Mirror World!

That's how the trace is called. Unlike Nioh's imitation transformation, Kent's move is to completely copy the opponent's movements, even down to every detail.

And this is the result after a game. In other words, in just one game, Kent was able to see through all of the Trace's tricks and copy them exactly, even a few points stronger. This kind of mystery can be called a perversion.

"Troublesome"

The trace is hunched, and the body swings from side to side, carefully watching the opponent's movements. Opposite, Kent's replica of the 'Trace' tossed the ball high into the air, and then lay on his back, his eyes bursting with colorful light.

"Don - Wye - Se - Serve - Ball !!"

Kent moves more elegantly than the traces, more like traditional Western aristocrats.

Bang~

The tennis ball accelerates in mid-air and abruptly changes trajectory after crossing the service line. In addition, it is a 90-degree right angle, and it falls in a straight line without any warning.

"Sneer"

The tennis ball went down to its lowest point, rolled up a puff of dust, and slid out against the ground.

At that moment, the trace moved. He took a step across, his eyes staring, time seemed to slow down around him, and the world turned black and white. Suddenly, the moment the tennis ball hit one of the grains of sand and changed its trajectory, the racket he was holding swung forward.

"Bang~!"

The tennis ball was knocked high and slammed into the corner. Kent also stopped, he looked at the trace, frowned, and said, "What, give up your original style of play?" ”

Jibu said lightly: "I just want to try a new way of playing!" ”

Kent was silent for a while, shook his head, and sighed, "But is it really good to give up your own style?" ”

His body shook, but he quickly regained his composure. However, there was still a little hesitation in his eyes. Abandon the previous style, that kind of gorgeous tennis that can make people scream, is it really good?

Suddenly, the image of a man came to his mind.

"Hello! The king of Monkey Mountain! ”

Echizen's disdainful look was clearly reflected in his mind. He remembered that it was the National Competition Ice Emperor vs. Qingxue's match, two wins and two losses, a battle that decided the fate of the Ice Emperor.

But, he was defeated! When he pressed the boy to a desperate situation, the other party evolved and turned into another Tezuka, and used the Tezuka domain to crack his ice world.

Afterwards, he thought that he should not have cornered the other party. That boy is like a spring with no limits, the harder he presses, the worse he loses in the end.

This was true of Sanada at the Kanto Championship, and it was the same with him at the National Championship.

"Am I really wrong?"

This idea is like a seed of a virus, rooted in the heart of the trace. The original confidence also began to collapse, and Kent's words, like a spell, made the doubts in the trace department's heart even stronger.

He is the king of the Ice Emperor, but he is about to abdicate and has no more supporters. He is the first heir of the Trace Consortium, but he does not want to be bound by the family business, that is not the path he wants to take. He used to be the proud son of heaven, the man of the year in Japanese junior high school tennis, but he no longer dazzled.

"Keigo Keibe! Is this what you call enlightenment? Sanada was like an emperor, looking down at him with eyes like knives.

After that, he saw Yukimura, the other party was wearing Lihai's team uniform, and the corners of his mouth were smiling: "Keigo Jibe, an exaggerated genius!" In his tone, there was a little disdain and some sympathy, like a son of God who was indifferent to everything in the world.

Then, he saw Fuji, Chitose, Tachibana and others. They were either emotional or sarcastic, looking at him as if they were clowns.

At this time, hearty laughter came. When the trace department looked up, he saw that Bai Shi and Phoenix were looking at him, with mockery in their eyes, and Bai Shi at the front smiled faintly: "How is it, trace department!" Found your way? ”

Tracebe didn't answer, dragging his tired body and continuing to walk in the dark.

At this moment, a bright light appeared in front of him, and the figure swayed, step by step out of the darkness, and his face gradually became clear. A familiar face, behind wide lenses, with an ancient look in the eyes, and the face is always the same seriousness and frost.

The other party did not speak, and walked in front of him with an unchanged expression. The light went away with him, and the surroundings grew darker. The light and shadow swayed and faded away, leaving only the long, arrogant back.

As if exhausted, the trace stopped. At this moment, a voice came. His ears moved, and when he heard the sound clearly, his body trembled slightly.

"Winner! Ice Emperor! "Winner! Ice Emperor! "Winner! Ice Emperor! ”

"Da"

With a snap of his fingers, the surrounding cries suddenly disappeared.

Stepping, stepping, footsteps from far and near, a figure gradually revealed. Seeing the person coming clearly, Jibu's face became extremely complicated, and he said in a trembling voice: "Hiyoshi! Even you! ”

"Da!" Hiyoshi snapped his fingers, the light around him grew stronger, and a few more people walked out next to him, it was Shinobu and Cilang. Suddenly, the racket that Hiyoshi was holding in his right hand was facing the track.

"The following is my creed! And isn't this law of the jungle exactly what you gave me? ”

"The Ice Emperor needs a new king! And you, it's in the past! ”

After speaking, he didn't look at the other party again, and left with a few people. All around, there was darkness again, quiet, cold. Gradually, the trace body became numb and unconscious. But he didn't care, because he didn't even have the strength to care!

Darkness gradually enveloped him!

Just then, a roar came. "Keigo Keibe! How long are you going to play dead?!!! ”

Streaming down~

Suddenly, Kent discovers that the temperament on the trace has changed abruptly. The black air was billowing into the sky, and his eyes were red, like a beast's irrational mania.

"Oops!" Kent was in a hurry, originally he wanted to block back the words that the trace department did not have the slightest enlightenment, who would have thought that such a change would happen. His words probably touched the deepest part of the trace's heart, the most fatal self-knowledge.

"Hey, hey"

The traces of black gas on his face were smiling. At this moment, he no longer has the appearance of a noble son, more like a demon hidden in the dark.

Kent was anxious, and he was ready to end the game and forcibly pull the trace back. Otherwise, the traces will no longer be the traces they used to be! He remembers that in the history of tennis, there have been too many examples of madness because of obsession.

At this moment, he keenly noticed that the dark aura on the trace body slowly weakened and transformed into another temperament. His own body began to dissolve, to pieces, to scatter, to merge into the body of the traces.

The moment he fused with the traces, Kent saw it, the tumbling waves were still, and the surrounding guards and the anxious butler Mitchell froze. Time stopped, and in his heart, he suddenly had an understanding.

"It turns out that I'm just his obsession?!!"

"Bang!"

Irie struck the tennis ball away again, his chest heaving, and he inhaled air rapidly.

At this point, on the scoreboard, it reads "3:3!" ”

It seems normal, but in fact he has played five rounds. With one against two, and also take care of the pig teammate of the trace! This is already very rare, you must know that he is not a physical player, compared to Oni and Shiraishi.

It's not the limit, but it's not the way to go.

At this time, Ivanov, who grabbed the point where the ball landed, raised his racket and made a strong hitting posture. He smirked, and when he saw the extremely expensive Irijiang on the side, he strengthened his strength a little again.

"Bang!"

The tennis ball is like a red meteor, rubbing against the air, giving off a burnt smell. At the extreme, it emitted a crackling electric explosion. The flames were wrapped in purple lightning, and they flew fiercely towards the traces.

"Click"

The old butler, Mitchell, cracked his knuckles, and he looked at Ivanov as if he were looking at a dead man. However, he is now powerless and can only rely on the young master's teammates.

"Damn it!" Irie cursed in his heart, kicked his feet, and prepared to block it.

Suddenly, he noticed an evil, demonic aura emanating from the trace. With a gaze, the dark road into the river is not good. Seeing that this momentum was getting stronger and stronger, Ivanov's attack was also in front of him. With a twist in his heart, he suddenly stopped his movements, took a sharp breath, and shouted:

"Keigo Keibe! How long are you going to play dead?!!! ”

There was a sudden angry shout, and the people around were stunned.

Mitchell was also stunned, he looked at Irie in a daze, he didn't expect that the other party didn't make a move! Suddenly, like a madman, he suddenly rushed to the court.

The players of the Japanese team were also stunned, the opponent attacked the trace department, Irie saw death and did not save it, and the old housekeeper of the trace department rushed towards the court like crazy?

It all came so suddenly, they didn't have time to react.

"Boom !!"

A loud bang was heard, and the whole body of the trace was as if it had been hit by a cannonball, and the dust erupted in the sky, obscuring everyone's sight.

"Young Master !! Trace"

Mitchell pushed away the security guards who stood in the way, shouting heartbreakingly. The Japanese team members looked at Ivanov angrily, and then turned into angry eyes at Irie. The spectators outside the stadium were also indignant, so the game had no aesthetic at all, let alone the basic competitive spirit.

Mitchell was ready to rush to the center of the field. But he was stopped by the security guards who came back to his senses, and he was furious, and his white beard was so angry that he shouted, "Do you know who he is? Can you afford it?"

The security guards looked at each other, kept silent, and continued their work.

At this moment, a flat voice came: "Stand down, Mitchell!" ”

Hearing this, Mitchell's hands trembled, and a line of tears flowed from his eyes. However, he did not retreat, just quietly watched into the depths of the smoke.

The smoke cleared, and a man walked out. His hair was upside down, exuding a distinctive temperament, and his eyes were full of colorful colors. It's the trace.

He glanced at Irie and nodded. Then, look at the referee.

"Referee! Why don't you award this ball? ”

Wow!

The audience also reacted, this guy, the terrifying blow just now didn't hurt him? What's more, he actually woke up?

At this time, the referee's eyes fell on the court, and after a careful look, he coughed twice and said: "Game! Into the river, the trace! 4:3！ ”

What the?

Ivanov's face changed, and suddenly, his eyes focused on the tennis ball rolling beside him. A chill welled up in his heart, and the other party not only responded to his mortal blow, but also, at such a close distance, he didn't even notice it!

"Damn, this must be a hallucination!"