Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"A racket is not something to hurt others. But tennis is also not something to compete with others..."

His mind became increasingly clear, and his eyes gradually regained their brilliance, a glint of light flashing in them.

"Besides, if we're going to compete, how can we stand still here? My tennis career, my professional path, can't be stopped by a phone call or one person!"

hum!

Finally, just as the tennis ball was about to hit Tezuka's face, a light that was even more intense than before erupted from his body.

Fuji paused after serving, muttering to himself, "Perfect...hmm?"

chi chi...

When he looked down, he realized that the tennis ball had somehow landed on his court.

"Zero-style... slice shot..."

Cold sweat streamed down the genius's face. In that short span of time, his opponent had executed a slice shot, and he hadn't even noticed the slightest change.

call!

As the white light dissipated, Tezuka, whose body radiated a faint white light, was revealed. His face was calm, with a slight smile on his lips. He said, "Thank you, Fuji!"

Then, he turned his head and took a deep look at where Niou was. He had just observed the surroundings, but Echizen hadn't appeared.

"Have you successfully broken free?"

Niou's lips curled slightly, a sly glint in his eyes. He hadn't expected his opponent to field a professional-level player in this match, nor did he know that Tezuka had been forfeited by that old man named Gaggle.

"It looks like my plan can be started ahead of schedule..."

boom!

"Game! Germany, 1-1!"

boom!

"Game! Germany, 2-1!"

Tezuka unleashed an even more flawless and powerful attack than ever before, far surpassing Fuji's current abilities. The match between the two became almost entirely one-sided.

"Whoosh..."

Fuji took a few deep breaths and said with emotion, "As expected of Tezuka, who gives it his all."

Swish!

At that moment, a large hand blocked his way.

That's all.

Watanabe stepped forward and shook his head, saying, "You are no match for him now. Leave the rest of the match to me."

"Tezuka Kunimitsu, you may leave now."

Barrett also stepped forward, stretching as he laughed, "You guys have been fighting for so long, my hands are itching to join in."

Tezuka met his gaze without flinching and said, "Commander, I think I can try again."

"Oh?"

Barritley raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes slightly. Tezuka immediately felt as if a small mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, and his body swayed, almost unable to bear it.

"Hmm..." The other person opened their eyes slightly and said, "It's not impossible, but if you get serious later, I won't have time to take care of you."

Tezuka nodded solemnly and said, "I understand."

"Interesting. A middle school student wants to get involved in that level of combat?"

Watanabe stretched his body a couple of times, and his momentum immediately reached its peak.

Tear it apart!

At the beginning, his coat was violently torn to shreds.

hum!

On the other side, Barrett's aura was also rising steadily, and the two auras were subtly clashing.

"It's coming!"

He tossed the tennis ball up, swung his racket, and slammed it down hard.

boom!

boom!

The field suddenly transformed into a treacherous environment with flying sand and stones.

Fuji could only obediently stand aside, while Tezuka, while constantly dodging the two's auras, seized the opportunity to counterattack.

"This guy, could he already be..."

Sanada, Atobe, and the others stared wide-eyed at the figure on the court in disbelief.

At this point, Tezuka was already capable of participating in battles at the interdimensional level.

Boom!

Finally, with a fierce smash from Barritley, the German team won a set.

"Match ended, Germany wins, score 6-3!"

Chapter 162 Overlord vs. Professional

No matter how strong Watanabe is, he can't take on two opponents at once. Especially since one of them is a professional-level fighter; he'd lose more often than he'd win against them individually. However, Tezuka's performance was a pleasant surprise.

Thump, thump thump...

On the stands, a cane made of fine Phoebe zhennan wood taps the ground from time to time, revealing the changing moods of its owner.

Beside him, a young man who looked like a secretary respectfully said, "President, what do you think of the plan...?"

"Hmm, there's no need."

The old man, who is also the chairman of Sigmund Pharmaceuticals, one of the sponsors of this World Cup, shook his head and said, "He is indeed talented, but he is far from our target."

Gaggle was very confident that he could catch the person he wanted to control. In the match just now, although Tezuka didn't face his opponent, that person must have owed Tezuka Kunimitsu something.

"Don't worry, he'll definitely sign with Siegemund..."

With one win and one loss, the game is back to square one.

In the German team, Barritley and Tezuka were substituted off to rest. Polk frowned slightly and looked at the young man leaning against the wall.

"Timos, it's your turn!"

However, the other party remained unmoved.

"Hmm, Captain Timos, he..."

Seeing this, the German players around them couldn't help but whisper among themselves. On the other side, after arranging for Watanabe to leave, Byodoin calmly picked up his racket from the wall, a slight smile playing on his lips, and stepped onto the court.

"It's him! The Japanese team leader!"

Upon seeing this, the players from other countries couldn't help but twitch. Byodoin is arguably the second strongest player on the Japanese team after Niou, with his strength consistently at the second tier, coupled with his domineering and aggressive playing style, which has garnered much attention.

"Has it started...?"

At that moment, Flower, who was leaning against the wall, moved. Seeing his lazy forward movement, a glint flashed in Polk's eyes: "His mood just now...something was off..."

Cowardice?

Not to mention others, even he didn't believe it. But just a moment ago, he did feel a faint sense of relief from Flower.

What is the other party afraid of?

"Nioh Masaharu, is it...?"

Polk narrowed his eyes. The only one on the other side who deserved Frauer's attention was that monstrous young man. But as a professional, Frauer didn't need to be intimidated by someone of similar strength, did he?

Something's not right. This guy has been acting very strangely since the beginning.

"The singles match will now begin."

"Team Germany's Timothy Frauer (Senior 12) vs. Team Japan's Byodoin Phoenix."

"Timos Flower?"

Upon hearing this, Mitsuya, who was still considering the opponent's lineup, twitched. Beside him, Yanagi and Inui, and even Noah, did not look too good.

Noah said with a serious expression, "The second professional player!"

With three professional players in one team, Germany boasts arguably the most luxurious lineup in history. Are they finally going to send out their second professional player? In other words, are they aiming to win the match in one fell swoop?

"Are you alright?"

Kirihara looked at Niou with slight trepidation, but Niou's expression remained unchanged as he shook his head and said, "Byōdōin's chances of winning this match are slim. But matches, or games of chess, are often not decided based on existing information and the number of pieces..."

At the net, the two did not exchange many words. The other's arrogance made Byodoin chuckle inwardly.

"A professional, huh? Then let me see your true strength."

He's not even afraid of death, so why would he be afraid of professional athletes? His motto is to win; there's no other way.

"The match begins, Germany's Frauer serves, end of set!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

As he gently bounced the tennis ball, feeling its texture in his hand, Flower seemed to find his rhythm, and his momentum gradually increased.

Swish!

He raised his head, glanced indifferently at Byodoin, and then said, "I heard you can use this move too?"

Sizzle!!

As he finished speaking, his left hand, which was holding the tennis ball, suddenly emitted a burst of light... like fireworks lit in the night, attracting attention.

"A glowing ball?!"

On the other side, Tokugawa, Irie, and the others seemed to reflexively shrink their pupils. This German professional captain actually knew this move?

boom!

Flower's lips curled into a smirk, and she swung her racket swiftly. With a loud bang, the tennis ball transformed into a spinning, sharpened oval sphere, hurtling rapidly towards the right sideline of Byodoin.