Chapter 478: Artistic Harmony, Perfect Tezuka

Delacroix is ​​a man with a strong sense of self-esteem.

As a senior high school player, he would never allow himself to lose to two junior high school students. This is his bottom line, a bottom line that cannot be crossed!

For this reason.

He used another ability of his - artistic hypnosis!

"By applying paint, in a special hypnotic way, can you change your companion's personality?"

Outside the court, Mitsuya showed a solemn look.

This ability is very suitable for doubles. Especially Jonal St. George himself is also a very good player. After the data changes, it is even more difficult to be seen through.

Bang!

Delacroix served again.

At this time, he changed his previous crazy offensive posture and wandered around the baseline to cover George who was painted with paint.

Ta-ta-ta! !

The boy moved quickly on the tennis court.

He was not tall and thin, and did not look threatening at all. However, Fuji still felt a strong sense of danger.

Bang!

Sure enough.

George suddenly attacked and rushed out unexpectedly. He hit the tennis ball straight at Fuji in a volley.

"Danger!"

In the stands, Fuji Yuta of St. Rudolph exclaimed.

The ball was too fast. If he was in his place, he would not be able to react at all. And if he was hit by this ball, he would definitely be seriously injured.

Snap!

However, Fuji reacted quickly and changed his batting posture in an instant. But even so, he just barely hit the tennis ball.

Swish!

Immediately, George flew up. He observed Fuji's posture with sharp eyes, saw through the opponent's weakness, and suddenly shot, hitting the opponent's weak position.

Bang!

"15-15."

Step.

Then.

The boy landed steadily on the ground, and a scornful smile appeared on his painted face: "Your weakness has been seen through by me."

"This guy"

Taocheng, Haitang and others all showed dissatisfied expressions.

However, they were also very surprised by this special change in the way of hitting the ball. After careful observation, they could not see the principle.

On the court.

With the change of style, George showed a crushing trend against Fuji. After that, he scored continuously and forced the latter into a dead end. But just when the French players thought that they had regained the initiative in the game, Fuji gradually adapted to the opponent's style and scored a backhand slice.

"40-30."

"This kid"

Delacroix narrowed his eyes.

He didn't expect that the opponent's adaptability was so strong. In such a short time, he adapted to George's changed tennis style.

"What a pity."

But then, Delacroix smiled confidently again.

He called George to the side, washed off the paint on the opponent's face in a very short time, and then the brush flew up and down, and he painted a new face for the opponent.

"This"

The representatives of the Japanese team were immediately surprised.

Qian, Liu and others narrowed their eyes.

This ability is very tricky for them who are good at data tennis. Imagine how you would feel if the opponent's data you collected with great difficulty changed in an instant.

Although Fuji was not a data type player, he also suffered a lot.

Bang!

In the end.

The fourth game was still won by the opponent, and the two sides tied 2-2.

"France!"

"France!"

"France!"

The blown counterattack horn made the fans and spectators of the French team excited and kept shouting slogans in the stands. The momentum was like a wave, hitting one after another.

However.

Both Tezuka and Fuji were very calm about this.

"Heh."

Delacroix shook his head and sneered: "Just pretending to be calm. When you watch the score being pulled apart little by little, fear will spread completely in your hearts."

He was very satisfied with his artistic masterpiece.

And.

As time goes by, when George completely collects the data of the two opponents, the situation of the game will be completely controlled by them.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The game continued.

Delacroix and George launched an attack, trying to take down their opponent's serve. The two attacked fiercely, and for a while, they actually forced Fuji into a state of embarrassment.

"Hehe."

Looking at his opponent, George's face painted with paint showed a mocking smile: "Sorry, I have completely seen through your blind spot."

Bang!

As he spoke, he suddenly made a move and hit the tennis ball straight to the area in front of Fuji's right foot.

"There. That's your blind spot!"

George was very confident. This was the result he derived from data tennis.

"Really?"

But at this moment.

Fuji, who was originally very embarrassed, raised his head, and there was no panic on his face. In his deep eyes, a sharp luster flashed.

"Do you really think that you have collected my real data?"

Bang!

As the voice fell, Fuji suddenly made a move, and under the stunned eyes of everyone, he hit the tennis ball into the air.

"Ah?"

The crowd, who were originally very nervous, were suddenly dumbfounded.

Especially the players of the French team, after they came to their senses, they looked at Bu Er with astonishment.

"Is this a mistake?"

If the ball is hit at such a height from this angle, the final result will inevitably fly out of bounds.

"ridiculous."

Naturally, George couldn't help but sneered: "I thought your tennis was so good, but it turned out to be like this?!"

However.

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.

Whoosh!

I saw that the tennis ball flying into the air turned sharply, hit the court at an alarming speed, and flew out of the court under the unbelievable eyes of everyone.

Snap!

Subsequently.

The tennis ball was caught in Ninzu's hands.

"This kind of ball"

The junior high school students in the French team were immediately dumbfounded. They have never seen such gorgeous skills.

"Genius. Fuji Shusuke."

Camus said softly.

He looked at Fuji with eyes filled with admiration.

Such a talented player is very close to the style of their French team. Even if they are ranked third in the big4, their opponent will definitely become the main player among junior high school students.

"Is this his true strength?"

George was in a daze.

He has been collecting data since the beginning of the game, but his opponent is like a bottomless pit, constantly refreshing the data he recorded from the beginning to now.

"I don't believe it!"

George squinted his eyes, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

He believes that he has mastered data tennis to a very high level. Not to mention the data of junior high school students, it is the data of high school students. He has mastered the data of everyone else in the French team except Camus.

The person in front of me is just a junior high school student after all. The gap between the two sides will not and will never be so big.

Uh-huh!

But the next ball duel.

As he hit the ball, the opponent turned around without any warning.

"Your return ball can't go over the net."

"Are you kidding? How could my ball be nothing?!"

George originally wanted to refute, but the next second, when the tennis ball he hit really hit the blocking net, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stood there blankly as if he had seen a ghost.

"Gudu."

The French team staff member's throat rolled subconsciously.

But then, he took a deep breath and put on a ready posture.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

But.

No matter how he fought back, the tennis ball always hit the blocking net when he got close to it.

"Game!"

"Japanese team, 3-2, exchange positions!"

End of game.

Japan takes the lead again.

On the other hand, on the French team, from the representatives to the players on the field to the fans outside the field, everyone was dumbfounded.

They never imagined that they would really see such a weird and exaggerated scene.

"What a strong spin!"

Delacroix frowned.

He roughly grasped the principle of the ultimate trick, and it was not difficult for him to crack it. But this didn't solve the problem, because the guy wearing glasses across from him still put strong pressure on him.

He had a hunch that once he teamed up with George to attack, the other party would attack without mercy.

but.

Looking at the situation on the court, it seems that George can't hold on anymore.

"If that's the case, then there's nothing we can do about it."

When the sixth game was about to begin, Delacroix took action again. However, this time he did not change the makeup on George's face, but focused on himself and did it again.

"this"

Everyone in the Japanese team was stunned for a moment.

"Self-hypnosis?"

Yukimura reacted and said in surprise: "Indeed, if it is a hypnotic ability, it should also be effective for me."

"Artistic tennis is really interesting."

Atobe also raised his eyebrows, with surprise in his eyes.

Just because the other party dares to attack him and enter the situation with his own body is enough for others to look high on him.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The game continues.

The French team launched a fierce attack as soon as they came up.

What is surprising is that Delacroix's makeup effect is much better than George's. Many of Fuji's previously difficult skills were solved by him one by one.

and.

As time went by, the two of them actually had the illusion of fighting with each other suppressing their opponents.

"Really or not?"

Kikumaru's eyes widened: "These two guys, why do you feel that they are getting stronger and stronger?"

"This is not an illusion."

Yagyu said solemnly: "Their doubles cooperation is even more tacit than before."

"Um."

Guanyue also nodded and said: "If their cooperation was only average in the past, now they are not inferior to some top doubles pairs."

This is not an exaggeration, because the cooperation between Delacroix and George has exceeded that, and they can achieve almost perfect cooperation without the need for secret codes.

Tread! !

On the court.

The two started to attack again. Through continuous hitting of balls and a coordinated attack without any delay, they turned defeat into victory in the sixth game and tied with their opponents again 3-3.

"Why, why?"

Taocheng was very surprised, but no one around him could give him an answer.

"Hey! Juping!"

This time.

Chitose, who lost the Doubles 2 victory outside the court, raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you feel that the movements of these two people are very familiar?"

"Um."

Tachibana nodded.

He could clearly feel that the cooperation between Delacroix and George had a very familiar taste.

"Wait, could it be..."

Suddenly.

He seemed to think of something, and his pupils shrank quietly.

"Synchronous?!"

"Did you notice it?"

On the court, Delacroix turned his head, and Delacroix, with paint on his face, showed a confident smile.

"This is the inspiration given to me by the kid with phantom ability from the Japanese team."

While speaking, he added a few wild and offensive colors to his face. Then, he walked forward and added the same pattern to George's face.

"I see."

Outside the court.

Yagyu, Guanyue and others also reacted.

"This person used the same paint and makeup to hypnotize two people with different personalities and styles to the same radio frequency range."

"In this case, the two people's movements will gradually become the same. So, the effect of alternative synchronization appears."

"More importantly, as the makeup changes, the styles of synchronization options are also increasing. This ability is really terrible!"

"It's like... synchronization like art!"

Outside the court, everyone exclaimed.

"Artistic synchronization?"

Fuji's eyes flashed with a strong desire to fight.

Buzz!

Afterwards.

He burst out the wind field, increased his momentum, and fought against the two people with alternative synchronization alone. During this period, he felt the horror of synchronization and was beaten back step by step.

But he did not admit defeat. After that, he continued to use other counterattack skills, and even took out the killer move of light wind, and barely blocked the opponent's offensive.

Outside the court.

Tezuka looked as if it had nothing to do with him, and let Fuji be suppressed by the two.

At first, others thought that Tezuka was too arrogant. After Fuji was defeated by his opponent, he was the only one left.

However.

As the game continued, Fuji blocked the attack of the two men.

"Could it be that"

Camus seemed to think of something, and his eyebrows raised slightly: "Could it be that he regarded Edgar and Jonal as the whetstone of Fuji?"

This inference is outrageous.

But this is indeed what Tezuka thought.

As it turned out, Fuji did succeed. The pressure from the two squeezed out his potential. However, he also consumed too much physical energy and fell into a state of fatigue.

Bang!

When Fuji was about to lose, Tezuka finally made a move.

"It's useless."

Delacroix flashed a sneer in his eyes.

George couldn't help laughing and said, "It's a pity. If you had intervened just now, you might have had a chance to win. But now it's too late to react!"

They had already defeated the boy named Fuji Shusuke. As long as they followed the same method, they could defeat the seemingly calm boy with glasses in front of them.

Bang!

But the next moment.

Delacroix's return shot flew out of the court.

"Out!"

"15-40."

"Hmm"

Delacroix was shocked.

He tried to recall the ball just now, but a tennis ball flew in with a special rotation in his mind.

"That kind of rotation."

Thinking of the rotation speed on the tennis ball, his pupils shrank quietly.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In the subsequent games, the balls of the two were either sucked to their side by Tezuka or flew out of the court.

"This guy."

Delacroix and George's hearts trembled violently.

At this time, they clearly felt that the person standing in front of them was not a junior high school student, but a majestic mountain.

The pressure was too strong.

So much so that the two of them were suppressed and couldn't raise their heads.

However.

Delacroix's self-esteem was at work, and he didn't want to lose here. So he used his remaining physical strength to burst out with a stronger momentum.

Bang!

However

Tezuka's ball was merciless and passed through his crotch again.

"Gulp."

Looking up, Delacroix looked at the boy across from him, who was covered with light spots and particles, and his throat rolled uncontrollably.

"The first set is over."

"The Japanese team won, the score was 6-3!"