Fear, fear, subconscious resistance, the traces can't tell what it's like. The man in front of him was really terrifying, and those eyes were like demonic pupils, making him constantly make mistakes, and he couldn't raise a trace of fighting intent.

"Spiritual assassins?" Fuji read Yanagi's description of Yue Chi, this title, this person should be the same player as Yukimura.

Kikumaru on the side looked at Liu curiously, he was immediately interested in Liu's intelligence source, how did this guy get the other party's information this night.

"Ahh In the back mountain of Hesu, a man with black glasses was lying on the grass blowing a cool breeze, a trace of coolness hit, he half sat up, looked at the scenery in the distance and was stunned, "Liu, this guy, I didn't expect it to be so strong." Speaking of which, their players this year are really strong."

At this time, on the field, the trace department made another mistake, and the score became 3:1, and the second army fell into the upper hand.

Nioh restored his original appearance, walked up to the trace and looked at him deeply, "Trace department, what is wrong with you?" ”

His brows furrowed, as if he was fighting with his heart, and his complexion kept changing. With his hands clenched into fists and his nails embedded in his flesh, he said with difficulty: "I fell for the opponent's trick when I was exchanging venues just now, and I couldn't concentrate at all!" ”

Sure enough, it's a mental trick. Nioh sighed inwardly, and his face kept changing, as if he was making some difficult decision. And the trace was so confused that he didn't notice his face.

"A military Yue Zhi moonlight serves, the end of a game!"

The game started again, but the situation was getting worse and worse for the second army, and it was Yue Zhi who shot in this game, and the second army simply couldn't crack his extremely fast Mach serve.

"Aha!" Yue Zhi shouted, his body leaned forward suddenly, and the racket in his hand was aimed at the racket with a strong force.

"It's terrible" Koharu hugged Yuji tightly in fright, covering his face with his hands and not daring to look at the ball.

"Whew"

With a soft sigh, Nioh's body trembled, and he finally understood Tezuka's feeling, and his mood was synchronized with Tezuka, and his transfiguration took another step. I saw that the surroundings of his body were like ripples, and in an instant, he transformed into another person.

"Move~Like~Thunder~Thunder!"

A bolt of lightning struck, and Nioh's body suddenly moved to the spot where the ball landed, holding the racket high in both arms, aiming at Yuezhi's Mach serve, and slashing downward.

"Crackle-crack-"

Fast as thunder, powerful as lightning, this is Sanada's most powerful move. In the blink of an eye, the ball skipped in front of Yue Zhi and Maori's eyes, and the slightest arc of light illuminated their faces, and the surprised expressions were clearly visible.

"Hey"

However, Maori moved at this moment, and his legs ran like fans, catching up with the ball before the lightning disappeared.

"Bang!"

Maybe it's not the real thunder, Nioh's ball doesn't have Sanada's overwhelming attack power, and it was hit back by Maori.

"Whoosh~"

The ball slices across the midfield and spins at high speed in mid-air. Sanada, which Nioh had conjured up, erupted with a powerful aura around him, and the air currents led the trajectory of the tennis ball to the outside of the court.

"This is? The Phantom of Tezuka? Kikumaru exclaimed. The rest of the people also looked at this scene blankly, Tezuka Phantom, that is a technique that is sixty percent higher than the rotation of Tezuka's domain, and the magic skill that makes the opponent hit the ball and fly out of the field, that guy actually learned it, how could they not be surprised!

“out，15:0.”

"This is not what another junior high school student used to play against Yamato again," a high school recalled.

"That's right, it's that amazing trick, I didn't expect this guy to do it too. But," the other sighed, but in the end, he remembered something and paused.

"Oh?" Yue Zhi looked at the 'Tezuka' with a straight face, and praised: "It's another magic trick, but it's a pity, it's another short-lived trick." ”

Glancing at the other party quite regretfully, Yue Zhi had a greater grasp of this game. One person loses his fighting spirit and is basically impossible to pick up a racket in the game, while the other person is forcibly shortening the time of his game

"Out, game, Second Army, 2:3."

With the Shadow of the Missuka and the Nioh of Ray, the score was recovered in a short time. But he couldn't be happy, these two magic skills were so burdensome on the body, and this was a doubles, and the guy in the trace department lost his combat power. It was the toughest match he has faced since he got into tennis.

The trace standing behind him felt bitter in his heart, and he had a hard time getting rid of those eyes. If this continues, Nioh will be overwhelmed, and their challenge will become a joke and a clown.

However, his spirit could not get rid of those eyes, like a nightmare, pressing him tightly

"Bang!"

"Snort"

"Game, Second Army, 3:3."

Flicking his somewhat paralyzed arm, Nioh lifted the trail out of the court. The two glanced at each other, and both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes, and if they couldn't break serve in the next game, the situation would be even more difficult.

Tilting his head sideways, he saw the determination that flashed in Nioh's eyes, and he knew that this guy would definitely win the game at any cost. Just because of his bad situation, this is a doubles, and the opponent is not an ordinary person, he actually avoided the game and let others stand in the way.

"Keigo Kibe, you're so bad!" scolded himself for being incompetent, and the bruises on his forehead appeared.

Stepping into the arena again, he felt that Nioh's steps had become a little heavy. On the other side, Maori smiled: "I have to admit that your strength is beyond our expectations, but this is a doubles, and you are doomed to lose." ”

Nioh looked up and looked at him with a smile, "Maori senpai, you have to hold your serve first." ”

Maori stopped talking and hit the ball over.

"Bang!"

Nioh's response was crisp, but both Mori and Kochichi saw the high-speed spin beneath the surface of the ball, and no matter how they hit back, the ball would go out of bounds. Unless they use a higher spin than that, but the two obviously don't do that, and they don't have that much to do with winning or losing a game or two.

"Smack"

Yue Zhi lightly slapped it and hit an extremely high lob ball.

“out，15:0.”

However, the Phantom of Tezuka is like an absolute event, and tennis is out of bounds again.

Nioh gasped as he used 'Thunder' and 'Tezuka Phantom' one after another, and the burden on his arms and knees reached three times that of the usual one, and his body was not excellent in the first place, but now this weakness was even more obvious.

"It doesn't matter to you!" After two rounds of play, he has gradually adapted to the opponent's mental oppression, and has slowly grasped the initiative, and the time to recover his attention is getting shorter and shorter.

Nioh shook his head, he didn't want to talk now, every bit of his body was a reliance to persevere

"Bang!"

"Out, game, Second Army, 4:3."

"Finally pulled it back, I didn't expect that Nioh to be able to skillfully use Sanada and Tezuka's tricks!" Kikumaru couldn't help but say, Nioh's outburst made him see the strength of King Lihaida again. Perhaps, the Four Heavenly Treasure Temple is the only school that can suppress Lihai.

"It's not so optimistic, you look at Nioh's knees and arms, the consumption of 'Thunder' and 'Tezuka Phantom' is too great." Fuji worried. When two top fighters use their moves at the same time, the side effects are not ordinary.

Qianye next to him said, "Moreover, the next game is the service game of the trace department, and the situation is not optimistic." ”

Everyone was silent, was the first game going to be lost?

After the two sides exchanged venues again, the referee looked at the traces of sweat on his face and said: "Jingwu of the Second Army Traces Department serves, and the game is over!" ”

'Serve' was a little nervous, and this was the first time he had been nervous about serving since he learned tennis. The hand took out a ball from his trouser pocket, but it was all sweat because of the excessive pressure before.

The tennis ball rolls out of his hand.

Slippery hands? The whole person was stunned.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work, in my opinion, he won't want to hold the racket in this game!" A high school said in a firm tone.

"Of course, junior high school students are junior high school students, how can they fight with an army that has access to the world," the other continued. But before he could finish speaking, he was grabbed by his companion and made a gesture to silence him.

"Hiss"

Only then did he realize that the scope of what he said was a bit large, which might cause the person's dissatisfaction. Cautiously looking in the direction of the man, and seeing that the other party was watching the game intently, the high school student put down the worry in his heart. He clearly remembers the scene when the opponent defeated the original No. 3 Tono Shoujing, and the former No.3 has nothing to do with tennis.

At the same time, Nioh also looked at the trace with some concern, he knew that the character of the trace tribe would not do such a stupid behavior. He pinched his arm, not knowing if he would be able to hold out one more round.

On the other side, Yue Zhi and Maori relaxed slightly, and this game was won without a fight.

"Whew"

Taking a deep breath, he threw the ball up, resting his middle and index fingers on the bridge of his left hand, his eyes fixed on the movements of the two opposites. The corners of his mouth are grinning, and the tennis ball in his eyes changes colors.

"Don Wy-Se, serve!"

"Bang!"

The tennis ball is struck, and time, as if standing still at this moment, Maori and Yue Chi, simply cannot make any moves!

"Huh"

The tennis ball fell between the two of them, and after touching the ground, without any deformation, it slid out close to the ground, bringing out a long white line.

“15:0.”

"What kind of serve is this?"

"That junior high school kid can actually hit a serve?"

The high school students never thought that the trace could actually serve, and it was still the kind of super difficult shot, which was not much inferior to the serve of the 'glasses man' before.

As for Yue Zhi and Maori, they are in a dumb posture of preparation.

Yue Zhi's cold eyes produced a trace of emotional fluctuations, "At that moment just now, it seemed that he couldn't move?" ”

ps: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I did make a mistake in the previous chapter, Nioh is the winner of the group, dig a pit and bury yourself Thank you for the reminder from your book friend!