"Sure enough, the Maori senior also has something to do with the gods." The Lihai Dazheng candidates glanced at each other, and they could all see the solemnity.

"It's stronger than Maori seniors, and it seems that Kamiyo's strength is stronger than we expected." Liu Lian said in a deep voice.

You must know that Mori Shouzaburo is a high school student.

The body at this stage is just developing, so whether it is strength, speed and other all-round attribute improvements, it is not to be underestimated.

It can be said that high school is also a stage when a tennis player's strength takes off.

Even if it's only a full year old, the improvement in strength can be a big day.

Even the national-level players can only be regarded as very good in terms of strength among high school students, but there is still a big gap with the masters of the first echelon.

"It's so strong." Yukimura Seiichi looked at the rolling tennis ball, his brows furrowed slightly, and he felt a little pressure in his heart, but his rich tennis experience and good heart kept him calm.

For him, the game has just begun.

"Huh." Seiichi Yukimura tosses the ball, tiptoes when the tennis ball reaches its apex and falls, and the tennis racket is pulled down hard.

"So fast!!" The onlooker's eyes shrank before he blinked, and the tennis ball had already hit the ground and bounced.

"It's so fast, it's worthy of Yukimura, the speed of this serve is estimated to catch up with the soul of a ball, even if it's not as good, it's not too bad, Yukimura's foundation is terrifyingly solid." Liu Lian'er narrowed her eyes.

Yukimura Seiichi is very mysterious, and even many of the main candidates don't know Yukimura's true strength.

Now, Ryu Renji has a deeper understanding of Yukimura Seiichi.

"But that's not enough." Mori Shouzaburo still put on a standard forehand and accurately hit the ball at a tricky angle at Seiichi Yukimura's feet.

When the tennis ball bounces, Yukimura Seiichi needs to spend a certain amount of physical strength and energy to fine-tune his posture.

The two immediately began a nervous tug.

"It's amazing, the Maori senior actually hit all the balls at Yukimura's feet, and the angle that bounces up like this will make Yukimura very uncomfortable, and the Maori senior's ball control is even better." Liu Lian Er couldn't help but admire.

"In just one year, the Maori seniors are now showing far more data than he was a year ago."

Liu Lianji showed a somewhat incredulous expression.

"Bang." With a tennis ball that exploded in the front court, Yukimura Seiichi lost points again.

“30-0。”

Losing points after a tug-of-war is a big test of mentality.

Yukimura Seiichi was not as relaxed as before, and his expression gradually froze.

"What? If that's it, you won't even get a point. Mori Shouzaburo said calmly.

"Seems to be serious?"

Looking at Mori Shouzaburo's calm expression, Yukimura Seiichi's eyes narrowed, and his heart suddenly boiled with some blood.

"The imprint needs more to fight back." The corners of Yukimura Seiichi's mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes were deep.

He kicked off again.

After a series of fights, the opponent won the score again.

“40-0.”

"Game, 1-0, Mori Shouzaburo leads."

“15-0。”

“30-0。”

“40-0。”

Under the fierce offensive of Mori Shouzaburo, Yukimura Seiichi kept losing points.

His performance was already impressive, but scoring was almost impossible in the opponent's more outstanding five-dimensional.

"How is the minister not an opponent at all." The ordinary members of Lihai University couldn't help but be a little anxious.

The invincible image of the Son of God has a tendency to collapse in this game.

"Don't worry, the game has just begun." Liu Lianji said calmly: "Yukimura hasn't used his true strength yet. ”

"Yes, if that's the case, I don't think even the Maori seniors will be able to handle it." Yanagi followed up and riddled: "And you have found that no, the time for Maori seniors to score has become longer." ”

"This Yukimura is so weird." Kazuya Tokugawa also vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

can be called the son of the god in the tennis world of the country, and he really has a little ability.

"Bang." A new battle has begun.

"Is the spirit ball skill about to begin?" Mori Shouzaburo hit back at the tennis ball, and his eyes wandered, only to feel the muscles in his arm stiffen slightly.

This reminded him of information about Seiichi Yukimura.

The sons of the gods who were able to control each other, and the people who played against them lost everything in the end.

"Sure enough, he needs to use the riposte to plant the seeds of the spirit, and then at a critical juncture, the spiritual suggestion will explode."

Fighting back again, Mori Shouzaburo suddenly felt a trace of confusion in his vision.

Although it was a fleeting moment, he clearly knew that it was not an illusion.

"Huh." In the face of the vacant tennis ball, Yukimura Seiichi jumped up vigorously, and swung his racket hard against the tennis ball overhead.

From start to finish, his response was so powerful.

"Snort." With the sound of the wind breaking, the tennis ball turned into a beam of light and flew towards the other half of the court of Mori Shouzaburo.

"Three, four, five. Well, something is wrong. Mori Shouzaburo ran to the landing point, twisted his body, and volleyed the tennis ball back, but doubts filled his mind.

His movements and the feeling he felt when he ran seemed to be a little different from what he used to be.

"Huh." But I didn't have time to think about it, because Yukimura Seiichi had already begun to take the initiative, and his figure appeared in front of the net in an instant, and the racket stopped the tennis ball sharply.

"Snort." The tennis ball flew diagonally, scratching a shallow mark on the ground.

"So fast!! Yukimura began to attack. Liu Lian's eyes lit up.

The situation on the field has changed a lot.

Seiichi Yukimura, who had been defending almost all the time, now seems to have taken the initiative in the game.

Instead, Mori Shouzaburo began to become passive.

"Psychic cues are getting stronger, and if I continue like this, maybe I'll lose my vision." Mori Shouzaburo blinked vigorously, and his vision, which had been somewhat blurry, became condensed.

"Is this hypnosis?"

Mori Shouzaburo firmly stepped on the ground with the ball of his foot and threw out his right hand.

"Bang." The tennis ball crossed the arc and landed towards the back of Seiichi Yukimura.

"It's going to be done in a minute." Yukimura looked at Mori Shouzaburo faintly, his eyes shining dangerously.

He tiptoed and buckled his right hand.

The tennis ball burst out with amazing power in an instant, flashing in front of Mori Shouzaburo.

“40-15.”

"The senior lost points!! The minister's counterattack is about to begin! ”

"It's about to start, Yukimura's annihilation." Liu Lian nodded: "Use constant mental suggestion and hypnosis to score, so as to exert mental pressure on the other party, and finally deprive the other party of the five senses, this is Yukimura's five senses." ”

"Very interesting skills." Hearing this, Tokugawa Kazuya's eyes flickered: "However, if you can suppress the other party from beginning to end, then this hypnosis should not be so easy to take effect." ”

"And the psychological hints of this skill also need to be formulated according to the opponent's physical condition, and if the opponent's body suddenly changes, it should also have a certain impact."

(End of chapter)