This is the anti-theft badge.
Prince Ren didn't have time to think too deeply.
He had been delayed for a while.
If he didn't serve, it would be a serve error.
So he squeezed the tennis ball in his hand.
He threw it up and hit it.
A series of numbers flashed through his mind as he swung the racket.
Including the height of the ball thrown by him and how much spin he could add to the ball at the angle of his swing.
He originally planned to use an ordinary high-speed serve to start the game, but when he calculated a series of values, he unconsciously vibrated his wrist slightly.
The slight vibration was transmitted to the racket, and the tennis ball circled around the upper middle part of the racket when it touched the racket.
The tennis ball left the racket.
This is an outside spin serve.
Prince Ren immediately got the answer through judgment.
But I didn't plan to play an outside spin serve?!
"Good serve." Yukimura ran and caught the ball.
He raised the corner of his mouth when he returned, "It seems that you can already control the realm of selflessness."
… What the hell?
The realm of selflessness?!
Prince Ren blinked.
Is this the realm of selflessness?
He looked down and could see the spiritual power covering his body.
In his eyes, it was just spiritual power.
There was a little light, but all spiritual power had light.
There were other forms.
And what he saw, such as the halo on Yukimura's head, or the sword on Sanada's head, others couldn't see it.
So Yukimura can see the halo on my body now?
Prince Ren recalled the realm of selflessness he had seen, and the external characteristics and competition performance of people who entered the realm of selflessness.
So this is the realm of selflessness.
Prince Ren's expression didn't change when he suddenly realized.
He responded lazily.
He adjusted his posture when he received the ball.
Under the effect of spiritual power, his strength seemed to be a little stronger.
His speed was also faster than usual, and it seemed that he could always maintain the speed without wasting his energy.
But recalling the aftereffects of the realm of selflessness, Prince Ren kept his doubts and let the model in his mind turn left and right.
He judged the landing point in advance.
It was faster than judging the landing point by judging Qi.
He could even judge the landing point of the next ball because the probability was in the position where Yukimura was now.
Here.
The fastest and most reliable way to get points was … 6 goals!
Prince Ren took a step back.
He placed the racket behind him.
He patted it from the bottom up.
Naturally, it was an empty cicada.
Liu's trick had appeared many times in Tachikai University's practice matches.
Prince Ren had seen a lot of things, so he could more or less analyze the theory.
However, when left-handed and right-handed players played tennis, it was not a simple mirror image replacement that could restore the moves. Therefore, he was only in the "analysis" stage.
Now, the calculation speed in his mind was beyond imagination, and the original problems were solved one by one.
The angle, the speed, and the skill of the swing.
He didn't even need to think too much. He just waved it according to his imagination, and it was a complete "Empty Cicada".
What else?
There was also Sanada's "Wind Forest Volcano" and Bunta's "Walking on a Tightrope".
However, some of these moves were not suitable for the current situation, and some were useless against Yukimura.
What else was there?
The sixth ball.
Prince Ren finally stood in the ideal position in his imagination.
The tennis ball flew diagonally towards his waist, and he retracted his arm and placed it by his side. The racket naturally extended horizontally.
His wrist and elbow relaxed and maintained a certain tension. Prince Ren guided his arm and completed the move he had thought of and tried the most many times.
The Zero Chop.
The tennis ball with added spin brushed past the net at a slow speed. It fell the moment it crossed the net, almost clinging to the surface of the net and falling to the ground.
There was no bounce.
It was not just the Zero Chop.
It was harder to return than the Zero Chop.
It was too close to the net. Even if he wanted to save the ball, once the racket touched the net, it would be a foul.
Yukimura stood in front of the net and retracted his hand.
He stretched his eyebrows and looked at Prince Ren with a new gaze. "Have you reached this level?"
It was not just a complete imitation, nor was it just unconsciously using various high-level moves that he had seen before. Instead, he was able to develop his own understanding and usage of those moves on the basis of those moves, completely turning them into his own use.
Prince Ren retracted his hand.
He experienced the mysterious feeling just now, then raised his head and made a provocative expression at Yukimura. He licked his lips and revealed a bit of his teeth. His expression was a bit like a beast looking for food, and his eyes were slightly narrowed.
"So, Minister, can this make you more serious?" he said.
Yukimura could not help but laugh. "Yes."
"I feel a sense of accomplishment to be able to make you put in so much effort to show your strength," he said.
Prince Ren was stunned after hearing that. He unconsciously withdrew his expression and puffed up his cheeks into a bun face.
I'm so angry. I'm not here to play an exhibition game for you!
"How long can you maintain this state?" Yukimura asked. "Do you know?"
Prince Ren adjusted his grip on the racket.
He felt the spiritual power flowing in his body and could come to a conclusion that was not too optimistic.
He had already gone to Motonaru today. Although he did not forge his own sword, nor was he asked to give it to the injured swordsmen, he only flipped through the financial report in Motonaru. However, the spiritual power that maintained Motonaru's operation had been taken away.
With the remaining spiritual power, how long could he maintain his current state?
Thirteen minutes and twenty-six seconds.
Prince Ren came to a conclusion.
It was not enough for a game.
But …
"I won't let you continue to be so skillful."
Prince Ren re-adjusted his posture. "I really can't hold on for too long, so let's not chat."
Yukimura laughed.
Thirteen minutes and twenty-six seconds.
Prince Ren really used his full strength in thirteen minutes and twenty-six seconds.
In the state of spiritual power, his calculation ability not only doubled, it could almost be said that he was a human-shaped self-driving computer.
At the same time, his physical condition had also increased to the greatest extent.
His skills, which were originally his strong points, had been increased to an unbelievable extent. Whether it was the Zero Ball Chop or the Empty Cicada, he could use them freely.
As for spiritual power, it was the spiritual power that made Yukimura feel troubled.
Sometimes, he even felt that the person standing on the opposite side of the field was not Prince Ren, but someone else, Tezuka, or Liu.
When Prince Ren used the "Waltz of Destruction", he even felt that the person who jumped up was the blonde Radical 145!
Was this a trick of the eyes on perception?
Yukimura thought of the move he had been developing recently.
Based on his exquisite skills and spiritual power, he could mislead the opponent by hitting the ball, and finally drag the opponent into a spiritual illusory world.
He named this move "Dream World".
And Prince Ren's move …
Yukimura narrowed his eyes.
He also became serious.
At the five-minute mark, he took off his jacket.
Or rather, he did not take the initiative to take it off, but Prince Ren, who had long disliked the jacket, hit it with the ball.
Sanada's "Fire-like Invasion" was still a little difficult for him. It was not in terms of skill, but the difference in strength between Sanada and him was too big.
But with the enhancement of spiritual power, the level of his "Fire-like Invasion" was not much lower than Sanada's.
Even if it was not an obstacle to Yukimura, he just wanted to take off his jacket!
Yukimura, who did not expect Prince Ren to work so hard to use the "Fire-like Invasion", was speechless.
He looked at the jacket on the ground and shook his head helplessly. "You played like this just for my jacket?
You could have gotten this ball. "
Prince Ren, who had lost a point, straightened his back indifferently and prepared to change the field. "Puri ~"
Yukimura glanced at Prince Ren, and finally folded his jacket twice and put it on the field.
Perhaps the jacket really was a switch, because when he returned to the field, his entire aura was different.
Prince Ren's spiritual power, which covered the entire field, also noticed the change in Yukimura's spiritual power.
It was more aggressive and more explosive.
He did not feel afraid. Instead, he was satisfied and eager to try.
Could he finally see Yukimura's trump card?
To be honest, he was already doubting his dream.
Yukimura was sick?
What kind of joke was this? Yukimura was sick?!
If this was called sick, then he, who had used all his strength, was really weak in comparison.
Prince Ren would not admit that he was weak.
But when he could finally see Yukimura's trump card, he began to feel nervous.
Beep beep beep beep beep beep.
In his eyes, the blue line that covered Yukimura's body flashed twice, and the value next to it began to jump.
The value of speed and strength began to have decimal points. It was not very stable, and it rose by one to three decimal points on the original basis.
And the value of spiritual power rose straight up, all the way to 4.5, and finally almost to 5, and finally stabilized at 4.5.
And he saw that Yukimura's body was also shining.
It was the light of the Selfless State.
But it was not the same as his own spiritual power.
His own spiritual power, the source of which was in the body's dantian, could indeed control the flow of every light.
And Yukimura's Selfless State was not so much spiritual power, but a qualitative change of "Qi" that one would definitely have when one's strength reached a certain level.
It came from within the body, but there was no fixed source.
Vaguely, King Ren had some kind of understanding.
Before he could think further, Yukimura, who satisfied his wish to "hurry up", had already started to serve.
Dong!
Dong!
Dong!
It was not that he could not see clearly, nor that he could not catch up, nor that he could not fight back.
But before he wanted to move, Yukimura, who finally began to show his power, suddenly exerted his spiritual power on him.
Prince Ren instantly felt like he was being grabbed by the back of his neck by some wild beast. Even if he only spent a fraction of a second to break free, he lost the best time to return the ball.
And the speed of the ball was too fast, and the angle was too tricky. The four balls hit the same point — the intersection point of the boundary.
"You've been waiting for a long time," Yukimura said, "but now, it's not too late."
Prince Ren closed his eyes and opened them again.
He calculated the score, licked his lips, and smiled, "What a pity, I almost won."
"We're only halfway through the game, don't judge so early. I don't intend to give the No. 1 position to others."
The halo above Yukimura's head gradually derived other patterns and began to slowly change shape.