Chapter 211: Death vs Son of God, the gap between man and God

The audience was in an uproar.

It's so sudden.

No one expected that the most anticipated game would start like this.

"On one side is the man who was once known as the son of the god in the neon country, undefeated in the competition, and is known as the man closest to the god."

"On the other side is the man who has risen to prominence this year, defeated all strong enemies, and is known as the Grim Reaper."

"One is close to the gods, the other has become a god, this game can be called a battle between gods and pseudo-gods, as long as Yukimura Seiichi wins, he can pull Kamidai Lan off the altar." Kan Sadaji said word by word.

"But in reality, Seiichi Yukimura's win rate will not exceed 20%."

Kan Sadaji shook his head and sighed.

He doesn't have the current data of Yukimura Seiichi at all, and can only roughly extrapolate the data of Yukimura Seiichi based on the progress speed of the top players, so the data is for reference only.

"Looks like the son of God is going to be fun." On the coach's seat, Echizen Minamijiro smiled, his eyes glanced at the tall figure in the stands, and his eyes flashed: "I didn't expect that the professional tennis world has paid attention to the Kamiyo boy, it seems that gold always shines." ”

"Professional tennis will be interesting in the future."

The two sides met in front of the net, and Kamiyo Blue smiled and took a calm attitude, compared to Yukimura Seiichi who looked more excited.

"Kamiyo!! I've been looking forward to playing against you, but when this moment comes, my body will still tremble with excitement! ”

Yukimura Seiichi shook Kamidai Lan's hand hard: "I've been waiting for a long time. ”

"Then you have to behave." Kamidai Lan narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The two let go of their hands, and Yukimura Seiichi heard Kamidai Lan's soft whisper: "Don't try to win the score with the five senses, it won't work for me." ”

Hearing this, Yukimura Seiichi's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Whether it's invalid or not, you'll find out later." He held the racket with a blank face: "Positive or negative?" ”

"The weather is so good today, I'll choose the right one." Kamidai Lan smiled.

"Bang." The tennis ball falls to the ground.

The serve came to Seiichi Yukimura's side.

Both sides walked silently towards the rear.

"How do you feel like you already smell of gunpowder?" The Fudo Peak Electors all swallowed.

"What did the minister say to the gods, how did I feel that the minister was angry, and his expression changed." On Lihaida's side, Liu Sheng pushed his glasses.

"Replacing that sex with a god is probably ignoring the minister like ignoring the deputy minister." Fumita Marui shrugged his shoulders, only to realize that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly covered his mouth.

"Now, Mrs. Wen, you can't talk nonsense." The others hurried to round the field.

Sanada clasped his hands to his chest, his eyes flickered after snorting coldly, and he said to himself in his heart: "Kamidai, it's a pity that I didn't compete with you, don't underestimate Yukimura, now he is no longer what he used to be, and the disease has made him transform, although he may not have much time to train, but the speed of progress is definitely not worse than mine." ”

"The basic five dimensions of the god generation are far beyond me, if you want to defeat him, extinguishing the five senses is the only chance, I must find a way to apply psychological hints." Seiichi Yukimura gently slapped the tennis ball.

Extinguishing the five senses requires a hint of the premise, but Yukimura also clearly knows that the spiritual power of the god is far beyond his own, and it is basically impossible to succeed in extinguishing the five senses.

Unless you find another way.

There's no time to think about it!

Yukimura Seiichi's eyes froze, he threw the ball violently, his body stretched, and with a simple wave, the tennis ball flashed away, turning into golden light and instantly appearing in the half of the court of Kamidai Blue.

The coat he wore behind him shook when he landed, and he stayed firmly on his shoulders, and his handsome and calm posture fascinated many fans.

"It's such an amazing speed, worthy of being the minister of Lihai! Even if I was hospitalized for so long, my ability did not regress! This goal shocked many people.

"It's almost a goal." Kan Sadaji wrote down the number 180 on a piece of paper, and his tone trembled a little: "I was able to hit such a ball speed at the beginning of the trial, it seems that I still underestimated Yukimura Seiichi." ”

"Bang." Facing Yukimura Seiichi's serve, Kamiyo Lan seemed to be dealing with an ordinary serve, swinging the racket at will and hitting a change-direction tennis ball.

"Goddai, your strength should be more than that, right, give me a little more serious."

Yukimura Seiichi's figure flickered and he had already come to the landing point, raised his racket and swung it towards the air, and the next moment he saw the yellow tennis ball piercing towards the Kamiyo Blue Hole.

"Huh." In the next moment, a beam of light skipped by, knocking away the clothes that Yukimura Seiichi was wearing behind him before everyone could react, and took it into the sky, and finally nailed it into the barbed wire.

"Brush." The tennis ball is still spinning, rubbing sparks directly on the jacket.

It didn't take long for a faint smell of burnt to come from the coat.

Shen Dailan's understated voice sounded: "Blow more cold wind, learn more and watch more." ”

"This guy" Yukimura Seiichi's pupils vibrate.

"The speed of the ball just now didn't even catch my eyes, and the tennis ball should have just crossed the net and was hit back, it was a volley." Yukimura Seiichi's mind was racing: "If it goes on like this, psychological cues are not easy to apply. ”

"Whew." Yukimura Seiichi's expression froze, and he took a deep breath to mobilize the strength of his body.

"Bang!" Another super-high-speed serve.

"Breaking the Path Eleven: Thunder and Lightning!"

Kamidai Blue's eyes moved slightly, and he slammed into the flying tennis ball.

"Bang!" The thunder came in an instant, leaving a golden trail in the air, and Yukimura Seiichi stared at the tennis ball and swung a shot at the critical moment.

"Whoosh!" The tennis ball flew over the net, crossed a beautiful arc, and fell towards the other half of the court on the other side of Kamiyo Blue.

The shadow of the ball reflected in the pupils of Kamidai Blue, flickering faintly.

"Bang." At the moment of receiving the ball, Shen Dailan sensed the mysterious spiritual hints coming from the tennis ball.

"The prelude to extinguishing the five senses, but unfortunately it didn't work for me." Shen Dai Lan's huge spiritual power directly crushed the spiritual suggestion.

The two sides engaged in a fierce fight.

A minute later, Yukimura Seiichi noticed that something was wrong.

"No matter how much I exert spiritual suggestion, it can't affect the gods."

In terms of normal rhythm, the other person should first have a vague sensation in one of the senses, and the sensation will continue to weaken until it disappears.

But Kamidai Blue's senses are still the same from the beginning of the game to the present.

"There's no way, it seems that we can only go that way." Yukimura Seiichi's expression sank.

Before the game, he had already expected that the killing of the five senses would not work.

So in response to this situation, he already has a countermeasure.

“40-0。”

As Kamidai Blue scored another point, everyone found out that there was a change in Yukimura Seiichi.

It was as if he had lost his sight, and it was extremely difficult for him to walk and run.

This is

"Visual deprivation in extinguishing the five senses?!" Sanada exclaimed.

"Has Yukimura's vision been deprived by Kamiyo?"

The crowd came to a shocking conclusion.

"No, you look at Kamiyo's expression as if he was a little surprised." Liu Lian Er said in a deep voice.

"Depriving yourself of your own vision? Interesting, it looks like it's going to be fun. Shen Dailan narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly: "Let me see what hole cards you have." ”

(End of chapter)