Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

Chapter 9 : Yukimura loses

“0-30.”

“Huh, huh, huh, here, what the hell is this.”

Yukimura racquet squatted on the ground, supporting his body, his face was covered with sweat, and he was gasping for breath.

“My physical strength is disappearing fast?”

Yukimura only felt that her body was weak and weak, and it was extremely difficult to even move.

Looking at Youyun, Yukimura’s heart was full of jealousy. Youyun’s weird skills really made him impossible to guard against. If he didn’t pay attention, he was caught.

Reluctantly raised his hand to toss the tennis ball.

boom.

“Turnover.”

boom.

“Double Turnover, 0-40.”

Referee gave Yukimura a surprised look.

“impossible.”

Sanada stood up from his seat and looked at Yukimura incredulously.

With Yukimura’s strength, how could it be possible to double turnover? What did the opposite person do to him?

boom.

“Turnover.”

boom.

“Double Turnover. GAME, Kazami Youyun, 3-0.”

“The young people nowadays are really incredible.”

Referee couldn’t help but sighed, shook his head, and announced the score.

“It was a blue butterfly at first, but now it’s black again? What kind of game is this?”

“I have seen Yukimura’s match. His strength is definitely not weak. How could this happen? Is it because the opponent is too strong?”

“Who knows, but this black butterfly looks much stronger than the blue one.”

……

The audience outside the court began to talk a lot, but they are not to blame, the situation on the court is really too weird.

This is a mental game, powerful, weird, and elusive.

Except for the person involved, it is difficult for others to see what happened.

Bang bang bang.

Youyun slapped the tennis ball a few times and then bounced back from the ground to hold it.

boom.

The tennis ball quickly pierced the court, exploded on Yukimura’s halftime, and flew out of the court without any hindrance.

“15-0.”

At this time, Yukimura was still supporting her body with racquet, not letting her fall, and she could no longer take care of the flying tennis ball.

boom.

“30-0.”

boom.

“40-0.”

boom.

“GAME, Kazami Youyun, 4-0, the two sides exchange venues.”

Upon hearing referee’s words, Yukimura raised her head, picked up the racquet lying on the ground, and walked towards the net.

Puff through.

However, as soon as he moved, without the support of racquet, he fell straight down and fell to the ground.

“Yukimura!”

Sanada outside the court saw Yukimura suddenly fell to the ground, and rushed into the court, came to Yukimura’s side to check his condition.

When he saw Yukimura’s appearance, he couldn’t help but feel a hint of panic in his heart.

Yukimura was already sweating profusely, especially on his face. A lot of sweat-wet hair stuck to his forehead, and some hair even covered Yukimura’s eyes.

“Sanada, me, I’m fine.”

Yukimura supported her hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but his arms had completely lost strength and could only lie on the ground weakly.

“Since Seiichi Yukimura has lost the ability to match, the match ended and the score was 4-0. The winner was Kazami Youyun.”

Referee looked at Yukimura and shook his head. He knew very well that Yukimura could not stand up anymore, and simply announced the result directly.

“Yukimura, damn it.”

Sanada couldn’t help but slammed his punch to the ground, and screamed unwillingly.

Hasn’t he never seen someone lose the ability to match in the middle of a match with Yukimura, even he himself has.

But he never thought that Yukimura would one day lose the ability to match in a match with others.

“Huh, did you lose? Forget it, Sanada, help me out.”

Yukimura closed his eyes weakly. He was also very unwilling and helpless, but he had nothing to do. Not to mention that he has lost the ability to match and can’t stand up. Even if he can stand up, he has the ability to continue to match. I am afraid there will be no change in the result.

It is precisely because he is a mental player who is proficient in the skills of eliminating the five senses, so he can understand Youyun’s horror better than others.

Sanada didn’t say anything, and took a deep look at Youyun on the opposite side, and then helped Yukimura to walk out of the field slowly.

And Youyun had already left the match venue at this time and sat down where he had just started watching the game.

“Your ball skills are still the same as before, no, it seems more terrifying than before.”

As soon as he sat down, Atobe next to him spoke directly.

“You are all making progress, is it possible that I can still stand still?”

Youyun replied somewhat indifferently.

“Huh, that’s the best thing, you guy, you still haven’t shamed my uncle and Hyotei.”

Hearing Atobe’s words, several black lines appeared on Youyun’s forehead.

“Atobe, it seems that you still lack a little education. I remember that we have not competed in a long time. Waiting for the end of this match, let’s have a match. I just want to see you too. , How much progress has been made.”

“Uh, come here, this uncle will be afraid of you, you know, the evolution of this uncle is going to be a mile at a time.”

Atobe’s voice paused, but he still said something stiffly. *