Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

Chapter 11 : The curse of dreams and reality

boom.

With double power, speed, and rotation, a strong momentum appeared on the tennis ball.

Whoosh.

With a violent sound of breaking through the air, the tennis ball has already arrived in front of Youyun, smashed to the ground fiercely, and bounced quickly.

Youyun waved his arm and racquet hit the tennis ball.

Chi Chi Chi Chi.

The tennis ball fell into the racquet and spun violently, and bursts of impact hit Youyun’s arm.

“Heh, it’s really Tezuka.”

Youyun smiled.

“Then, let’s try this trick.”

“The curse of dreams and reality.”

Youyun pushed hard and knocked the tennis back.

“Huh? Ordinary return?”

Tezuka frowned slightly, but still didn’t dare to be careless.

The white cyclone began to spin, and the tennis ball flew towards Tezuka in an arc in delay.

Tezuka turned slightly to his side and lifted racquet up, violently doing everything from top to bottom.

However, what he didn’t expect was that the tennis ball passed directly through his racquet.

boom.

The tennis ball swept past Tezuka’s side and flew out of the court.

“30-0.”

Referee announced the score.

“What’s the matter? Missed?”

“Isn’t it possible? You have seen Tezuka’s strength just now. How could he not be able to hit tennis?”

“Then what’s going on?”

“You ask me? How do I know.”

The audience outside the venue began to talk.

Due to the distance and angle, they didn’t see clearly. In their eyes, facing Youyun’s seemingly ordinary ball, Tezuka swung an empty shot.

But Tezuka himself knew very well that it was not that he swung the shot, but that the tennis ball really passed through his racquet.

Tezuka understood Yukimura’s feelings a little bit.

After all, the unknown is always the most scary thing.

“Tezuka, what you see with your eyes may not be true.”

Youyun smiled faintly, and once again tossed the tennis ball high.

“Balance of movement and stillness.”

An invisible force enveloped the racquet and hit the tennis ball hard.

boom.

The tennis ball quickly penetrated the court and rushed towards Tezuka. At the same time, the invisible power of the tennis spread and covered Tezuka’s body.

Looking at the flying tennis ball, Tezuka just wanted to move. He only felt that his body was firmly bound by something. He could only watch as he flew past him and then rushed out of the court.

“40-0.”

Referee reports the score.

This is the weird serve?

Sweat began to appear on Tezuka’s forehead.

boom.

Youyun serve again, Tezuka still stands in place, unable to move.

“GAME, Kazami Youyun, the score is 1-0.”

the referee announced.

Off the court.

“Yukimura, what exactly is this serve? And just now, with the strength of Tezuka Kunimitsu, he was able to slap an aerial shot?”

Sanada looked at Yukimura and asked.

After the match just ended, the influence of Youyun’s ball skills on him gradually disappeared, and Yukimura had recovered at this time.

Hearing Sanada’s question, Yukimura’s mind reappeared that feeling of being unable to move.

“That Kazami classmate, like me, is a tennis player who is proficient in mental skills. The kind of serve makes people feel that they are firmly bound in place and unable to move.”

Yukimura said slowly.

“A type of player with you? A skill that keeps people in place?”

Sanada was surprised.

You know that Sanada and Yukimura, as friends, often match each other, but he has experienced the horror of eliminating the five senses many times, and he deeply feels the horror of Yukimura.

“Yes, but his strength is much higher than mine, and his skills may be more terrifying than my five senses. Moreover, with the skills just now, I’m afraid he didn’t use his full strength when he was in a match with me.”

Yukimura said.

Hearing Yukimura’s words, Sanada recalled the appearance of Yukimura lying on the ground and Tezuka’s strange aerial shot during the match just now, silent.

On the field.

Tezuka held the tennis ball, a trace of firmness flashed in his eyes.

“I can’t just give up like that.”

Tezuka tossed the tennis ball, then raised the racquet and swung it down heavily.

“Then let me see how far you can do it, Tezuka.”

Youyun’s body exudes a pure black light.

I have to say that Tezuka Kunimitsu is really strong. Although it has not yet reached the national level, it is not far away. After all, Tezuka has not even started in junior high school. Strictly speaking, it can only be regarded as an elementary school student.

Tezuka’s five-dimensional attributes, in addition to spirit, strength, speed, skill, and physical strength are slightly higher than Yukimura. If the two simply compete in basic tennis, Tezuka can even slightly suppress Yukimura.

If he hadn’t been injured in his arm in Seigaku, he would not be weaker than Seiichi Yukimura, known as the Son of God, after three years.

And Tezuka’s tennis experience is indeed very rich. Just by watching the match between Youyun and Yukimura just now, he found a way to crack Youyun’s monster butterfly and double black death butterfly inhabiting Zen Temple.

However, it is a pity that Youyun’s strength and weird skills really surpassed his expectations.

The result of this match was destined from the moment the two stood on the court. *