How does it feel to be wrapped in spiritual power?
It's very comfortable.
It's as if I'm soaking in warm water, and all the negative states like fatigue seem to disappear.
Prince Ren held the racket and felt that he could even hit a home run with the ball.
Even his mind had cleared up a lot. The construction of the stadium model, which had been somewhat difficult, had now completely appeared in his mind. It was like a 3D holographic model. He could change its shape and orientation with a turn of his mind, allowing him to control the entire stadium to a terrifying degree.
He looked at Yukimura opposite him.
The human figure seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blue light, and then a few lines were drawn, showing the values of various positions like an online game.
Speed, Strength, Stamina, Spiritual Power, Technique.
Speed 5, Strength 4, Stamina 4, Spiritual Power 4, Technique 6. What does this mean?
Is it a score?
What's the full score?
10 points?
Prince Ren didn't have time to think too deeply.
He had been delayed for a while, and if he didn't serve, it would be a serve error.
So he squeezed the tennis ball in his hand, threw it up, and hit the ball.
A series of numbers flashed through his mind the moment he swung the racket.
Including the height of the ball thrown by him, and the angle of the racket, how much spin could be added to the ball.
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.
It was an outside spin serve. Prince Ren immediately got the answer through judgment.
But I didn't plan to use an outside spin serve!
"Good serve." Yukimura ran and caught the ball.
He raised the corner of his mouth as 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 spiritual power had light and 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?
Prince Ren recalled the Anatta State he had seen before, as well as the external characteristics and competition performances of the people who had entered the Anatta State.
So this was the Selfless State.
Prince Ren's expression didn't change when he realized what was going on.
He responded lazily and adjusted his posture when he caught the ball.
Under the effect of the spiritual energy, his strength seemed to have increased a little, and his speed was also faster than usual. It seemed that he could always maintain his maximum speed without wasting his energy.
But when he recalled the aftereffects of the Selfless State, Prince Ren kept his doubts and let the model in his mind turn left and right.
He was able to determine the landing point in advance, which was much faster than when he used to judge the landing point through Qi.
He could even predict where the next ball would land, because the probability was related to Yukimura's current position.
Here.
The fastest and most reliable way to get points was … 6 goals!
Prince Ren took a step back.
He placed the racket at the back and swung it from bottom to top. Naturally, it was an "empty cicada."
Liu's move had appeared many times in Tachikai University's practice matches. Prince Ren had seen it many times and analyzed the principle.
But when left-handed and right-handed people played tennis, it wasn't a simple mirror image replacement that could restore the moves, so he was only in the "analysis" stage.
Now, the calculation speed in his mind was faster than he imagined, and the original problems were solved one by one.
The angle, the speed, and the skill of swinging the racket.
He didn't even have to think too much. He just swung the racket according to the imagination in his mind, and it was a complete "empty cicada."
What else was there?
There was also Sanada's "Fuurinkazan" and Bunta's "Tightrope Walk."
But some of these moves weren't suitable for the current situation, and some of them were useless against Yukimura.
Then 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 wrists and elbows 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. The moment it passed, it fell, almost clinging to the surface of the net until it fell to the ground.
There was no bounce.
It wasn't just the Zero Chop.
It was more difficult 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 wasn't just a complete imitation, nor was it just subconsciously using various high-level moves that he had seen before. Instead, he was able to develop his own understanding and usage based on 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 couldn't 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 the way he held 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 still 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 already been extracted.
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 maintain it 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 been improved to the maximum.
His skills, which were originally his strong points, had been improved to an incredible extent. Whether it was the zero chop ball or the empty cicada, he could use them freely.
And spiritual power. Spiritual power was the part that troubled Yukimura.
Sometimes, he even felt that the person standing on the opposite side of the court 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 the deception of the eyes on perception?
Yukimura thought of the move he had been developing recently.
Based on his exquisite skills and spiritual power, through hitting the ball to mislead and finally drag the opponent into a spiritual illusory world.
He named this technique "Dreamland".
And Prince Ren's move …
Yukimura narrowed his eyes.
He also became serious.
Five minutes into the game, 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, not in terms of skills, but in terms of power, the gap 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 taken this ball. "
Prince Ren, who had lost a point, straightened his back indifferently and prepared to change the court. "Puri ~"
Yukimura glanced at Prince Ren, folded his jacket twice, and put it outside the field.
Maybe the jacket really was a switch, but when he returned to the field, his entire aura was different.
Prince Ren's spiritual power, which covered the entire field, also sensed the change in Yukimura's spiritual power.
It was more aggressive, more explosive.
He was not afraid. Instead, he was satisfied and eager to give it a 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 very weak.
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.
In his eyes, the blue line that covered Yukimura's body flashed twice, and the values next to it began to jump.
The values of speed and strength began to have decimal points, not stable, rising 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, before finally stabilizing at 4.5.
And he saw light appear on Yukimura's body.
It was the light of the Selfless Realm.
But it was not the same as his own spiritual power.
His own spiritual power, the source of which was in the dantian of his body, could indeed control the flow of every light.
And Yukimura's Selfless Realm, rather than spiritual power, was a qualitative change of "Qi" that one would possess when one's strength reached a certain level.
It came from the inside of the body, but there was no fixed source.
Prince Ren vaguely understood something.
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 could move, Yukimura, who finally began to show his power, suddenly exerted spiritual power on his body.
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 ball speed was too fast, and the angle was too tricky. The four balls hit the same point — the intersection of the borders.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," 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 jump to conclusions so early. I don't intend to give the No. 1 position to anyone else."
The halo above Yukimura's head gradually derived other patterns and began to slowly change shape.
Prince Ren stared there, adapting well to Yukimura's words. "I'm in the lead now."
"Soon you won't be," Yukimura said with a smile.
When his voice fell, the changes in the halo finally stopped.
The originally horizontal halo became vertical and began to solidify.
It was a scepter. The ring inlaid on the scepter was facing the front, and the position of the handle at the back extended into the void.
It seemed that a hand, a person, would hold it at any time.
Prince Ren's eyes also changed.
He felt that his whole body was about to burn. In such a situation, and under the stimulation of the spiritual power that enveloped him.
There was still one more ball in this game. If Yukimura ace …
“piyo~”
ACE？