I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

"Shadow clone? It's all fancy!"

Outside the court.

Sanada said coldly.

With just this little trick, not to mention Yukimura, even he could easily see through it. The other party seemed to be using Japanese culture to influence Yukimura's heart, but in fact, he was just a clown who was trying to attract attention.

"Indeed."

Tachibana, Chitose and others also nodded.

There has never been a so-called clone technique in this world. It is similar, and the ability to reach the level of true "clone" is also the more top-level ability of the unconscious and alaya consciousness.

The performance of this junior high school student on the French team is really too clumsy.

"This serve."

At the same time.

The surrounding shadow clones kept disappearing, and finally only the real Doron was left. He raised his head and looked at the boy opposite with a serious look: "He is not kidding!"

He could clearly sense the extremely strong sense of oppression emanating from the other party.

"Huh."

Taking a breath, Doron, who relieved some of the pressure, took a serious attitude to receive the ball: "Continue."

"Okay."

Yukimura nodded.

Then, he changed his serving position, and after arriving at the left side of the court, he threw the ball, raised his hand, and swung the racket in one go.

Bang!

The crisp sound was exciting.

A light yellow trajectory was reflected, and the speed of this ball was not reduced at all compared to the previous one.

"Good."

Having suffered a loss once, Duolong seemed more cautious this time. After trying to see the trajectory of the tennis ball clearly, he quickly turned sideways and drew the racket. At the moment when the tennis ball bounced up and landed, he quickly hit the racket out.

Bang!

The crisp sound of hitting the ball sounded.

The tennis ball quickly turned back and flew back, and the landing point was very tricky. It can be seen that this was Duolong's counterattack.

Bang!

However.

Yukimura calmly swung the racket, and the tennis ball shot out again. And under the shocked eyes of the French players, it accurately pressed on the sideline on the other side.

"30-0."

Duolong failed to catch up with the tennis ball.

He clearly felt that his body reaction could not keep up with the speed of the tennis ball at all. This feeling is like a rusty old car, powerless in front of a supercar.

"Sure enough, the sequelae of the seal are still too great."

The boy sighed in his heart.

But then, he pulled himself together, stood on the baseline again, and took a defensive posture.

"This guy's fighting spirit is not bad."

Sanada raised his eyebrows slightly.

If it were a player with average willpower, he would probably collapse under the pressure of Yukimura's two balls. But this guy who looks flamboyant is very tenacious.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

However.

The seemingly tough Duolong is not Yukimura's opponent at all. He pulled himself together, but he didn't last more than a few rounds before being suppressed by Yukimura.

Bang!

Suddenly.

The tennis ball fell to the ground.

It fell from Duolong's backhand side and bounced out under his shocked eyes.

"Another line ball?"

Under the ninja's mask, the boy was shocked.

This gave him the same feeling of oppression he had felt when he faced the top high school students of the French team.

"No!"

Doron thought to himself, "Even seniors Bart and Moreau may not be able to reach this level."

It's not just the ball skills, but more of the other party's calm aura that is engraved in his bones. When facing this young man, Doron always feels an indescribable pressure.

This made him a little shaken.

But then, Doron's eyes became firm again.

"The game has just begun. Even the strongest people have joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness. As long as you grasp the weakness of the opponent's emotions, you can turn defeat into victory."

This is Doron's tactics.

Including Bart, Moreau, Delacroix, George, and the French prince Charudaru, no one can escape his secret trick.

Only the main general Camus of the entire French team can block Doron's spiritual secrets.

But no matter how you look at it, this junior high school student named Yukimura Seiichi can never reach Camus's spiritual level.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The game continued.

Yukimura, who showed amazing skills and decisive courage, completely suppressed Duolong. In a blink of an eye, he won five games in a row.

Bang!

Yukimura made a move.

The tennis ball was accurately pressed at the junction of the baseline and the sideline.

"Hiss"

Under the shocked eyes of the French players, the tennis ball flew over the front end of Duolong's racket that was stretched out as much as possible.

"The first set is over."

On the high chair, the referee said loudly: "Japan's Yukimura won, the score is 6-0!"

"Surprisingly."

The fans of the French team were bewildered.

No one expected that the French team, which ranked third in the world in strength, would suffer an unprecedented defeat in singles 3.

0-6!

The boy dressed as a ninja didn't even get 1 point.

"As expected of Minister Yukimura!"

In the stands, Kirihara said with awe.

Yagyu, Marui and others beside him nodded with emotion. Before Ishikawa appeared, Yukimura was a legend of junior high school tennis.

They still remember that when he first joined Rikkai University, he was called "Son of God" by people who knew him. But at that time, others just thought it was ridiculous.

For a first-year junior high school kid, it was really crazy to give him such a nickname.

However.

As Yukimura challenged the senior members of the team one by one and defeated them, no one doubted his strength. From then on, until he met Ishikawa, Yukimura's record in the junior high school league was to win every match and never let his opponent score a single point.

Now, seeing the morning sun shining on Yukimura, who was like bathing in divine light, they seemed to have seen the [Son of God] back then!

"Dolon."

During the break, Camus looked at his team members: "Are you okay?"

"Me? Of course."

The young man pulled off his ninja mask, showed his white teeth, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Commander, the other party has fallen into my trap."

The so-called fiasco was just his method. Doron believes that once he uses his secret skills, the situation of the game will change dramatically.

"Well, I believe you."

Camus patted the other party's shoulder and said comfortingly.

Despite his doubts, Camus knew that now was not the time to demotivate his opponent. Moreover, he is quite confident in Duolong's secret skills.

"The second set begins."

After a short break, the two returned to the court again. The referee on the high chair said loudly: "Japanese team Yukimura serves, the game is over!"

Bang!

Immediately.

A serve shot as sharp as the wind.

Seeing this, Sanada's eyes trembled slightly. Yukimura's current strength, even if he doesn't deliberately use his skills, the speed of the tennis he plays has exceeded his speed.

Bang!

but.

Doron responded quickly.

In the duel with Yukimura, he adapted to his opponent's rhythm to a certain extent. He quickly reached the level where he usually performs beyond his normal level.

But because of this, his physical energy consumption was more than usual.

In just three or five rounds, he revealed a fatal flaw. After being found by Yukimura, he killed him with one blow.

Bang!

"15-0."

"call"

Duolong exhaled deeply.

Too strong!

If he hadn't still had the trump card in his hand, he would have even doubted whether he could win this game.

The rest of the game was the same as the first set. Duolong was so suppressed that he couldn't even lift his head. As time passed, Yukimura won five games in a row with a terrible record of not losing a point.

Snap.

Looking at the tennis ball falling behind Doron, the junior high school student of the French team was so quiet that it could be heard.

What an exaggeration!

Duolong, whose own skills are not weak and is ranked among the top three among junior high school students, has yet to get a single point? Some people even pinched their faces in disbelief, thinking they were in a dream.

"That's almost it."

After losing points continuously and feeling pressured, Doron took out the tennis ball and patted it gently, grabbing it in his hand.

"Welcome to my tennis world!"

Bang!

The words fell.

He hit a quick serve.

Yukimura, who was receiving the serve, quickly hit the tennis ball over.

Snap!

The tennis ball hits the ground.

The landing point was far different from Yukimura's expected position, which made him frown subconsciously.

"Um?!"

On the other hand, Duolong, who used the secret technique [Five Cars Technique], quietly shrank his pupils after seeing the traces of landing points that were still attached to the bottom line.

"How is that possible?"

"My [Happy Car] won, and he was only affected by this?"

The so-called five-car technique is a very advanced emotion-mobilizing technique. Use exaggerated performances to guide your opponent's emotional changes, seize their exposed weaknesses, and score winning shots.

Among them, [Xi Che] creates opportunities by praising opponents. [Raging Car] uses tactics to make the opponent angry and lose their cool. [Mourning Car] is to use sad emotions to induce the opponent to sympathize with you. [Leche] uses the method of giving gifts to change the other party's mood and take the opportunity to attack the weakness.

Using these secret skills, Dolon defeated Barthes, Moreau, Delacroix, George, and French Prince Charudaru.

And from the beginning of the game, he has been performing. Trying to break up the opponent's tennis by erupting emotions from within.

Now, he has indeed succeeded.

But that's only half the battle.

Because although Yukimura was affected, his hitting was still terrifyingly sharp. Every time he made a move, Duolong felt frightened.

"No, I've got a trick."

After using four secret techniques in succession without making any progress, Duolong's expression completely changed.

"Then let me trigger the fear in your heart!"

Bang!

Thoughts turned.

Doron swung the bat and hit the ball with a sharp light in his eyes. That cold gaze seemed to swallow Yukimura whole.

This is [fear of cars]!

That is, the technique of inducing fear deep in people's hearts, then amplifying it, and finally detonating it completely.

Duolong only used this trick once.

That was when he challenged the general Camus. After he used the four techniques of joy, anger, sadness and joy without success, he used the final five-car technique - fear of cars!

However.

His most powerful move had no effect on Camus. The other party's mental power has reached an incredible level. With just one glance, he cracked Duolong's five-car technique.

But now, facing Yukimura's terrifying pressure, Doron could no longer sit still and used the strongest move he had mastered.

Bang!

But what shocked him was that Yukimura seemed to be unaffected and simply hit the tennis ball back.

"How is it possible?!"

Doron was stunned.

He never thought that even [Fear of Cars] would not have an effect on this person.

Bang!

And at this time.

He swung his racket to catch the ball, and as if he had noticed something, Doron's face changed slightly.

"Finally noticed it?"

At this time, Yukimura on the opposite side smiled faintly.

"This is... Wait, my sense of touch?"

Doron's eyes widened suddenly. Just now, he found that he seemed to be unable to feel the touch of the tennis ball hitting the racket.

"Could it be..."

After hitting the tennis ball back, he raised his head and looked at his opponent in disbelief.

Did the opponent deprive him of his sense of touch?

But this conjecture was too absurd. In just a moment, Doron ruled out this possibility.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

But as time went on, he clearly felt that the light in his field of vision gradually dimmed.

Bang!

At this time.

Yukimura's return ball landed in front of him. As soon as Duolong, who was about to swing his racket, raised his racket, he felt the picture in front of him gradually dim. In the end, there was only darkness in his eyes.

"Gulp."

Looking at the dark picture in front of him, Duolong couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Vision!

This time, it was vision that was deprived!

Compared with touch, Duolong, who had no vision, was obviously more panicked. But before he could react, the tennis ball that he judged should have fallen on his backhand side suddenly became silent.

Not only that, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

He was like someone turned off the volume button, and the whole world was dark. Time seemed to stop at this moment, so quiet that he felt creepy.

"Is it hearing this time?"

Duolong squeezed out a helpless bitter smile on his face.

At this time, he was really like a clown. Facing Yukimura's ability to deprive his five senses, he could do nothing.

"Is it over?"

Duolong sighed in his heart.

He was originally full of vigor, but now he seemed to have lost all his strength and was no longer ready to fight back.

"No! No!"

But suddenly, as if realizing something, Doron woke up: "I can't give up here. This game is not just a show for me, it's a crucial match for the French team!"

At this moment.

The responsibility and honor of the team and the country became stronger and stronger in Doron's heart.

Swish!

Immediately.

As if he had made up his mind, he clamped the racket under his armpits and quickly made a seal with both hands.

"Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Zai, Qian"

As the nine-character mantra was spoken, Doron's mental power surged. The strong will instantly destroyed the mental cage after being deprived of the five senses.

Swish!

Then.

Doron looked at his opponent with a sharp look.

He was about to launch an unprecedented fierce attack after using a taboo trick.

"Huh?!"

But

At the moment when Duolong's eyes met Yukimura, his body trembled violently.

Snap

Then.

Under the shocked eyes of others, Duolong's racket fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"The game is over."

Seeing this, the referee said loudly: "Japan's Yukimura Seiichi won, the score is 6-0, 6-0!"

"What kind of look is that?"

On the other side.

Duolong, who was in a state of dismay, murmured.

Just now, he was shocked by Yukimura's eyes when he performed the taboo move [Nine-Character Mantra]. Because in the other's blue eyes, Duolong saw a terrifying look that seemed to be able to see through the future!

To the end.

This top junior high school student who had defeated a group of masters of the French team and was placed with hope by Camus had an unshakable thought in his heart.

"Is this person really a junior high school student?"