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

"Shadow clone? That's just fancy talk!"

Off the field.

Sanada said coldly.

With just this little trick, not only Yukimura, but 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.

"really."

Tachibana, Chitose and the others also nodded.

In this world, there has never been a so-called art of clones. It is similar to that, the ability to reach the level of true "clone" is also the more top-level ability of the Avalokitesvara and Alaya consciousness.

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

"This serve."

at the same time.

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

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

"call."

Duolong took a deep breath to relieve some of the pressure, then took a serious attitude to receive the ball: "Go on."

"it is good."

Yukimura nodded.

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

Bang!

The crisp sound stirred.

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

"Well come."

Having suffered a loss once, Duolong was more cautious this time. He tried his best to see the trajectory of the tennis ball, quickly turned sideways and swung the racket, and at the moment the tennis ball bounced off the ground, he quickly hit it with the racket.

Bang!

The crisp sound of hitting the ball sounded.

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

Bang!

however.

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

"30-0."

Doron failed to catch up with the tennis ball.

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

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

The boy sighed inwardly.

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

"This guy has quite a bit of fighting spirit."

Sanada raised his eyebrows lightly.

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

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

but.

Although Doron seemed tough, he was no match for Yukimura. He fought hard, but he could only last a few more rounds before being suppressed by Yukimura.

Bang!

Suddenly.

The tennis ball hits the ground.

It fell from Doron's backhand side and bounced out under his shocked gaze.

"Another line-pressing shot?"

Under the ninja's mask, the boy's face was filled with shock.

This made him feel the same pressure as when he faced the top high school students of the French team.

"No!"

Duolong thought to himself: "Even Senior Bart and Senior Moro probably can't reach this level."

It's not just his skills, but more of his calm aura. Facing this young man, Duolong 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 emotions. As long as you seize the opponent's emotional weakness, you can turn defeat into victory."

This is Doron's tactic.

No one, including Barthes, Moreau, Delacroix, Georges, and the French prince Charudaru, could escape his secret tricks.

In the entire French team, only the main player Camus could block Doron's spiritual secrets.

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

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The game continues.

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

Bang!

Yukimura takes action.

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

"hiss"

Under the shocked gaze of the French players, the tennis ball flew over the tip of Doron's racket, which was stretched as far as possible.

"The first set is over."

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

"it turns out."

The French fans were bewildered.

No one expected that the French team, 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, Qi Yuanze said with awe on his face.

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

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

For a kid in the first grade of junior high school, it is really crazy to give himself such a nickname.

however.

As Yukimura challenged the senior players of the team one by one and defeated them, no one doubted his ability. From then on, until he met Ishikawa, Yukimura won all the games in the junior high school league and never let his opponent get a single point.

Now, seeing the morning sun shining on Yukimura, who seemed to be bathed in divine light, they seemed to see the "Son of God" from that year!

"Doron."

During the break, Camus glanced at his teammates and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Me? Of course."

The young man took off his ninja mask, revealing his white teeth, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, commander. The enemy has fallen into my trap."

The so-called crushing defeat was just his trick. Duolong believed that once he used his secret technique, the situation of the game would change drastically.

"Well, I believe you."

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

Although he had doubts in his heart, Camus knew that now was not the time to discourage the other party. Moreover, he was quite confident in Duolong's secret skills.

"The second set begins."

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

Bang!

Immediately.

A serve as sharp as the wind was fired.

Seeing this, Sanada's eyes trembled slightly. Yukimura's current strength, even if he didn't deliberately use his skills, the speed of the tennis ball he hit was already faster than his speed.

Bang!

but.

Doron responded quickly.

In the match with Yukimura, he adapted to his opponent's rhythm to a certain extent, allowing him to quickly reach the level where he usually performs above his level.

But because of this, his physical energy consumption is also greater than usual.

After only three or five rounds, he revealed a fatal flaw, which was found by Yukimura, who killed him with one blow.

Bang!

"15-0."

"call"

Duolong exhaled deeply.

too strong!

If he didn't still have a trump card in his hand, he even doubted whether he could win the game.

The next game was the same as the first one. Doron was suppressed to the point where he couldn't even raise his head. As time went on, Yukimura won five games in a row without losing a single point.

Snap.

Looking at the tennis ball rolling behind Doron, the junior high school students of the French team were so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

too exaggerated!

Duolong, who has good skills and is ranked among the top three among junior high school students, has not scored a single point so far? Some people even pinched their faces in disbelief, thinking they were dreaming.

"about there."

Feeling the pressure from losing points continuously, Doron took out a tennis ball and tapped it gently after exchanging positions, then caught it in his hand.

“Welcome to my tennis territory!”

Bang!

The words fell.

He hit a quick serve.

Yukimura, who received the serve, quickly hit the tennis ball over.

Snapped!

The tennis ball hits the ground.

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

"Um?!"

However, Duolong, who was using the secret technique [Five Vehicles Technique], narrowed his eyes quietly after seeing the trace of the landing point still sticking to the bottom line.

"how is this possible?"

"He was hit by my [Wedding Car], and he was only affected to this extent?"

The so-called Five Vehicles Technique is a very advanced technique of emotional mobilization. Through exaggerated performances, you can guide the opponent's emotional changes, seize their exposed weaknesses, and play a winning goal.

Among them, [Happy Car] is to create an opportunity by praising the opponent. [Angry Car] is to use tactics to make the opponent angry and lose his cool. [Sad Car] is to use sad emotions to induce the opponent to sympathize with oneself. [Happy Car] is to use the method of giving gifts to change the opponent's emotions and take the opportunity to attack their weaknesses.

Using these secret techniques, Doron defeated Barthes, Moreau, Delacroix, Georges, and the French prince Charudaru.

And from the beginning of the match, he has been performing, trying to bring out the emotions in his opponent and disrupt his opponent's tennis.

Now, he has indeed succeeded.

But it was only half successful.

Because although Yukimura was affected, his shots were still fierce and terrifying. Every time he made a move, Duolong felt terrified.

"No, I have to come up with a trick."

After using four secret techniques in succession but failing to make any progress, Duolong's expression changed completely.

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

Bang!

Thoughts turned.

Duolong swung his racket to hit the ball, and at the same time, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. That cold gaze seemed to swallow Yukimura whole.

This is [fear of cars]!

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

Doron used this trick only once.

That was when he was challenging the main general Camus. After he used the four techniques of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in succession but none of them worked, he used the ultimate Five Chariots Technique - Fear of Chariots!

however.

His strongest move had no effect on Camus. The opponent's mental strength had reached an incredible level. With just one glance, he broke Duolong's Five Vehicles Technique.

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

Bang!

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

"How can it be?!"

Doron was confused.

He never expected that even [Fear of Cars] would have no effect on this person.

Snapped!

And this time.

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

"Have you finally noticed it?"

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

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

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

"Could it be that?"

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

Did the other party 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 by, he clearly felt that the light within his field of vision was gradually dimming.

Bang!

At this time.

Yukimura's return ball landed in front of him. As soon as Duolong raised his racket, he felt the scene in front of him gradually dim. Finally, there was only darkness in his eyes.

"Gudu."

Looking at the pitch-black scene in front of him, Duolong couldn't help swallowing.

Vision!

This time it was vision that was deprived!

Compared with his sense of touch, Duolong, who had lost his sight, was obviously more panicked. But before he could react, the tennis ball, which he judged should have landed on his backhand side, suddenly stopped making any sound.

Not only that, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

It was as if someone had turned off the volume button, and his entire world was dark. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, so still that it gave him a creepy feeling.

"Is it hearing this time?"

Doron forced a helpless smile on his face.

At this moment, 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 and vitality, but now it seemed as if all his strength had been drained away and he was no longer prepared to fight back.

"No! No!"

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

This moment.

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

Swish!

Immediately.

He seemed to have made up his mind. After tucking the racket under his armpit, he quickly made hand seals with both hands.

“When facing a battle, all are lined up in front.”

As Duolong uttered the nine-character mantra, his mental strength surged. His strong will instantly destroyed the mental prison that had been deprived of his five senses.

Swish!

Subsequently.

Duolong looked at his opponent with sharp eyes.

Having used a forbidden trick, he was about to launch an unprecedented fierce attack.

"Um?!"

but.

The moment Doron's eyes met Yukimura's, his body trembled violently.

patter

Subsequently.

Under the shocked gazes of others, the racket in Doron's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"competition is over."

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

"What on earth is that look?"

the other side.

Duolong, who was in despair, murmured.

Just now, when he was performing the forbidden move [Nine-Character Mantra], he was shocked by Yukimura's gaze. Because in the other's blue eyes, Duolong saw a terrifying gaze 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 top players from the French team and was highly regarded by Camus, had an unshakable thought in his mind.

“Is this person really a junior high school student?”