Five Senses Stripped Away: The World of Darkness

In the blink of an eye, Yukimura figured out the crux of the problem in his match against Muneyoshi.

However, just as he himself had thought, since he had already started, giving up halfway was not his style.

"What a formidable opponent!"

Feeling the immense pressure emanating from Muneyoshi, Yukimura felt a long-lost sense of excitement welling up within him.

Standing on the service line, Yukimura took a deep breath, then looked intently at Muneyoshi, silently thinking, "Well then, let's see how long you can hold out..."

Having made his decision, Yukimura didn't delay any longer. He tossed the tennis ball in his hand again, and his standard and sharp serve came out once more.

Bang!

The silver spiritual energy, like a knife, followed the force of the tennis ball and began to cut through Muneyoshi's own defense.

Shining silver in the sunlight, Yukimura truly shone like Child of God, his entire being edged with a golden glow.

"Still not giving up...?"

Tap tap...

Yukimura's actions, of course, did not escape Muneyoshi's notice; if it were anyone else, they would probably have fallen into his trap without even realizing it.

However, Muneyoshi was well aware of Yukimura's current methods, so he took precautions from the beginning.

This is one of the reasons why Yukimura felt it was unlikely to be effective.

However, he did not expect Yukimura to be so stubborn. After seeing that his special move had failed, he did not adjust his technique in time, but instead wanted to increase the intensity.

"It seems I need to teach you a more profound lesson!"

With light steps, Muneyoshi's eyes narrowed slightly. After easily catching up with the tennis ball, he didn't immediately return the shot. Instead, he lowered his arm a few centimeters, keeping the racket head very flat.

A wisp of purplish-black flame leaped on the net, then disappeared into the tennis ball as it touched the net.

The silver spiritual energy that had been enveloping the tennis ball suddenly began to show specks of dark purple.

Bang!

Then, without the slightest pause, the tennis ball streaked through the air in a dim silver light, heading straight for Yukimura's opposite corner.

"To be able to change your posture again while receiving the ball, switching directly from a drive to a slice shot, that's a really keen sense of smell..."

Yukimura sighed inwardly. His plan had failed again. Muneyoshi on the opposite side of the court always managed to combine his own qualities and strong mental strength to find the best solution to counterattack.

This style is also very similar to his pursuit of understanding the essence of tennis.

In fact, he had already discovered this quality in Muneyoshi when Muneyoshi first went to Rikkai Dai to challenge them, and at that time he almost regarded him as a close friend.

If it weren't for Muneyoshi's dangerous tennis shot at the last moment, he probably would have wanted to have a match with him.

Now, more than a year has passed, Muneyoshi's strength has become increasingly formidable. He has also surpassed others in his understanding of the essence of tennis, but he is no less capable.

Yukimura had already begun to see the beginnings of this path.

During the match, Muneyoshi naturally noticed Yukimura's changes, and as the game progressed, the five-dimensional chart of Yukimura Seiichi in his mind became clearer and clearer.

"As expected of a transcendent being from the original work, very few middle school students can offer you such assistance in terms of these five dimensions."

Looking at the constantly flashing numbers for Yukimura Seiichi on the chart, Muneyoshi sighed.

"To have studied to this level all by yourself, even in terms of skill and mental fortitude, is something I can't match unless I've made breakthroughs myself."

Unfortunately, aside from skill and mental fortitude, your other physical attributes are a major hindrance...

Tap tap tap...

The thoughts in his mind did not stop Muneyoshi's actions. He moved with lightning speed, and those high-speed counterattacks that seemed impossible for the audience to catch still could not escape his defense.

"Furthermore... without scientific training and physical tempering, and with excessive development of mental power, your body has probably reached its final limit."

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and Muneyoshi thought to himself, "It's hard to say that Yukimura's illness broke out just before the end of his second year, and it's likely due to this reason."

"Then let me ignite the fear within you..."

"The Fluorescent Flame Purgatory Light!"

A streak of purplish-black light danced across the court as Muneyoshi swiftly moved to the front of the tennis ball's path.

The light in his palm pulsed, creating several afterimages that eventually merged and, along with the tennis ball, were slashed back into Muneyoshi's half of the Yukimura at high speed with a peculiar twisting motion.

However, the moment the tennis ball hit the ground, those brilliant afterimages suddenly rushed straight towards Yukimura.

Snap...

Yukimura, who was about to swing his racket back, froze halfway through the motion.

"Game 1, Saeki Muneyoshi of Fudomine Junior High scores, score 3-0."

After the scene changed, Yukimura felt a faint sense of unease. He didn't know what Saeki Muneyoshi had just done that made even his strong mental will feel dizzy.

However, this feeling came and went quickly, and Yukimura suppressed it.

However, he felt increasingly anxious. He had a premonition that he had to deal with Muneyoshi quickly, or something bad might happen.

Bang!

The two engaged in another brief tug-of-war.

"Huh, you haven't given up yet?"

After another six or seven rounds of grappling, Muneyoshi once again felt the effects of Yukimura's spiritual power, and this time his arm actually felt a little numb.

"Is this Yukimura's Yips style? Is it getting stronger and stronger?"

A powerful will surged forth, Muneyoshi once again dispelled Yukimura's influence, letting out a cold shout.

"Yukimura, if you can't suppress me, this move will be useless against me!"

A powerful force gathered in his arm, and he raised his right racket to slice the tennis ball that Yukimura had just hit back.

Slash!

The moment the tennis ball was returned by Muneyoshi, a flash of purplish-black fire appeared in his eyes, and the tennis ball flashed past Yukimura's backcourt.

"Saeki Muneyoshi scores, 15-0."

Bang!

This time, Muneyoshi didn't use any special techniques, but instead hit a short drive at the net.

With a powerful smash, the tennis ball exploded in the air, leaving only a faint afterimage in Yukimura's half of the court.

"Do you also want to speed up the pace of the game?"

After a soft chuckle, Yukimura rushed towards the net.

With a single step, Yukimura Seiichi arrived at the tennis path.

With his arm pressed down, the racket didn't stop for a second, tracing a path through the air before hurtling straight down at the tennis ball.

Yukimura Seiichi's reckless approach had already depleted most of his stamina by the fourth inning.

However, his eyes grew brighter and brighter; he could sense that success was just around the corner.

"So... so strong!"

Kamio Akira stared at Muneyoshi and Yukimura, their figures flashing across the field, his surprise undisguised.

In fact, it wasn't just him; everyone from Fudomine, as well as Rikkai Dai and all the spectators, were captivated by the match between the two.

The competitive state and strength that Saeki Muneyoshi and Yukimura Seiichi are displaying at this moment are beyond the imagination of many.

Although it seemed that Yukimura Seiichi was far behind in the score, his determination to fight for every point and to battle relentlessly for every ball was truly moving.

However, in such a fierce contest, no one would think that the two were acting recklessly.

Their rhythmic shifts, their concise yet powerful attacks, their precision down to the smallest detail...

These are enough for the vast majority of people to learn.

"It's over, Saeki!"

Yukimura Seiichi's lips curled up slightly, he took a step back with his left foot, and using the shift in his center of gravity, he swung his racket out.

Boom!

A flash of light!

The tennis ball whistled through the air, sweeping towards Muneyoshi...

"Yukimura, what nonsense are you spouting? If you want to end this, you..."

Bang!

Just as the tennis ball was falling, Muneyoshi swung his racket, preparing to return the ball, when his vision suddenly became blurry.

As his vision gradually blurred, darkness slowly engulfed Muneyoshi's sight.

"Rikkai Dai's Yukimura Seiichi scores, 15-30!"

"Is this what it means to Annihilate Five Senses?"

Suddenly, his mind was plunged into a secluded, empty space, and Muneyoshi looked around blankly.

Muneyoshi was surprised; he hadn't expected Xincun to actually do this, and the thought of experiencing it for himself instantly arose in his mind.

The moment this thought arose, Muneyoshi suppressed his mental fluctuations to the minimum, avoiding piercing this fragile mental imprisonment.

Suddenly, he heard a faint sound of a ball being struck.

Muneyoshi's ears twitched slightly, and he used his hearing to catch the falling tennis ball. He then swung his racket horizontally at the tennis ball!

"I have taken your sight away, Saeki!"

Looking at the tennis ball, which had been hit back but was of a much lower standard, Yukimura Seiichi chuckled softly.

With a swing of his racket, he easily returned the ball.

Whoosh!

In a flash, the tennis ball was already in front of Muneyoshi!

"Next up is... hearing!"

As Yukimura's voice faded, the sound in Muneyoshi's ears also completely disappeared.

Muneyoshi is trapped in an absolutely claustrophobic and dark world where there is no sound and no color!

"Touch! This is over! Saeki Muneyoshi!"

The silver light in Yukimura Seiichi's eyes was dazzling at this moment, and he gently slashed the tennis ball with his racket.

The tennis ball floated lightly and flew back towards the net.

However, at this moment, Yukimura was at the peak of his spiritual power, and he did not notice that the faint light hidden in his eyes was also growing stronger.

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Sense deprivation is also a form of assistance, similar to the effect of Atobe's skill; surviving it is a form of progress.