boyutpedia Chapter 771: State of Mind and Forbearance
Chapter 771: State of Mind and Forbearance
Thinking of this, Longma had a plan in mind.
At this moment, Yukimura swung his racket quickly and served a new serve.
However, facing this fierce attack, Longma did not move at all, and even closed his eyes tightly, standing still like a sculpture.
Others might think he was frightened.
But in fact, he was concentrating and feeling the subtle changes in the air flow around him and the trajectory of the tennis ball.
Listening quietly to the movements around me, it seemed as if time had stopped at this moment.
Suddenly, an extremely subtle sound came into my ears. The sound was like a streak of wind coming through the air, appearing and disappearing, making it difficult to grasp its exact location.
However, with his keen hearing and years of experience, Longma instantly determined the source of the sound - just one meter to the left!
In an instant, Longma suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes, which were originally as calm as water, now flashed with a sharp light.
His body was as fast as lightning, rushing to the left.
I saw the racket in his hand drawing a sharp arc in the air, accompanied by a crisp sound - snap!
The racket swept out, and the tennis ball that had disappeared without a trace before miraculously reappeared in front of everyone.
Ryoma moved his arms without hesitation, and powerful force was instantly transferred to the tennis ball.
The tennis ball was like a high-speed bullet, shooting out with amazing speed and power.
In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball had crossed the net and was rushing towards the opponent's court.
At this critical moment, a figure flashed like a ghost and blocked the way of the tennis ball.
Looking closely, it turned out to be Yukimura!
He jumped high with light and agile movements. The racket in his hand accurately caught the tennis ball and threw it high into the air.
Immediately afterwards, Yukimura used all his strength to smash down, and the whole action was done in one go, smoothly and fluidly.
All I heard was a very dull and loud noise - bang!
The deafening sound resounded throughout the venue, as if the earth was shaking.
The tennis ball fell like a meteor, and after colliding violently with the ground, it stirred up a cloud of dust.
For a moment, the entire stadium was covered in billowing smoke and dust, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.
When the dust settled a little, the referee's voice could be clearly heard: "The score is 5:3! Yukimura scores."
This score made everyone present feel anxious, because the game had already entered the deciding round, and Yukimura had just successfully scored another point.
Today, we are only one point away from victory. Is the situation really going to be reversed again?
The players on the sidelines began to discuss, with worried expressions on their faces. Someone whispered, "It seems that the situation is not in our favor. Yukimura's point was too crucial."
Someone else shouted anxiously: "Lyoma must cheer up, we can't lose the game like this!"
At this time, Inui Sadaharu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "I'm afraid things are not that simple. Yukimura did use his spiritual skills to successfully win a game just now, but don't forget that at the last critical moment, Ryoma successfully cracked that move. So, if Yukimura uses the same move again, I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve any effect."
Inui Sadaharu narrowed his eyes and stared closely at the situation on the field, as if thinking about how to respond.
The sun shone across the entire stadium, and the audience's cheers resounded through the sky.
At this time, Longma was standing on the court, his sharp and serious eyes fixed on his opponent.
He knew very well that the current situation was extremely unfavorable to him. If he was not careful, the game would most likely end in failure.
Ryoma took a deep breath and threw the tennis ball high up steadily with his right hand.
At the same time, a powerful selfless force quickly gathered on his arms, as if to pour all the strength of his body into them.
As the tennis ball began to fall, Ryoma swung his racket without hesitation, his movements as fast as a gust of wind and rain.
There was a loud bang and the tennis ball shot out like a cannonball at such a speed that it was astonishing.
What is even more amazing is that after the tennis ball landed on the ground, it did not bounce high like an ordinary ball. Instead, it spun rapidly on the ground for several circles before coming to an abrupt stop, as if it was fixed in place by magic.
"Zero serve! Echizen Ryoma scores, score 15:0!"
The referee announced loudly and excitedly. At this moment, the audience was boiling with cheers rising one after another.
Tao Chengwu on the side widened his eyes with an expression of disbelief, muttering to himself: "Here it comes, Ryoma actually used this move! This is the inherited move of our Qingxue!"
Kirihara Akaya, who was not far away, had a gloomy expression on his face and looked very embarrassed.
For him, the zero serve in front of him undoubtedly brought him huge pressure.
You know, even for masters like Yukimura, Sanada and Fuji, there is no guarantee that they can successfully return this kind of super-fast ball that does not bounce.
While everyone was still immersed in the wonderful zero-style serve, Ryoma had already made another move.
There was another "bang" and the second tennis ball flew towards the opponent's court at lightning speed...
The ball seemed to be endowed with life. After landing, it spun rapidly like a crazy dancer showing off its skills.
Then, as if pulled by some mysterious force, it began to roll backwards, getting faster and faster, and rushed straight towards the net with an unstoppable momentum.
Just when everyone thought the ball would go straight through the net, a miracle happened - the ball landed accurately, then quickly spun backwards and stopped.
At this moment, the entire stadium was boiling, with cheers and shouts resounding through the sky.
"Echizen Ryoma scores, the score is 30:0!"
The referee announced the score excitedly, and the audience couldn't help but stare wide-eyed. They simply couldn't believe what they saw.
"Another zero serve!"
Someone exclaimed.
At this time, Taocheng Wu, who was sitting on the sidelines and watching the game, jumped up excitedly and shouted, "With the Zero serve, we can at least win the game!"
His words resonated with his teammates around him, and everyone nodded in agreement.
In response to all the discussions, Longma just smiled and nodded without comment.
Yukimura, standing in the center of the field, seemed somewhat helpless.
Although he was very strong, he felt helpless for a moment when faced with the perfect zero serve in front of him.
"What a troublesome technique, Tezuka. Your influence is still continuing..."
Yukimura murmured softly.
Ryoma became more and more proficient in using it, and its power became even more astonishing.
Followed by a crisp sound of hitting the ball.
boom!
boom!
After only two rounds, Longma successfully won the game.
"Echizen Ryoma scores, the score is 4:5!"
The referee announced the score loudly again.
At this moment, the score gap between the two sides has narrowed to only one point, and the game has entered a white-hot stage.
"It's my turn to serve, so let's end the match in this round."
Yukimura took a deep breath and looked at Ryoma opposite him with a determined look.
Hearing this, Longma showed no intention of retreating. He gripped the racket tightly in his hand, as if he wanted to gather all his strength into it.
Then, Yukimura threw the tennis ball high up and swung the racket in his hand quickly.
In an instant, a dazzling beam of light flashed across the entire venue like lightning, the speed was so fast that it was astonishing.
At the same time, several afterimages appeared in the air, making it impossible to tell which one was the real ball.
"Do you want to continue scoring with this trick?"
Ryoma muttered quietly, as if he was talking to himself.
He slowly closed his eyes and no longer paid attention to the tennis ball flying in the air.
Because he knew very well that everything he saw was just an illusion, and the real tennis ball had already hidden in other corners.
At this moment, Longma's sensitive ears moved slightly and caught an extremely subtle sound of breaking through the air.
Almost subconsciously, he rushed out like an arrow from a bow, swinging the racket in his hand towards the direction of the sound without hesitation.
With a crisp "bang!", Ryoma hit the flying tennis ball accurately.
However, surprisingly, when he looked closely, he found that his racket had caught several tennis balls at the same time.
Longma's heart sank, but his hands did not move in the slightest.
He immediately pushed down hard on the racket and then made a fierce cut.
In an instant, a sharp "hissing" sound was heard, and the tennis ball seemed to be given life, spinning wildly at an extremely high speed, creating a powerful cyclone.
Seeing this, Yukimura, who was standing on the sidelines watching the game, couldn't help but sigh softly: "Ryoma's ability to adapt is really outstanding, or should I say it's his innate sense of the ball..."
Although he had taken the crucial step towards mastering spiritual skills, he was still at the stage of quantitative change and had not yet made a qualitative leap.
If he could achieve a qualitative change, Yukimura believed that he would be able to make Ryoma deeply immersed in the complete mental skills and unable to extricate himself, thereby winning the game.
Thinking of this, Yukimura temporarily put all these distracting thoughts behind him, and quickly rushed to the center of the field to prepare for a counterattack.
But the moment his racket touched the tennis ball, an extremely strong rotational force suddenly hit him.
A tornado-like air current suddenly emerged, carrying the tennis ball and whistling towards Longma's location.
"The Supreme Realm? Is it the Supreme Realm?"
Yukimura clenched his teeth tightly, secretly groaning in his heart.
Faced with this helpless trick in front of him, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness surge in his heart.
Whether it was the bizarre rotation or the indestructible defense, he had no idea where to start.
The cutting technique that had always worked in the past was completely useless at this moment, and was completely unable to resolve the powerful rotational force;
However, it is a pipe dream to want to break through this line of defense by relying on powerful shots, because the opponent's defense is as hard to shake as a solid wall of steel.
Just when Yukimura was getting anxious, there was a loud bang, and the tennis ball drew an arc in the air and flew to the corner of the court.
Surprisingly, Ryoma did not take the opportunity to score, but continued to control the situation slowly, obviously trying to further consume Yukimura's physical strength and energy.
Under the restraint of the supreme realm, Yukimura had to run back and forth desperately, trying to catch every tricky ball.
Sweat flowed down his forehead like a flood, soaking his blue and white sportswear.
His breathing became heavier.
"Huh~"
The panting sound echoed in the empty stadium, as if an exhausted beast was giving its last roar.
When everyone turned their eyes to Yukimura, they saw that his face was flushed and beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping down, and he looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.
The originally neat and clean blue and white clothes was now completely soaked with sweat, sticking tightly to his body, revealing his body that was trembling slightly due to overwork.
His chest, in particular, was rising and falling violently with his rapid breathing, as if he would run out of breath at any time.
As we all know, Yukimura has never been a player known for his endurance.
Long-term and high-intensity confrontation is undoubtedly a huge test for him.
Now, under Longma's continuous consumption, he finally couldn't hold on any longer.
"Longma is such a patient guy!"
Haitang, who was watching the fight from the side, couldn't help but gasp.
If he were in such a situation, he would probably have been unable to suppress his inner anxiety and would have tried every possible way to equalize the score.
But Ryoma remained as steady as a rock. He used the supreme domain calmly and eroded Yukimura's advantage bit by bit.
Seeing that Yukimura was on the verge of collapse, Fuji smiled faintly and said softly: "It seems that the winner of this game will be decided soon..."
Just as this sentence was spoken, people heard a deafening roar.
When everyone looked closely, they saw that the green tennis ball was like a cannonball, smashing into the ground with lightning speed.
Then it bounced high and flew straight out of bounds.
At this moment, all the audience couldn't help but gasp, their eyes fixed on the agile young man standing on the court - Echizen Ryoma successfully scored!
At this time, the score on the big screen was also updated and became a 5:5 tie!
"Echizen Ryoma, you really have such extraordinary strength..."
Sanada murmured softly, his eyes revealing a hint of amazement and admiration.
Although the scores between the two sides are currently tied, everyone present knows very well that the balance of victory or defeat in this game has begun to tilt towards Longma.
The reason was simple, because the next eleventh game was Ryoma's serving game, and the unique move that scared countless opponents - the zero serve, even Yukimura Seiichi, who was known as the "Son of God", was helpless.