[Comprehensive] The Light Chaser

King Ni felt that he saw the dark night and the ancient palace, he could feel the coolness of the crescent moon, and the thorns that seemed to be stained with blood from the vainly distant perspective.

There is also the figure that had been glimpsed once, standing above the sky, holding a folding fan.

But in the blink of an eye, he was still in the sun, on the court.

The opponent on the opposite side is so dark, so ugly.

he thinks.

His spiritual power is afraid of the power coming from the opposite side, but the demon power thinks that the "person" on the opposite side is not a threat.

And across the net, the model in his mind is still calculating.

This is a game of tennis.The effect of external force still has to be pinned on this small yellow ball.They cannot let the power break the ball, must maintain a certain balance, and must abide by the basic rules that belong to tennis.

Cross the net, land on the ground, and press the line.

Amadeus serves with a dark air.

His "Dark Ball" can almost be said to be the corresponding version of Byodoin's "Light Ball".

Wrapped in black flames, it seems to be silent, but quietly distorts the time and space around the ball.During the change of the ball path, the tennis ball is beating in a small space.

It will land silently, and then spin a black vortex on the ground, and then score.

But Nioh won't let it fall.

He was still replaying the scene from the previous round in his mind.

Senior Tokugawa's eyes when chasing victory, and Senior Irie's belief that he was too embarrassed to stand up and fight to the end.

He hopes to win, and it is an undisputed way to win.

He remembered the fox demon who came on the clouds at the Dark Martial Arts Conference a few months ago.

People called him "Tamamo-mae".

He has the same taste as his mother.

At this time, the guard still hanging around his neck seemed to be pointing him in the right direction.

Half of his power was controlled by the seniors of the Byodoin Institute with great effort.But if you want to exert the greatest power, you will always have the most direct, or in other words, the form closest to the essence of blood.

What would that look like?

Nioh's first reaction was that of Tamamo, who was stepping on the cloud.

In fact, when he used a different dimension to guide his demon power, he used "Phantom" reflexively.

But this time the phantom is not his own body, but a phantom of another dimension just like the pirate who made the phantom of another dimension into the senior of Byodoin.

But perhaps it can no longer be called a phantom.

A more appropriate term is probably the imitation of demon power.

He vaguely understands that this is his unique ability, which is fundamentally different from the "phantom" in tennis at the beginning.

But what exactly?

It's not something he needs to think about right now.

Because standing on the field, there is only one thing he needs to consider, and that is to win the game!

Snapped!

The tennis ball is flattened and rounded between the rackets of two people.

Even through the TV broadcast lens, you can see the deformation of the tennis ball.

The audience couldn't help but start to worry - tennis balls jumping in a black and white "field" (in the eyes of ordinary people, this is a professional-level ability called "field"), really Won't it suddenly break into little pieces in the air?

How much fluff does tennis ball shed?

Can you stick to the end?

Nioh sped up again.

With his spirit, he raised the rhythm of the game to an incredible speed.

And Amadeus also followed, pressing harder and harder.

Is this the so-called "professional player"?

Nioh thought, he actually understands that with pure tennis basic skills and skills, he is no match for Amadeus on the opposite side.His existence on the tennis court and the way he plays now are just cheating.But this kind of cheating seems to be an unspoken rule recognized by the world.

That being the case, why do I care so much?

Nioh actually knew the answer.

Because he really likes tennis.

When a sudden change occurs, being alone (maybe there is a white fox with malicious intentions, but that is also himself, isn’t it? It may also be a fantasy, isn’t it? Is it possible for such a thing as the future self to exist? ) during that time, the only thing that accompanied him was tennis.If you take tennis as your spiritual sustenance, it seems that you are too weak.But he can't deny that slowly, tennis has changed from an ordinary hobby to a very important thing for him.

And the more I like it, the more I hope it can be pure.

This may be a naive idea.

Nioh gripped his racket tightly.

He controlled his spiritual power and demon power, allowing them to reach a balance of power, so that continuously increasing the strength of the power would not break the racket and hurt the tennis ball.

And tennis continues to speed up, and it continues to do tricks that make people wonder "Is this something humans can do?"

Who will reach the limit first?

Nioh thought, victory is really cruel.

But it's also worth it all.

It seemed that the human-shaped fox demon in a white robe had already walked in front of King Ren.

He became the first line of defense.

Because Amadeus started his attack after adapting to the rhythm.

The black fireworks carried an aura of destruction, and the space around the tennis ball seemed to be collapsing continuously, but upon closer inspection, it was still as calm as before.

The excessively fast speed cut open the space, and in a very short period of time, it vibrated at an overclocking speed, causing the time and space to be disordered, while the self-correcting time and space cut open the dust that was originally in the air when it returned to its original position.

If Mao rashly catches the ball with a racket at this time, the string will be shattered, right?

Or it may cause the racket to drop due to excessive displacement force.

But the racket wrapped in Yaoli is like adding an invisible vacuum layer and buffer zone.

The moment the racket came into contact with the tennis ball, the demon power wrapped around the racket flowed towards the tennis ball like flowing water.

The black fireworks seem to be real "black holes" that can absorb energy.

King Ren frowned.

The movements of his hands are still fast and light, and the angle of rotation is also controlled with incomparable precision.

The tennis ball slides on the racket and comes off the racket at the sweet spot.

Nioh used some "hardened" techniques, but he couldn't let the black power return as it was.

The tennis ball that flew back again had a bright yellow tail.

The power is neutralized.

The black fireworks wrapped around the tennis ball until it swallowed up the entire body of demon power and released it, "letting" the racket hit it back.

A war of attrition?

Another tennis ball with a black tail light flew towards the half court here.

At the same time, the fox demon holding the folding fan raised his hand again.

Swish!

Out of nowhere, a bright yellow light like a thunderbolt hit the tennis ball that had crossed the net.

The black tail light was directly smashed down, revealing the original tennis shape, spinning and drawing a smooth arc in the air.And Nioh held the racket with both hands on the toes, and jumped up with one leg when the center moved to the left foot——

Snapped!

Like a "JackKnife" whip.

However, no one can confidently say that this is the classic "JackKnife".

In addition to the spin that doubles on the ball as it swipes across the frame quickly, there is also a white halo that seems to be opposite to the black tail light after flying out.

The red light in Amadeus' eyes became more and more obvious.

"How long can you hold back?!"

Niwang raised his eyes.

His demon power was consumed quickly, but he didn't panic.

"Do you really think that we are fighting a protracted war evenly matched?"

Amadeus froze.

The English with a strange tone awakened his reason.

Boom!

The tennis ball landed at his feet.

He raised his head and heard the referee's whistle.

"Gamewonby Japan, 6-3!"

...The end of the first game?

when? !

"This world is originally false." King Ren pretended to be an opera tone.

But he hasn't seen many operas, and he's really not interested in them, so the nondescript lines seem too exaggerated.

Anyway, Amadeus was not in the mood to appreciate it.

He seemed to be unable to believe that he was being deceived, and he seemed to be unable to tell whether the reality in his cognition was real or the current situation was real——

It became.

Niwang breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought, the illusion has no flaws.

There is only a thin line between truth and falsehood.

And overconfidence can only make the barriers between them thinner.

Can't believe that you will lose to an Asian middle school student?

Niwang pursed his lips.

His demon power was almost exhausted, and the fox demon in front of him almost disappeared.

But the radiance on his body grew even stronger.

The spiritual power that was originally needed to suppress the demon power was liberated.

And mental power can finally run smoothly.

This is the easiest power for him to control.

Nioh wiped his sweat with his hand and threw the tennis ball.

And the light gradually dispelled the darkness.

This is too much like a scene in an illusion, but it meets people's consistent psychological expectations, just like the daylight dispelling the shadows of the night at dawn, people hope for the arrival of light.

Amadeus was still there when the second whistle blew.

But the sound of inhalation sounded on and off the field still woke him up.

He seemed to wake up from a long dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw only a messy field and a square court.There was no light, no shadows, nothing in the court, as if it was just an ordinary, intense tennis match.

What about the score?

He turned his head and saw the two scores below the singles three.

6-3．

7-5．

……

Not an illusion? !

He suddenly looked at the Asian boy across from him.

The white-haired boy also looked exhausted, and even had some scratches on his body, which were caused by his familiar dark ball.

But this score...what the hell is going on? !

"you……"

"I won." King Ni took two steps forward and held out his hand to him.

So all of Amadeus' questions were blocked in his throat.

Instead of cheers, Nioh was met with silence as he walked back to the rest area.

He pursed his lips, and blinked a little aggrieved, wondering why no one celebrated me?

"Good job." Byodoin, who was leaning against the door, said calmly.

Niwang turned to look at him.

"It's very courageous." Byodoin paused, and the tone didn't sound like a compliment, "Such a tactic won't work if you use it again."

"No way." King Ren retorted, "This is a talent."

What talent?

The talent of a fraudster.

For him, there is no difference between truth and falsehood.

And what does the opponent see?

The scene the subconscious wants to see?

No, it is not.It is a spectacle controlled by a deceitful subject.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, this is a trick...

"This is my tennis," Nioh said, "don't underestimate him."

Byodoin raised an eyebrow.

He looked at King Ren in surprise, and said after a while, "Look down? I don't have the qualifications."