Turning It on Himself

"The senses are being blinded?"

The middle school students were taken aback by these words.

Especially Sanada, whose good friend Yukimura was, and who knew his strength best, yet he was tricked from the very beginning.

"That blond guy on the other side is using a different way of transmitting information to mislead Yukimura."

Seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces, Irie continued to explain:

"Take that first ball for example. The first feedback that Yukimura's cerebral cortex received was the signal that the opponent was going to launch a fierce attack. After receiving this information, Yukimura's superb reaction would cause his body to make adjustments unconsciously."

However, this message itself was a scam; the other party exploited Yukimura's exceptional reflexes.

"And that last ball, at first Yukimura thought it was just a simple serve, but as soon as that information came out, it changed again."

"The senses, including nerves and reflexes, transmit information much faster than sight. Kiko Valentin used this means of information transmission to keep Yukimura in a passive position at all times."

Irie's tone was somewhat wistful. In fact, Yukimura's situation, if someone who wasn't particularly talented came along, their methods would be completely ineffective.

But it was precisely because of Yukimura's genius that he became a target of his opponent's schemes.

Just like the match between Yamato Yūdai and Tezuka in the original work, there was such talent and fake tennis. If you were less talented, you wouldn't have been fooled at all.

"Senior Irie, does that mean Yukimura's situation is very dangerous?"

A sharp glint flashed in Sanada's eyes. He couldn't accept that Yukimura had been fooled like this.

"Heh, Sanada, don't worry, Yukimura might still be capable of fighting back!"

Seeing Sanada's state, Tanegashima Shūji, who was standing nearby, grabbed him and said something rather incoherent.

"Heh... Sanada, just watch closely, this is a world-class international tournament."

Saeki Muneyoshi slightly spread his five fingers, gripped the railing in front of him, then turned around and said in a cold tone.

On the field, the game was becoming increasingly one-sided.

For a full half hour, Yukimura failed to win a single point, except at the very beginning, and was repeatedly broken in crucial moments.

The score is now 5-4, Kiko Valentin.

Tap... tap... tap...

As the tennis ball touched the ground, Chiko felt its texture and looked up at Yukimura with a strange glint in his eyes.

"You're indeed a formidable character. You're even more capable than I expected, but unfortunately, you lack experience..."

Yukimura's lack of experience in the tournament was evident from the very beginning.

"In that case, Japan genius, let me teach you a lesson! A real match is not the kind of child's play you do in training."

Even though victory seemed assured, Chico's belief remained unwavering as he tossed the ball high over his head.

The next instant, his arm swung downwards sharply.

Bang!

Compared to the beginning, a more intense vortex surged at the edge of the tennis ball, and the mustard-yellow light once again precisely pressed down on Yukimura's backhand side.

"It's faster now."

Yukimura took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and adjust his state of mind.

He knew he had fallen into his opponent's trap. Although the score seemed close, none of the points he scored were what he wanted.

"No matter what you did, tennis is tennis. As long as I return every ball, then..."

Yukimura took a step forward, pushing his speed to the limit. After reaching the landing point of the tennis ball, he lowered his center of gravity, pulled the racket to his side with a backhand, aimed at the tennis ball that had bounced up after spinning violently, and chopped it down forcefully!

The tennis ball flew very fast and landed directly on the baseline.

This ball would be impossible for an average person to catch, but Balintin was also quite fast. He ran quickly and caught up with the tennis ball, then swung his racket.

Bang!

His swing motion was very small, and his varied playing style allowed him to switch at will. He gently hit a slice shot, and Balintin followed with a short ball.

The audience felt an eerie sense of familiarity with this change, as if they had seen it before.

This feeling comes as a complete surprise.

Yukimura on the court felt the same way; a cold glint flashed in his eyes. This action by his opponent had truly enraged him.

However, having learned from the experience of the first game, Yukimura reacted quickly this time.

He was already in front of the net the moment his opponent made the short shot.

He simply tilted his racket slightly, and the tennis ball lightly struck the racket face before gently flying over the net.

Knock knock...

Yukimura immediately returned a short ball.

Use a short ball to counter a short ball.

"Japan Team's Yukimura Seiichi scores, score 15-0."

"Oh? There can be new changes?"

Balintin felt a surge of excitement, the kind of thrill one feels when seeing a prey. He returned to the baseline, retrieved the tennis ball, and decisively served it again.

Bang!

This time, his serve changed again.

After the tennis ball lands, the strong sidespin causes it to bounce back, directly altering its flight trajectory.

However, Yukimura had received enough of those kinds of tennis balls, and he easily returned them, as if everything had returned to the beginning.

Chiko's body flashed, his footwork was agile, and he possessed extremely strong explosive power over short distances.

With a simple flick of his wrist, the racket traced a path in his hand.

His aura surged forth with this ball.

"Is it one of those tennis matches with misinformation again? Here we go again!"

During a break, Muneyoshi and others reminded him that Yukimura had also discovered the other party's very subtle mental intrusion.

"So which of your actual actions was it?"

Yukimura concentrated, focusing all his attention on Kiko's movements.

I saw it!

A silver light flashed in Yukimura's purple pupils as he sprinted towards the sideline of the attacking third.

Seeing this, Chiko, on the opposite side of the court, also smiled.

"So you've finally figured it out? I thought you were waiting until this game was over?"

But it was too late; I won this round!

Yukimura ignored Kita's words.

His figure sprinted across the field, the immense momentum leaving a clear trail in his wake.

Bang!

Without pausing, he used the momentum of his sprint to swing his racket violently, unleashing a powerful burst of force that made the tennis ball explode with a roar on his racket.

Moreover, the white light hidden in his eyes was also under Yukimura's control, enveloping the tennis ball and preventing it from stopping at all while it was flying at high speed.

"So this is your kind of dangerous tennis? Interesting?!"

Chiko, whose spirit and aura had already enveloped the court, keenly sensed the danger inherent in tennis when he saw Yukimura's movements.

You must really want me to catch this ball, right?

A wicked smile crept across Chico's lips. He lunged forward, instantly reaching the point where the tennis ball would land, and then extended his racket toward it.

Seeing this, Yukimura across from him wore a confident smile, "Finally, we've succeeded!"

However, before his smile could fully bloom, the sudden change made him frown, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Chico failed to catch the ball; instead, the tennis ball hit the edge of his racket and flew out of bounds.

"Japan Team's Yukimura Seiichi scores, score 30-15."

"Tsk tsk, oh dear, so close, what a pity."

Chiko straightened up, a troubled voice coming from his mouth, and a regretful expression on his face.

Was it intentional or a mistake?

The apprehension in Yukimura's eyes deepened.

After fretting for a moment, Chico simply tossed his tied-up blond hair, pulled a tennis ball from his pocket, and calmly walked to the backcourt service line.

However, after he turned around, a slight smile appeared on his lips, unnoticed by Yukimura:

"What astonishing mental strength! Anyone would be badly hurt by such an attack!"

"Looks like I can't deal with you without showing you something real!"

Chico took a deep breath and tossed the tennis ball into the air again.

Bang!

The tennis ball whistled through the air, and terrifying pressure, accompanied by swirling air currents, surged towards Yukimura.

This shot felt more terrifying than ever before.

Kiko Valentin's seemingly limitless ability to improve his strength caused Yukimura to frown slightly.

This shot was even more powerful, but Yukimura did not back down!

His racket once again precisely blocked the trajectory of the bouncing tennis ball.

If it doesn't work the first time, then try again!

A glint of light shone deep within Yukimura's eyes, making his purple pupils even more dazzling.

Feeling the same sense of danger clinging to the tennis ball as the previous ball, Chico revealed a triumphant smile.

"Hahaha, Yukimura, you've fallen for it!"

As soon as Qi Ke finished speaking, a powerful aura surged out from his half of the field, and the sudden increase in physical suppression surprised Yukimura greatly.

"Heh, here you go!"

With a loud roar, Chico stirred the air with his racket, and the silvery-white light that had enveloped the tennis ball was not destroyed, but rather enveloped again.

However, the collision of two completely different spirits in tennis gives people a feeling that it could explode at any moment, which is both terrifying and nerve-wracking.

Strong winds whipped up clouds of dust, accompanying the speed of the tennis ball.

Boom!!

For the first time, the billowing dust swept across the entire stadium during the match.

Bang!

The tennis ball crashed to the ground with tremendous speed; the terrifying force and the feeling of despair seemed to remind Yukimura of the feeling he had during his previous match against Irie Kanata.

However, compared to the subtle and gradual methods used by Irie Kanata.

Kiko Valentin clearly lacked that much patience, and as an opponent, he employed a more domineering and unrestrained approach.

Faced with such a more terrifying and direct method, Yukimura's spirit was under immense pressure.

Suddenly, he remembered the scene from his match against Irie.

"Mental stress... sensory deprivation... if... it affects oneself... can one ignore these things?"

The moment this thought arose, Yukimura was completely absorbed, his eyes gleaming with a brilliant light.

Kiko Valentin is a very strong player. He generally wins against each opponent with a score of 6-4, and is known as a master of unpredictable variations.