Prince of Tennis Fraudster

Barrettley shook his head slightly and said calmly, "You and I are no longer in the same dimension."

As a professional, his skill level is far beyond what Watanabe can compare to.

Watanabe nodded, still smiling, and said, "I will still do my best."

The atmosphere was calm, even somewhat amiable. But even in this atmosphere, the warm breeze blowing between the two of them turned desolate and chilling.

Shortly after, the point was awarded, and both players took their positions. The referee nodded and announced, "The match begins. Tezuka of Germany serves. End of game!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

Tezuka gently bounced the tennis ball, his gaze slightly lifting and locking onto Fuji. As if sensing his gaze, the latter also looked up and smiled slightly at him.

"Fuji..."

With a soft murmur, a sharp glint flashed in Tezuka's eyes. He grasped the tennis ball with his right hand, tossed it gently into the air, and then quickly raised his racket, sending it slicing down in an instant.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball shot out like a shooting star.

"Here it comes! Captain Tezuka's super-fast serve!"

In the stands, upon seeing Tezuka's serve again, Horio couldn't help but shout out. Oishi and the others nearby, though suppressing their excitement, still sighed softly, "It hasn't been that long, and his serve has already become this fast."

"Fuji..."

Beside him, Kikumaru glanced at Fuji with a hint of worry.

In the last farewell battle for U-17, Fuji lost without any chance to fight back. Now Tezuka has evolved again, can he withstand it?

Tap tap!

But the next moment, he only saw a light shadow flash by. Fuji moved quickly and arrived at the landing point of the tennis ball in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

He lifted the racket and quickly returned the shot.

"They...they fought it out...?"

boom!

boom!

While Kikumaru was still in shock, the two exchanged blows several more times. Their speed was so fast that his dynamic vision almost couldn't keep up.

"Wow, they've gotten so fast! Wait a minute!!"

Suddenly, his expression changed, and his eyes widened as he exclaimed, "The two of them, are they playing one-on-one?"

The tennis ball flew continuously over the net. Tezuka and Fuji's returns, in perfect unison, avoided the opposing high school student.

The two of them deliberately turned the match into a singles game!

Chapter 159 Tezuka's Pain

"Wow, that's amazing! Are these two guys really middle school students like us?"

In the stands, the middle school students who had come to accompany the leaders of various countries had eyes that gleamed with disbelief.

Speed, skill, explosiveness, and judgment—Tezuka and Fuji both demonstrated these to the pinnacle of middle school students.

"Wow, even those two high schoolers can't touch the ball!"

Some people marveled at the sight, but their companions shook their heads and said, "Those two were able to fight so spectacularly, probably at their behest."

How could a real singles match possibly take place right under the noses of both high school students? Anyone with a modicum of sense could see that both high school students were deliberately letting the match slide.

"What is that guy Ralph doing?"

In the German team, a tall, slender young man with fair skin frowned and said, "How dare the captain of the mighty German team be so audacious as to not put in any effort in the main competition?"

"Flower, calm down."

Polk, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, shook his head and said, "This is my arrangement. As for the consequences of the match, I will naturally take full responsibility."

"Humph!"

The young man snorted and said, "I don't care what you two are up to. If we lose this match again, we'll have no way out."

Timothy Flower!

Germany's third-ranked player possesses unparalleled skills and is known for her humility and kindness towards younger players. As a result, she is seen as a mother figure to German middle school students.

He was also known as one of the two technical masters alongside Switzerland's Amadeus, but he lost to Amadeus in the competition the day before yesterday.

His eyes darted around, and he took two steps back, leaning against the wall. He simply closed his eyes, as if he no longer wanted to care about the game.

Swish!

During the rally, sensing the opportune moment, Fuji quickly swung his racket, cutting the ball diagonally into the net, and then flicked his wrist to hit the tennis ball with appropriate power and spin.

Whoosh!

After clearing the net, the tennis ball suddenly sank and then slid along the ground.

Phoenix Returns!

Shinobu pushed up his glasses and said, "This guy is a monster. This move is even faster than it was in U-17."

"but……"

Sengoku, standing nearby, said with a serious expression, "Tezuka must have made a move too, right?"

Whoosh!

As expected, the tennis ball, which had been sliding along the ground, suddenly changed direction as if pulled by some force, gradually rising upwards. Eventually, it was completely affected by gravity and circled around to the side of Tezuka's racket, which he had already set up.

boom!

He swiftly swung his racket, sending the tennis ball towards Fuji's backhand side.

"As expected of Tezuka's domain."

Fuji nodded secretly. Tezuka's skills were still very strong. To defeat him, he first had to break through his domain. One of those methods was to use a counter-spin attack that could negate the opponent's spin.

However, Fuji does not intend to do so.

tread!

He stomped his left foot on the ground and used it as a pivot, rotating his body 180 degrees. He quickly caught up with Tezuka's return shot, and at the same time, a flash of eerie blue flame appeared in his eyes as he swung his racket.

Bang!

The tennis ball flew out softly and lightly. But it made Tezuka on the other side sense danger. He moved his body and, instead of waiting for the tennis ball to be pulled back by the field, he directly intercepted it.

Wind-based attack skill - No Wind!

The spin on the tennis ball was even stronger than what Tezuka had given it; it simply couldn't return to his side, and its landing point was unpredictable. This move was precisely Fuji's strategy of using the opponent's force against them, breaking through the restrictive circle of the Swiss team's Tracy.

It's perfect for dealing with Tezuka's domain, which is of the same nature.

"The domain has been broken just like that..."

In the stands, Oishi and the others exchanged bewildered glances. How could the Tezuka Zone, once hailed as an impenetrable defense in the world of junior high school tennis, have been so easily broken?

"Fuji, just how much have you grown?"

Snapped!

Upon catching up with the tennis ball, Tezuka did not hesitate to slice down with his racket and unleash his other ultimate move – the Zero-style slice!

Tap tap!

However, Fuji, whose speed had been greatly enhanced, quickly caught up, flipped his racket, and flicked the ball towards the baseline behind Tezuka.

"0-15!"

"This……"

In the stands, among the Japanese team members who were well aware of the gap between Fuji and Tezuka, none of them expected that Fuji would score the first point.

"Could it be..."

As if realizing something, Horio exclaimed, "Fuji-senpai... he's already... surpassed Tezuka-sama?"

With Tezuka's domain and Zero-style chop completely broken, his two signature techniques were effectively neutralized, meaning Tezuka was practically halfway to defeat.

Momoshiro and the others remained silent. They sensed that something was wrong, but couldn't quite put their finger on it.

Bang!

"0-30!"

Bang!

"0-40!"

Tezuka failed to score a single point in three consecutive shots.

Nourishes...

At that moment, a soft sound rang out, and a bright white vortex surged out from Tezuka's left wrist, tightly enveloping it.

The ultimate understanding achieved through countless trials and tribulations!

boom!

boom!

However, Fuji cleverly used the non-spinning ball and a light attack to seal Tezuka's hard-won skills.

Rustling sound!

The next moment, a surge of selfless energy erupted from Tezuka, enveloping his entire body. The vortex transformed into radiant light, continuously flowing around him.

The ultimate display of talent!

Snapped!

With his eyes closed, Fuji struck a tennis ball with a free and easy motion.

Pat-pat...

"Game! Japan, 0-1, changes of ends!"