Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

Chapter 35 :Hua Xu’s eternal sleep, a ball

Seeing the look of Shancheng Xingu, Youyun showed a strange smile on his face.

“Actually, I really can’t take any interest in playing against an opponent like you.”

“Hahaha, don’t worry, don’t worry, this match will be over soon.”

Upon hearing Youyun’s words, Xingu, the mountain city who felt good about himself, thought that Youyun was showing weakness and burst into laughter.

Even he deliberately said such a remark in order to stabilize Youyun, lest Youyun abstained.

Because if Youyun abstained, how could his full anger vent?

After saying this, Shancheng Xingu turned and walked back to his baseline.

“Will this match end soon? Yes, it will indeed end soon.”

The weird smile on Youyun’s face is even worse.

Shancheng Xingu stood on the baseline, flicked his wrist, threw the tennis ball, and racquet waved downward.

boom.

The tennis ball flew towards Youyun.

Looking at this one serve alone, I have to say that as Fudomine’s third singles, personal strength is much stronger than the first two groups of singles.

But in Youyun’s eyes, Shancheng Xingu is no different from a few of them.

A ray of black light appeared. I don’t know when, a pure black butterfly appeared beside Youyun, slowly flying around him.

The pure black is extremely conspicuous in the court shining by the sun. In the process of the butterflies flying, they bring up black light tails, which are extremely beautiful.

Youyun raised his arm and racquet swung at the flying tennis ball.

“Dead Butterfly-Huaxu’s Eternal Sleep.”

The pure black butterflies flying around Youyun instantly turned into beams of light and rushed towards the opposite mountain city Xingu.

The black light beam penetrated Shancheng Xingu’s body, and then turned into black lights, disappearing.

Patter.

The focus of Shancheng Xingu’s eyes gradually dissipated, and the racquet in his hand also fell off and fell to the ground.

“Sleep.”

Youyun’s voice slowly sounded, as if with a trace of special magic.

boom.

Happiness.

Shancheng Xingu fell to the ground.

At the same time, tennis also appeared behind him.

The audience was silent.

Referee stared blankly at Shancheng Xingu and the tennis ball behind him, and even forgot to report his score.

Hyotei rest area.

“What exactly is this?”

When Oshitari saw this scene, Honshu and others were full of disbelief.

It’s just some black butterflies. Why would the mountain city Xingu just fall to the ground?

“Youyun’s ball skills will directly attack the opponent’s spirit. Once this black butterfly touches the opponent’s body, it will only lose a part of its physical strength when it touches the opponent’s body, and the heavier one will fall directly to the ground like him. , Lose the ability to match.”

Aside, Atobe’s voice reached their ears.

Hearing Atobe’s words, Hyotei’s gaze shifted to him subconsciously, even Tezuka and Sakura Taro were no exception.

After this period of contact, they have known that Youyun and Atobe have been friends for many years. Atobe knows Youyun better than them.

“Does Youyun still have such a stunt, can he directly attack people’s spirits?”

Mukahi Gakuto’s eyes widened.

Even if this scene on the court had actually happened in front of him, he still couldn’t believe it.

After all, the ability to attack the spirit of others is completely beyond his comprehension.

“stunt?”

Atobe smiled disdainfully.

“Do you think that Youyun will use his stunts to deal with such a small role as Fudomine?”

Atobe couldn’t help but recall the scene that night.

Only open three-tenths of the fan, strange and beautiful but hidden infinite crisis blue and purple light butterfly.

If the trick Youyun uses now is a stunt, then what was that trick that night.

Atobe’s guess is correct. In the series of playing skills of You Yuko in Xixing Temple, the death butterfly-Huaxu’s eternal sleep is indeed not a powerful trick.

The reason why Shancheng Xingu fell directly to the ground after hitting this move was only because of his own strength and mental strength too weak.

If it is to deal with national level or mentally strong players, this trick will not play a big role.

“Sure enough, you have become stronger again.”

Tezuka gently held his racquet.

He is not a competitive person, but only Kazami Youyun, an opponent who once defeated him miserably, gave him the desire to chase and defeat.

on court.

“0, 0-15.”

At this time referee finally reacted and announced the score.

Click, click, click.

Inoue Mamoru continuously pressed the shutter of the camera in his hand.

“Huh, fortunately, I didn’t miss this picture.”

Looking at the photos in his camera, Inoue Mamoru breathed a sigh of relief.

“Although it’s not the first time I have seen it, but watching this terrifying skill again makes people palpitations.”

Looking at Youyun on the court, Mamoru Inoue let out a surprise.

Where is the limit of this boy named Kazami Youyun.

With the Hyotei tennis club he joined, where can he go in the future?

Inoue Mori thought silently. *