Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 303 Composition of Exterminating the Five Senses
"Sure enough, Mori-senpai is also related to the Age of God." The Lihai Taishosen looked at each other with seriousness.

"Stronger than Maori-senpai, it seems that the power of the Age of Gods is stronger than we expected." Liu Lianer said in a deep voice.

You must know that Mori Kosaburo is a high school student.

At this stage, the body is just developing, so whether it is the improvement of all aspects of attributes such as strength and speed, it cannot be underestimated.

It can be said that the high school period is also a stage in which a tennis player's strength takes off.

Even if it is only a full year, the improvement in strength may be rapid.

Even national-level players can only be regarded as very good among high school students, but there is still a big gap between them and the masters of the first echelon.

"It's so strong." Yukimura Seiichi looked at the falling tennis ball and frowned slightly. There was actually a little pressure in his heart, but his rich tennis experience and good temperament kept him calm.

For him, the game has just begun.

"Shua." Seiichi Yukimura threw the ball, and when the tennis ball reached the apex and fell, he tiptoed and buckled the tennis racket hard.

"So fast!!" The onlookers narrowed their eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the tennis ball bounced off the ground.

"It's so fast, as expected of Yukimura. The speed of this serve is probably about to catch up with the speed of the first ball. Even if it is not as good, it will not be too bad. Yukimura's foundation is also terrifyingly solid." Liu Lianer narrowed his eyes.

Yukimura Seikiichi is very mysterious, even many main candidates don't understand Yukimura's true strength.

Now, Liu Renji has a deeper understanding of Yukimura Seiki.

"Just this is not enough." Mori Kosaburo still made a standard forehand, and hit the ball accurately at the tricky angle at Yukimura Seiichi's feet.

When the tennis ball bounces, Seiichi Yukimura needs to expend a certain amount of physical strength and energy to fine-tune the posture.

The two immediately started a tense confrontation.

"It's amazing. Mori-senpai hit the ball at Yukimura's feet. The angle of the bounce will make Yukimura uncomfortable. Mori-senpai's ball control is even better." Liu Lianji couldn't help but admire.

"In just one year, senior Mao Li's current data has far surpassed that of him a year ago."

Liu Lian Er showed a somewhat unbelievable expression.

"Bang." With a tennis ball exploding in the frontcourt, Seiichi Yukimura lost another point.

"30-0."

Losing points after the tug-of-war is a test of mentality.

Yukimura Seiichi was not as relaxed as before, and his expression gradually froze.

"What? If it's just like this, you can't even score a single point." Mori Kosaburo said calmly.

"Does it look serious?"

Seeing Kosaburo Mori's calm expression, Seiichi Yukimura narrowed his eyes, and suddenly his blood boiled in his heart.

"The imprint needs more counterattacks." Seiichi Yukimura's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes deep.

He drives again.

After consecutive sparring, the opponent scored again.

"40-0."

"Game, 1-0, Mori Kosaburo leads."

"15-0."

"30-0."

"40-0."

Under Mori Kosaburo's fierce offensive, Yukimura Seichi kept losing points.

His performance is already very good, but under the opponent's more outstanding five-dimensional, scoring is almost impossible.

"The minister is not an opponent at all." The ordinary members of Lihai University couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

The invincible image of the Son of God tended to collapse in this game.

"Don't worry, the competition has just begun." Liu Lian'er said calmly, "Xing Cun hasn't used his true strength yet."

"That's right, if it's that, I think it's difficult for even senior Maori to deal with." Liu Sheng followed up with a riddle: "And did you find out that the time for senior Maori to score has become longer."

"This Yukimura is so strange." Tokugawa Kazuya also faintly sensed something was wrong, but couldn't say it.

To be called the son of god in the middle school tennis world, he really has a little bit of ability.

"Bang." A new sparring battle started.

"Spiritual skills are about to start?" Mori Kosaburo hit back the tennis ball, his eyes wandered, and he felt a slight stiffness in the muscles of his arms.

This reminded him of the information about Yukimura Seiichi.

The Son of God who can control the opponent, and those who compete with him lose everything in the end.

"Sure enough, he needs to use the counterattack to plant the spiritual seeds, and then at a critical point, the spiritual suggestion will erupt."

Fighting back again, Mori Kosaburo suddenly felt a little confusion in his vision.

Although it passed away in a flash, he knew clearly that this was not an illusion.

"Shua." Facing the tennis ball flying into the air, Seiichi Yukimura leaped vigorously, and swung the racket vigorously at the tennis ball above his head.

From the beginning to the end, his counterattack was so powerful.

"Chila." With the sound of breaking wind, the tennis ball turned into a beam of light and flew towards Mori Kosaburo's other half.

"Three steps, four steps, five steps. Well, something is wrong." Mori Kosaburo ran to the landing point, twisted his body, and kicked the tennis ball back, but doubts arose in his heart.

His movements and the feeling of running seemed to be somewhat different from the past.

"Shua." But there was no time to think about it, because Yukimura Seichi had already started to take the initiative, and his figure appeared in front of the net in an instant, and the racket blocked the tennis ball sharply.

"Chi la." The tennis ball flew obliquely, leaving a shallow mark on the ground.

"So fast!! Yukimura is attacking." Liu Lian'er's eyes lit up.

The current situation on the field has changed a lot.

Yukimura Seichi, who had been defending almost all the time, now seems to have taken the initiative in the game.

On the contrary, Mori Jusaburo began to become passive.

"Spiritual hints are becoming stronger. If this continues, I may lose my vision." Mori Jusaburo blinked hard, and his originally blurred vision became solid.

"Is this hypnosis?"

Mori Kosaburo stepped firmly on the ground with his feet, and threw out his right hand.

"Bang." The tennis ball flew across an arc and fell towards the back of Seiichi Yukimura.

"It will be finished soon." Yukimura looked at Mori Kosaburo quietly, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

He stood on tiptoe and buckled down with his right hand.

The tennis ball burst out with amazing power in an instant, and it flashed past Mori Kosaburo's frontcourt.

"40-15."

"Senior lost points!! The minister's counterattack is about to begin!"

"It's about to start, Yukimura's Miewugan." Liu Lianer nodded: "Use continuous mental hints and hypnosis to score points, so as to put mental pressure on the opponent, and finally deprive the opponent of the five senses. This is Yukimura. The elimination of the five senses."

"Very interesting skill." Hearing this, Tokugawa Kazuya's eyes flickered: "However, if you can suppress the opponent from the beginning to the end, then this hypnosis should not be so easy to take effect."

"Furthermore, the psychological implication of this skill also needs to be formulated according to the opponent's physical condition. If the opponent's body suddenly changes, it should also have a certain impact."

(End of this chapter)