vrcanaries Chapter 173 Tianyu vs. Yukimura (Part )
Chapter 173 Tianyu vs. Yukimura (Part )
Yukimura's serve.
Yukimura rhythmically slapped the tennis ball in his hand. He took a deep breath, his eyes focused, as if thinking about his next strategy.
Then, he slowly said, "Dreams and reality, Tianyu classmate, do you think you are really in reality now, or are you in a dream now?"
This sentence is like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples.
Interesting, Yukimura is misleading himself!
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.
But will he use the "dream" trick now?
In order to verify this guess in his mind, he decided to take the initiative to disable his own extra-dimensional ball skills - the Armor of Gods and Demons.
As the power gradually dissipated into nothingness, Tianyu couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of relief in his heart.
This sense of relief was like taking off a heavy burden, giving his long-tensioned nerves a momentary reprieve.
However, this tranquility did not last long, and a new pressure quietly came, which was the mental oppression given to him by Yukimura Seiichi.
At this delicate moment, Tianyu seemed to be caught in a vortex, and a sudden feeling of trance suddenly hit him.
He tried to grab onto something to steady his mind, but the feeling was like quicksand; the more he struggled, the harder it became to grasp.
When he finally came back to his senses from this strange state, the trance had dissipated without a trace like morning mist, leaving only a faint, elusive trace.
Tianyu took a deep breath and tried to bring his thoughts back to reality.
He realized that he might have stepped into the dream created by Yukimura Seiichi.
As the game progressed, Tianyu seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. Every swing of his racket was extremely precise and powerful, and scoring was as easy as taking candy from a bag.
On the other hand, Seiichi Yukimura seemed to deliberately slow down the pace. Every time he hit the ball, he seemed a little powerless and lost points like unstoppable water.
Tianyu understood that this was the result of Yukimura deliberately manipulating the game. He just wanted to confuse himself in this way.
Looking at the scoreboard, "4-0", Tianyu knew it was almost time to wake up.
Otherwise, the car might fail.
"Yukimura-kun, it's time for me to wake up from the dream you've created."
There was a barely perceptible smile in Tianyu's voice, as if he was enjoying this sudden beautiful dream.
Upon hearing this, Yukimura Seiichi's expression instantly became complicated and indecipherable.
He originally thought that his dream could perfectly hide everything and prevent his opponent from seeing anything, but he never expected that Tianyu could easily see through it all.
Besides being shocked, there was more admiration for Tianyu's ability and a subtle sense of frustration.
At this moment, amazing changes happened behind Tianyu again.
A heavy historical atmosphere gradually condensed in the originally empty air, as if even time had frozen at this moment.
A majestic and solemn figure of an ancient emperor slowly emerged, completely different from the man who was surrounded by dazzling sunlight.
The emperor was wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head, and his brows revealed an unquestionable kingly aura, as if he could see through everything in the world and control all destinies.
Yukimura Seiichi widened his eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.
With Tianyu's crisp snap of fingers, Yukimura's carefully constructed dream collapsed in an instant.
The surrounding scenes seemed to be suddenly torn apart by an invisible giant hand. Those realistic illusions, like extremely fragile mirrors, turned into nothingness with a deafening shattering sound, leaving only devastation and astonishment on the ground.
There was no emotion on Tianyu's face, he just watched the destruction with indifference.
His eyes were deep and sharp, and his body reacted instinctively, quickly shifting his attention to the most critical scoreboard in the real world.
"1-1", the simple and clear score, like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, stands firmly in Tianyu's heart.
A barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart: Fortunately, I didn't let my opponent widen the gap, the game is still under my control and completely within my control.
On the other hand, Yukimura seemed to have lost all his strength at this moment, his face was ashen and his eyes were empty.
He couldn't believe that even after trying his best and even using his latest tricks, he couldn't shake Tianyu at all.
This feeling of failure was like a heavy rock, pressing on him and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He began to question himself, is there any chance that he can win this game?
This thought spread quietly in his heart like a poisonous snake, making him feel unprecedented despair and helplessness.
However, Tianyu did not show any mercy. After casting the Emperor Sword Formation, he maximized all the enhancement effects.
Yukimura, at this moment, seemed to be in an endless maze, and every attempt to fight back was like hitting an invisible wall.
Every time Yukimura's racket barely touched the fast-moving tennis ball, an indescribable feeling of dizziness would surge over him like a tide, greatly reducing his judgment and reaction ability.
What made Yukimura feel even more desperate was that the balls he hit with all his strength, at the moment when they were about to escape Tianyu's control, were gently lifted up by a golden airflow as if being pulled by an invisible hand.
This airflow was like a king's cloak, elegant yet majestic, gently sending the tennis ball back to Tianyu.
Tianyu didn't even need to move his feet. With the help of this force, he could easily hit the tennis ball again, trapping Yukimura in one cycle after another.
At this moment, Yukimura couldn't help but feel speechless.
How could he win? Win with his head?
As time passed, the score quickly reached "5-1".
Tianyu was only one goal away from winning the game.
Yukimura stared blankly at the tennis ball in his hand.
At this moment, Tianyu looked at Yukimura and couldn't help but feel a little regretful, "Hey, if Yukimura hadn't wasted these six months in the hospital bed, he would definitely be stronger than he is now!"
"Hey, Yukimura, catch up quickly. I'll be waiting for you on the road ahead!"
Yukimura smiled bitterly and hit the last ball.
Tianyu looked at the incoming ball and without any hesitation, he swung his racket to meet it.
This time, he put in all his effort, which showed his respect for the man Yukimura Seiichi.
The tennis ball, glittering with golden light, headed straight for Yukimura's half of the court.
Yukimura looked at the incoming ball and raised his racket to meet it.
With a loud bang, his racket was pierced again, and a big hole was blasted out on the wall behind him by the tennis ball.