Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

"It seems that even if I don't want to use that trick, I can't do it.

An inexplicable light flashed in Mōri Juzaburō's eyes. Atobe had his own stunts. How could he have nothing in Mōri Juzaburō?

Mōri Juzaburō tossed the tennis ball and sent it to Atobe.

For him, serve is more like a program that must be taken. He doesn't have any special skills of serve. Ordinary serve alone does not pose the slightest threat to Atobe.

Looking at the flying tennis ball, a cold light flashed in Atobe's eyes.

"Go on, freeze it."

Atobe said.

Taste scent.

Mōri Juzaburō's body was once again covered with icicles.

"My uncle sees your blind spot too clearly.

Atobe said, swinging the racket again to hit the tennis ball at one of the icicles.

boom.

An icicle around Mōri Juzaburō's body was shattered, and the tennis ball flew off the court.

This time, however, Mōri Juzaburō did not continue to stand still without any reaction.

Taste.

It sounded like a dislocated joint.

A racquet abruptly stopped in front of the tennis ball that was about to fly out of the court.

The tennis ball fell into the racquet of Mōri Juzaburō,

"what?"

The smile on Atobe's face froze, and someone could actually react to the ball that had been hit to a dead end 480?

Mōri Juzaburō's arm forcefully knocked back the tennis ball in the racquet.

The tennis ball landed on Atobe's halftime and flew off the court.

Atobe was also immersed in the astonishment that Mōri Juzaburō hit back the tennis ball he hit to the dead end. He didn't recover, so he lost the point.

"15-0. "

Referee announced the score. He has seen too many incredible things today and is about to be shocked and numb.

Atobe frowned slightly, then placed his left hand on his face, staring sharply at the opposite Mōri Juzaburō through his fingers, hoping to find something from him.

"Heh, that's what happened.

After observing Mōri Juzaburō for a while, Atobe saw his somewhat unnatural arm, his frown stretched out, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"Let your elbow joints go white, so that you can receive the ball that you couldn't receive. It's really a good way, but unfortunately, how long can you hold on?"

Atobe's took the left hand on his face and walked back to the baseline.

Originally, Mōri Juzaburō couldn't catch the ball that was hit by Atobe in the dead corner that he observed with his keen insight into the world of ice.

But he has a special skill, that is, he can make the joints of the body bleach, and minimize the damage caused by the joints.

Therefore, when Mōri Juzaburō has blanched his elbow joint, the range of defending will naturally become larger, and the original dead angle is no longer a dead angle.

Rikkai large rest area.

"Unexpectedly, the Maori senior has hidden such a trick. It seems that his data needs to be recalculated."

Yanagi Renji said lightly.

"Well, it seems that this match is not completely hopeless."

Sanada nodded.

Only Yukimura, who was sitting on the instructor's seat, remained silent.

Although he did not have the insight of Atobe, his super high mental power made him keenly aware of something wrong with Mōri Juzaburō.

From the scene, Mōri Juzaburō successfully cracked Atobe's ice world, and the situation began to turn to their Rikkai side.

But, will things really be that simple?

And the rest area of ​​Hyotei.

"What just happened? Atobe obviously hit the ball to the dead end of the opponent, why can the guy with Rikkai hit the ball back."

Hyotei's eyes turned to Youyun subconsciously.

In their opinion, there seems to be nothing Youyun does not know.

This time is definitely no exception.

"This is articulation."

Yi Yun said.

"Joint skills?"

The Hyotei people are a little confused, they have never heard of such a technique.

"Yes, by removing your joints white, you can increase your defending range, (cgcf), so you can receive your own dead-end tennis ball."

Yiyun began to explain to them.

"Can it be like this?"

Everyone in Hyotei looked at each other.

"There are no wonders in the big world. In this world, there will always be some geniuses who have some skills that others cannot copy. In the future, you will see more."

Yi Yun said.

"We can understand this truth, but, Youyun, how do you know this? Have you ever met such a person?"

Oshitari Yuushi asked.

"Of course, have you forgotten that I used to live abroad? I haven't settled in a certain country for more than ten years. There was a time when I ran around the world with a person. I have seen some people like this."

A mysterious smile appeared on Yi Yun's face.

At that time, he was learning tennis with that old man, and that old man was always running around the world for work reasons, so he was the same. During that period of time, he had seen all kinds of powerful tennis players and bizarre skills. Too much.

on court.

"It's really terrible eyesight.

Mōri Juzaburō looked at Atobe who had already walked back to the baseline, his face still a little dignified.

Although he managed to return the goal just now, it was not without the price.

At this time, Mōri Juzaburō's face was slightly pale, and the pain of forcing his joints to go white was not so easy to bear.

Even if he can minimize the damage to his body after joint dislocation, it does not mean that he can also minimize the pain after joint dislocation.

And when he was stared at by Atobe's gaze, he only felt a chill in his heart, as if he had seen everything about himself.

He knew that after his arm was forcibly dislocated just now, the strange reactions caused by his body must have not escaped his eyes.

Mōri Juzaburō continued to serve.

boom.

The tennis ball flew towards Atobe.

"Then, let's fight a protracted battle."

A playful smile appeared on Atobe's face.

boom.

boom.

boom.

The match continued, and the score on the field began to rise alternately.

15-15.

30-15.

30-30.

30-40.

2-1.

"GAME, Rikkai is big, 2-1."

Referee announces the score.

"Ah."

Despite losing this point, Atobe not only showed no irritation, but the playful color on his face became more intense.

This point was originally given to Mōri Juzaburō by him.

Moreover, he will give Mōri Juzaburō a few more points in the later match.

Contrary to Atobe, Mōri Juzaburō's face became more and more ugly.

(Regarding the previous typos and incompatibility, I am deeply sorry, I will check each chapter carefully, thank you for your support).

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