the landing point in a flash, pulled the racket behind him, and pulled it out from bottom to top.
"black."
"Uh-huh."
The tennis ball flew into the sky, and when it reached its highest point, it fell rapidly towards Tanejima Shuji's baseline.
"Lob?" Shuji Tanegashima retreated without hesitation. Of course, before retreating, he made sure that the shadow would not be hit.
"Send a baseline lob directly? What are you doing?" Even Mitsuya Akuto couldn't understand Kamishiro Ami's operation.
"Could it be that there are other rules?" This thought flashed through his mind, and Mitsugaya Akuto's expression became more solemn.
"drink!"
When the tennis ball reached a certain point, Shuji Taneshima raised his arms and swung out.
"Crunch." Then, the next moment, the violent feedback from the racket made him change his color, and his wrist couldn't help but twist backwards.
"Bang." The racket fell from his hand and fell to the ground, while the tennis ball hit the ground hard and spun wildly to the end.
"40-0."
There was silence.
(End of chapter)
