[Net King] Unparalleled Lucky

"What kind of trick is that? Closing your eyes makes you stronger?" Uesugi Yuki said excitedly after being surprised.

Now, not only Uesugi Yuki, but even his teammates who are on the same team as Fuji feel that this is the bottom-of-the-box trick that Fuji has come up with.

Perhaps now only Yukimura knows that Fuji at this time didn't use any tricks at all, just to listen to the wind more seriously.The breakthrough that surprised the audience is just that Fuji no longer hides himself. After all, the initial warm-up match is over.

Buer closed his eyes, but everything on the court was clearer in his mind.

Opponents chasing tennis balls on the opposite side, Seiki beside him, and the gentle breeze everywhere.

Running speed, standing position, and returning power.The impact of the resistance and power given by the wind on the opponent's hitting, the data analysis of the controllable range...

No one knew how much data was being calculated in Buer's mind at this moment.

Close your eyes, just to concentrate and make the final confirmation.

Swing and serve again!

Everyone can see that Buer, who has been in the backcourt, has gone online!

This round was very long, and the score that could be determined after two or three hits in the past was stretched by Bu Er for a full 10 minutes!

"What does he want to do?" That's the question everyone, whether spectators or tennis players, want to ask.

Suddenly, just after another blow, someone suddenly noticed that Tom and Terry of the American team had unknowingly stood side by side on the center line, and they were still very symmetrical, one left and one right, with the same distance!

At this moment, facing the roaring tennis ball, Fuji's movements changed.

He cocked the racket and the handle hit the tennis ball straight forward!

"This is impossible!" Countless people in the auditorium couldn't help standing up.

And at that moment, the yellow tennis ball suddenly split into two at the handle, like two beams of light flying past Terry and Tom's hands without landing!

Behind them, the straight ball lines converged again, leaving a dark trail.

The whole room was silent.

The big screen was replaying, and Buer's movements were slowed down and slowed down again. That amazing goal left a capital 'Y' in everyone's mind.

You, Yuki.

For you.

The trials were still being broadcast live, and it was already night overseas, a man was holding his coffee cup, his eyes suddenly lit up on the TV.

He originally intended to wait for the new generation of samurai son of Echizen Nanjiro, who was famous overseas, but he never thought that it was just a doubles one, which surprised him greatly.

"Statistics, ball control, mentality... oh, maybe, something else I haven't noticed?"

Before he knew it, he put down the coffee cup in his hand, straightened his sitting posture, and began to look forward to the continuation of the game.

"Jingshi, are you together?"

"Together." Yukimura smiled, and the magnificence of the ball just now seemed to remain in front of his eyes.

We agreed to go out to the world.

it has started.

Both go online and fight side by side.

On the stage of this world, the brilliance of Yukimura Seiichi and Fuji Shusuke can be displayed.

Mental power shrouded!

The blue is like an ocean, instantly filling the entire stadium!

Gentle light, refreshing wind.The air seems to be filled with a warm smell, which seems to be filled with a cool and gentle feeling, like returning to nature and being caressed by the mother's arms, making people unable to help but gradually let go of their hearts.

The wind reverberated in my ears, like drumbeats that were stirred up, and the echoes that fell were long and long.The wonderful sense of rhythm plays back frame by frame, and the eyelids seem to be pressed by an unknown force, quietly dreaming in the chaos, and there seems to be a wonderful paradise hidden in the illusion.

At this time, not only the spectators close to the stadium and the two brothers on the opposite side, but even Yukimura seemed to indulge himself into a state of letting go.

Mild, soft, cool, natural, wide.

This is the heart of non-duality.

Yukimura was in a daze, and when he opened his eyes again, the things around him had completely changed.

He was in a vast forest.The primitive landscape is full of ancient trees that cover the sky and the sun, and long vines hang down everywhere, carrying a mysterious and silent color.

As soon as the wind blows, this piece of deep green is slightly rippling, like an ocean.

Those purple eyes reflected strong colors, and his heart felt a little itchy for a moment.

In the eyes of Tom and Tally, a man appeared.

A man who led them out of the poor life of street performers, but also stained the tennis balls in their hands with worldliness, which made them both grateful and incomprehensible.

It is this person who digs out their commercial value and gives them fame, wealth and money that were unimaginable in their dreams. Even if they give up their purest insistence on tennis, under the pressure of life and reality, such a What's wrong with swapping?

Even if their coach is so worldly and sees them as a money-making tool, they are grateful to him after all.

It's just that when he finally understood this, the tennis racket in his hand suddenly became extremely heavy.

What they are invincible now is their past selves.

The audience in the front field began to have the most obsessed picture in front of them.

Or a person, or a thing, or a thing in memory.Those meanings are so special, so attractive, and so fascinating.

Only Buer's pair of azure blue pupils had a cold and translucent light.In front of him, above the heads of all the bewildered people in the entire arena, obsessions gathered around him, and the excessive mental strength caused a vortex of another dimension that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

In this vast green forest, the leaves are layered on top of each other, and only a little sunlight can fall in the gaps between the fingernails.But Yukimura insisted on raising his head, even though the dazzling light made him unable to open his eyes, he seemed to be able to see clearly the pair of blue eyes outlined in his mind, perhaps even bluer and purer than the sky.

Suddenly, dark clouds overwhelmed the environment, and the wind howled.The last ray of light in the forest also disappeared, and darkness began to grow where Yukimura's sight fell, and the birds and beasts on the trees flew away, leaving only the sound of mourning.

"Zhou Zhu..." His voice was scattered in the forest without leaving a trace.

Closing his eyes was only for a moment, and when Yukimura opened his eyes again, the purple pupils gradually took on a thick ink color.The smile on his face faded away, and the handsome face was filled with sternness, and the fair complexion was clearly distinguished in the darkness.

His figure gradually disappeared into the depths of the forest, like a god's mansion in battle armor tore off the last veil of cover, and the creatures retreated wherever the road passed.

He and Yukimura are now connected in consciousness.

When the coolness surged deep in his heart, and he was in the center of this storm, Bu Er's eyes were empty, and he lost his mind for a moment.

This kind of imagery that takes a lot of effort is no longer something that can be achieved with the spiritual power of the two lives.If it wasn't for the practice match with Tezuka Sanada a few days ago, the world that Yukimura created for him by himself made him finally touch the threshold of another dimension, then today's gorgeous visual feast would have taken him a lot of time. No matter how hard you try, you can't do it.

Even so, his understanding of different dimensions is only based on the evolution of experience in his previous life. As for the real end point that can be reached in the future, Budu today cannot give himself a clear answer.

At this time, a smile appeared on Bu Er's face: Well, he is still older, and it seems to feel good to be relied on occasionally?

Another dimension...Jingshi, this is the closest opportunity I created for you to become a god.

The night drove away the day, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, but it was cold to the bone.

The forest is silent, the trees seem to lose their vitality in the bleakness, the leaves fall one after another, and they are crushed into mud.

Yukimura suddenly stopped walking, because in this lingering darkness, a light suddenly appeared in front of him.

Where there is only one ray of warm sun, there is a huge, ancient tree.His green is unique in this darkness, and the verdant branches and leaves seem to be glowing.

And at the bottom of the tree, the boy sleeping in his clothes seemed to melt into Yukimura's cold heart like a stream of warmth.

He opened his eyes, his blue pupils were as clear as water.

Yukimura walked forward as if bewildered, and unconsciously his outstretched right hand was about to touch the boy's face.However, when there was only one centimeter left, his movements suddenly stopped.

The aura on Yukimura's body exploded in an instant, he stared at the boy in front of him, his hand turned and stretched directly to the boy's fragile neck, his stern and stern tone made it hard to believe the gentleness and harmlessness of the last second: "You are not him."

The tone is determined.Those eyes, no matter how clear and moving, no matter how blue as the sea, could not reach the sky in his heart.

The corner of the young man's lips curled into a strange arc, he laughed, his body turned into a ray of wind in his hands, and when he reappeared, he was holding a long sword, and the sharp blade pointed straight at Yukimura's chest!

"Bah—"

The sound of sharp weapons colliding suddenly exploded!

In Yukimura's hand, suddenly appeared a gun as tall as a man!

"To eliminate the five senses, I want to control it." After finishing the sentence, countless complex and mysterious patterns emerged from the handle of the gun, and he broke the offensive of the sharp sword with a spear.

"The illusory dreamland is for dominance." After the second sentence, the head of □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□

There was a smile on Yukimura's lips, but he was extremely arrogant and noble. He stabbed the sharp knife into the chest in front of him: "And Zhou Zhu is irreplaceable to me."

Blood sprayed everywhere, but his cheeks were stained with scarlet, but his face was magnificent. He put away his pen, no longer looked at the figure that disappeared behind him, and his fingers landed on the slightly rough tree trunk——

For a moment, the light shines——

"Here I am, crowned as a god."

"Alice! The club will sign me back for the doubles in this Japan-US exchange match right away! No matter what the cost!"

This night, the lights in the distance are brilliant.

The author has something to say:

The writing is getting more and more fantasy, I'm so stuck that I'm dying! ! !