The whole place was in an uproar.
too suddenly.
No one expected that the most anticipated game would unfold like this.
"On one side is the man who was once known as the Son of God in Neon Junior High School. He has not lost a single match and is known as the man closest to God."
"On the other side is a man who has suddenly emerged this year and defeated all powerful enemies. He is called the God of Death."
"One is close to a god, and the other has become a god. This game can be called a battle between gods and false gods. As long as Yukimura Seiichi wins, Kamidaoran can be pulled down from the altar." Inui Sadaharu said every word.
"But in reality, Seiichi Yukimura's winning rate will not exceed 20%."
Inui Sadaharu shook his head and sighed.
He does not have the current data of Seiichi Yukimura at all. He can only roughly estimate the data of Seiichi Yukimura based on the progress rate of top players, so the data is for reference only.
"It looks like the Son of God will be fun." On the coaching bench, Nanjiro Echizen smiled. He glanced at the tall figure in the stands, and his eyes flashed: "I didn't expect that the professional tennis world has already paid attention to the Kamidai kid. Look, Gold always shines."
"Professional tennis will be interesting in the future."
The two sides met in front of the net. Kamishiro Ai was smiling and calm. In contrast, Yukimura Seiichi looked more excited.
"Kamidai!! Although I have been looking forward to competing with you, when this moment comes, my body will still tremble with excitement!"
Yukimura Seiichi held Kamishiro Ai's hand firmly: "I've been waiting for this day for a long time."
"Then you have to behave well." Jindai Lan narrowed his eyes and smiled.
The two let go of their hands, and Yukimura Seiichi heard Kamishiro Ai's soft whisper: "Don't try to win the score by destroying the five senses, it won't work for me."
Hearing this, Yukimura Seiichi's pupils suddenly shrank.
"Whether it's invalid or not, you'll know later." He held the racket backwards with an expressionless face: "Forward or backward?"
"The weather is so good today, I made the right choice." Jindailan said with a smile.
"Bang." The tennis ball fell to the ground.
The right to serve came to Seiichi Yukimura.
The two sides walked toward the rear in silence.
"Why does it feel like there's already a smell of gunpowder?" The Fudomine chief candidates all swallowed their saliva.
"What did the minister say to Jindai? Why does it feel like the minister is angry and his expression has changed." On Li Hai's side, Yagyu pushed up his glasses.
"Given the nature of Kamiyo, he probably ignored the minister just like he ignored the deputy minister." Marui Bunta shrugged, then realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly covered his mouth.
"Hey, Mrs. Wen, don't say anything nonsense." Others hurriedly smoothed things over.
Sanada folded his hands on his chest, snorted coldly, his eyes flickered, and said to himself: "Kamidai, I'm sorry I didn't compete with you. Don't underestimate Yukimura. He is no longer what he used to be. The disease has transformed him. Although He may not have much training time, but his rate of improvement is definitely not worse than mine."
"Kamidai's basic five-dimensional skills far surpass mine. If I want to defeat him, destroying the five senses is the only chance. I must find a way to exert psychological suggestion." Seiichi Yukimura patted the tennis ball gently.
Destroying the five senses requires a prerequisite hint, but Yukimura also knows clearly that the mental power of the gods far exceeds his own, and it is basically impossible to successfully destroy the five senses.
Unless you find another way.
No time to think too much!
Yukimura Seiichi's eyes focused, he threw the ball fiercely, stretched his body, and with just a simple swing, the tennis ball disappeared in a flash, turning into golden light and instantly appeared in Kamishiro Ami's half.
The coat draped behind him shook when he landed on the ground and stayed firmly on his shoulders. His handsome and calm posture fascinated many fans.
"What an astonishing speed, you are worthy of being a great minister at Rikkai University! Even though he was hospitalized for so long, his ability has not deteriorated!" This goal shocked many people.
"This ball speed has almost reached the speed at which a ball enters the soul." Inui Sadaharu wrote the number 180 on the paper with a trembling tone: "I can hit such a ball speed in the first trial. It seems that I still underestimated Yukimura. city."
"Bang." Faced with Yukimura Seiichi's serve, Jindai Ai seemed to be dealing with an ordinary serve, swinging the racket casually and hitting a tennis ball that changed direction.
"Kamidai, your strength should be more than this, right? Please be serious."
Yukimura Seiichi reached the landing point in a blink of an eye. He raised his racket and swung it into the air. The next moment, he saw the yellow tennis ball heading towards the Jindai Blue Hole.
"Whoa." The next moment, a beam of light passed by, and before anyone had time to react, it knocked away the clothes behind Yukimura Seiichi, took him up into the sky, and was finally nailed into the barbed wire fence.
"Brush." The tennis ball was still spinning, causing sparks to rub against the coat.
Not long after, a faint smell of burning came from the coat.
Kamidaoran's understated voice sounded: "Blow more cold wind, learn more and watch more."
"This guy" Yukimura Seiichi's pupils shook.
"The speed of the ball just now was not even caught by my eyes. The tennis ball should have been hit back just after it passed the net. It was a volley ball." Seiichi Yukimura's mind was racing: "If this continues, it will be difficult to exert psychological hints."
"Huh." Yukimura Seiichi's expression froze, he took a deep breath and mobilized his body's strength.
"Bang!" Another super-fast serve.
"Broken Path No. 11: Decorated with Thunder and Lightning!"
Jindailan's eyes moved slightly, and he swiped at the flying tennis ball.
"Bang!" The lightning came instantly, leaving a golden trail in the air. Yukimura Seiichi stared at the tennis ball and swung it at the critical moment.
"Whoosh!" The tennis ball flew over the net, drew a beautiful arc, and fell towards the other half of Jindai Lan.
The ball's shadow reflected in Kamidai Lan's pupils, flickering faintly.
"Bang." The moment he caught the ball, Jindailan sensed the mysterious spiritual suggestion coming from the tennis ball.
"The prelude to destroying the five senses, unfortunately it doesn't work for me." Shendailan's huge mental power directly crushed the mental suggestion.
The two sides started a fierce fight.
A minute later, Yukimura Seiichi noticed something was wrong.
"No matter how I exert spiritual suggestions, I can't have an impact on the Age of Gods."
From a normal rhythm, the other party should first have a vague feeling in a certain sense, and the feeling will continue to weaken until it disappears.
But Jindailan’s senses remain the same from the beginning of the game to now.
"There is no other way. It seems that we can only take that step." Yukimura Seiichi's expression darkened.
Before the game, he had already expected that killing the five senses would not work.
So he already had a countermeasure to deal with this situation.
"40-0."
As Kamishiro Blue scored another point, everyone noticed that there was a change in Seiichi Yukimura.
It was as if he had lost his vision, and walking and running were extremely difficult.
This is
"Visual deprivation in destroying the five senses?!" Sanada exclaimed.
"Has Yukimura's vision been taken away by the gods?"
Everyone came to a shocking conclusion.
"No, you look at Jindai's expression as if he is a little surprised." Liu Renji said solemnly.
"Depriving yourself of your vision? It's interesting. It looks like it will be fun." Jindai Lan narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Let me see what cards you have."
(End of chapter)
