readytorunbook #290 - Polk's Other Dimension
#290 - Polk's Other Dimension
On the court.
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At this moment, Polke was in a dream.
He saw that Yukimura's wrist was severely sprained due to his own Vortex Baptism.
The action of holding the racket was already very abnormal.
But Polke kept hitting the tennis ball on his racket-holding side.
This made Yukimura constantly show a painful expression.
"You should just give up."
Polke said calmly, holding the tennis ball, "Your stamina has also reached its limit."
"If this continues, you will never be able to play tennis again."
But the determination in Yukimura's eyes seemed to tell him the answer.
"Is that so."
"That's really a pity."
Polke said, throwing the tennis ball into the sky, and slightly exerted force on his arm at the moment of descent, swinging the racket.
Bang! The tennis ball flew out and directly hit the ground.
Yukimura endured the pain and collided the racket with the tennis ball.
But hesitating due to the pain, the tennis ball directly rushed out of the racket and hit the wall.
At this time.
Polke noticed something was wrong.
There was no referee's voice, no audience's shouts.
All of this was remarkably unnatural.
He thought his hearing had disappeared again, but he immediately denied it because he could hear the sound of the ball being hit.
Moreover, even if Yukimura's wrist was sprained, his left hand could still hold the racket.
Everything was remarkably unnatural.
Just then.
Polke reacted.
This is a dream!
A glint flashed in his eyes, and the aura of his whole body gradually erupted.
The entire space produced a strong turbulence.
As the turbulence occurred, glowing debris began to fall little by little from the air.
As the debris fell, the entire space began to crack piece by piece like broken glass.
Until all the fragments had fallen completely.
Polke only felt a light in front of his eyes and returned to reality.
At this time.
"Player Polke, please serve, first warning!"
The referee's voice sounded.
"What's wrong with Polke?"
"He doesn't serve on his service games every time?"
"Is it because of confidence?"
"Child of God! Child of God!"
"Polke, go for it!"
The audience's discussions and shouts mixed together, but every sound could be heard clearly.
"To think you'd use such a trick."
Polke took out a tennis ball from his pocket and said calmly, "Sensory deprivation and dreams will no longer work on me."
"Why do you think you're not in a dream right now?"
Could it be that he's still in a dream!
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
But immediately, Polke calmed down.
This is a mental technique, so naturally there is a way to solve it.
As a professional player, he must be tested like this.
After thinking it over.
The aura on his body erupted again in an explosive manner.
For a time, the entire court was shrouded in a kind of pressure.
At this moment, Polke was like the king of the court, and the court was his kingdom.
Everyone could only maintain terror towards him.
Because!
The king is going to war!
From the kingdom called the court, he attacked Yukimura's other side!
For a time.
The entire court seemed to have turned into a medieval battlefield.
Behind both sides were castles that could not be destroyed.
And Polke at this moment was like a king on an expedition, with golden armor pointing his sword at Yukimura.
This powerful force continued to expand.
The space also continued to vibrate.
Finally.
The entire space shattered again.
The castle and armor disappeared.
Polke returned to the court.
At this time, the entire court heard cheers, although he didn't understand what was going on.
But, Polke could be sure that the current score was 4:0!
His service game was missed again.
Polke couldn't stand it.
He was attacked mentally twice.
Although he broke free in a very short time.
But this is also an undeniable fact.
If he wants to prove himself, the best way now is to defeat Yukimura with all his strength!
"I didn't expect Polke to be mentally attacked by Yukimura twice."
Bismarck said in shock.
"Polke was a little careless."
Bertie shook his head and said, "This type of mental attack, even if you are prepared, the result is still the same."
"But if this continues, it will be troublesome."
Bismarck looked at the scoreboard and said, "It's already 4:0 now, Yukimura will not let Polke score so easily."
"Moreover, Polke has consumed a lot of stamina due to breaking free from the two mental attacks, the situation is very unfavorable for him."
"Here, we can only believe in his awareness as a professional player!"
Hearing this, everyone nodded.
Everything can only be broken by Polke on the court.
On the court.
"I want to thank you, Yukimura."
Polke said calmly, "You have once again made me aware of my shortcomings."
Yukimura didn't speak, he threw the tennis ball into the sky, gathered strength in his arm, and swung his racket suddenly!
A ripple of airflow was generated around Yukimura as the center.
The tennis ball flew across the court with trails of blue smoke.
In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball had already hit the ground, and then bounced up quickly.
At this time.
The aura of Polke's whole body erupted.
The atmosphere of the entire court became strange, and a heavy pressure appeared on everyone's body.
It was as if a piece of iron was pressing on their chest, making it difficult to breathe.
The compression between the air produced bursts of explosions.
"Different dimension!"
Irie Kanata's eyes changed and said, "A professional player's different dimension."
"If it was just a collision just now."
Duke Watanabe squinted his eyes and said, "Then now is the real start."
"Yeah."
Kito Jiro said.
"He is definitely like this now because of Yukimura's two mental attacks."
Taneshima Shuji shrugged and said, "As a professional player, he probably can't accept making two mistakes."
"And Polke has always been strict with himself."
Hearing this, everyone nodded.
This is indeed a fact.
In the U-17 World Cup, even above the professional level.
Caution, calmness, and hard work have always been Polke's labels.
At the same time.
Above the court.
The aura on Polke's body had become so powerful that it was visible to the naked eye.
Immediately, he raised his arm, his muscles bulged, and at the moment the tennis ball bounced, he directly crashed into it.
In just an instant, the tennis ball produced an explosive sound and flew out of the racket!
"Vortex Baptism!"
Bang! The tennis ball carried an astonishing spin, instantly cutting through the entire court.
A wisp of blue smoke visible to the naked eye filled the tennis ball's trajectory, and the sound of breaking through the air continued to sound, causing the airflow to produce an explosion.
The whirlwind whipped up by the tennis ball swept all the surrounding gravel into it.
In an instant, the tennis ball seemed to have become the center of a storm.
The next second, the tennis ball slammed into the ground and flew out of the court!
"15:0!"
At this time, the referee's voice sounded.