Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"Oh?"

The latter narrowed his eyes slightly, reacted quickly, and moved his feet to the landing point of the tennis ball.

Whoa!

He quickly raised his racket and, with a thud, caught the tennis ball firmly in the center of his racket.

"This power..."

Feeling the pressure from the opponent's ball of light, Byodoin frowned slightly. But he didn't think much of it and carefully flicked the tennis ball, aiming it straight at the back of Flower's body.

boom!

"0-15!"

The German professional player couldn't react in time to that shot?

"what happened?"

In the stands, Stenev frowned and said, "That return shot just now, although it borrowed power from Frauer, shouldn't have been difficult for him to return it, right?"

"Ah."

Although Zeus, Torres, Gorgia, and others didn't say anything, to be honest, they could have responded to that last shot.

Cavaello, the Spanish team's chief strategist, thought for a moment and said, "Could it be that he's gathering information?"

"That's possible, but..."

"nothing."

At this moment, Amadeus, standing nearby, smiled meaningfully and said, "It's not that he doesn't want to retaliate, but that he can't, that's all..."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed quickly in Medanore's eyes.

There's definitely something strange about this Flower!

Chapter 163 Outwardly Strong but Inwardly Weak

boom!

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

A game ends in three minutes.

The German national team's star player surprisingly lost his serve right from the start. Not only were fans from various countries looking at each other in bewilderment, but even the German players themselves were completely baffled.

"What happened to Captain Flower...?"

As a professional player, Flower's record, while not as impressive as Polk's and Barritley's, is still remarkable at 18 wins, 5 draws, and 13 losses, especially considering he's just starting out as a professional.

When the players switched sides, Byodoin gave Flower a deep look. But Flower remained expressionless and calmly walked to the other end of the court.

"What exactly is this person plotting..."

To be honest, he wasn't afraid of being schemed against. Even when facing Niou, he wouldn't worry about such things. But this was the main tournament, and his opponent was a renowned professional player, which made him have to think more carefully.

"In that case..."

Reaching the baseline, he narrowed his eyes, took out a tennis ball, and gently held it in his hand.

Chi!

With a soft sound, a tennis ball emitting a faint golden light fell from his hand.

destroy!

"Drink up!"

As the tennis ball landed, Byodoin's eyes widened suddenly, and he swung his racket sharply.

boom!

With a loud bang, the tennis ball, which had been swung around and struck, transformed into a trembling, spinning ellipsoid that instantly flew over the net and headed straight for Flower.

"Such a powerful aura of destruction!"

Bismarck frowned deeply. The spin and power of this ball, as well as the destructive aura it exuded, were far stronger than the shots their star player had made before.

Was the team captain deliberately holding back, or did he fail to grasp the essence of this serve?

He wasn't a true world-class player, but with his keen observation skills, he noticed the changes in Flower.

Hiding one's talents?

There's no need, because everyone knows he's a professional player.

Collecting information?

That's possible, but as a professional player, shouldn't Flower be showing considerable confidence?

Something's not right. Ever since just now, their professional captain has been behaving abnormally in every way.

"Could it be... no, I must be overthinking it..."

Bismarck shook his head, then calmed down and carefully observed how Flower handled the ball.

Boom!

The tennis ball landed, its powerful impact squeezing and slamming into the ground, sending dust billowing into the air. Amidst the swirling smoke, Flower made his move.

boom!

His racket sliced ​​out at incredible speed, skimming the surface of the tennis ball. With a hissing sound, the ball relentlessly squeezed and impacted the racket face.

"Well……"

Feeling the immense power emanating from above, he gritted his teeth, and a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"This guy has incredible strength!"

Under the watchful eyes of Polk, Ren, Medanore, and others, Flower finally couldn't hide his weakness. His hand holding the racket trembled uncontrollably, and in the end, the racket was flung away by a tremendous force.

"15-0!"

What?!!

Upon seeing the racket fly out and slam into the wall, many German fans in the stands instinctively stood up.

How could this be? How is this possible?

Just a serve, and even a professional player like Flower couldn't return it?

Damn it!

Seeing this, Polk clenched his fist tightly. Facing the bewildered German players, he couldn't help but yell, "That idiot, does he even know what he's doing?"

"Ugh……"

Beside him, QP let out a deep sigh.

He realized it too—no, not just realized it recently, he'd had this suspicion for a while. But Polk's reaction confirmed his suspicions.

Flower is injured.

Two days ago, in the quarterfinals, when facing Switzerland's Amadeus in singles, he was severely damaged by the opponent's mental breakdown.

"Ah……"

On the other side, Byodoin, seeing this change, couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

The opposing team's star player was burdened by his own reputation. And because of this, a huge hidden danger was created for the German team.

As the saying goes, a thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole. If a country's chief general has a problem, then the problem is far more complicated.

"You did this?"

In the stands, Medanore watched Amadeus with a half-smile. The latter shrugged and said calmly, "You know he's still a bit below our level. He insisted on taking my mental severance; it has nothing to do with me..."

Is he implying that it's my fault?

"Too……"

Medanore smiled slightly. Not everyone is that shrewd and terrifying boy. The way of tennis requires constant encouragement and a heart full of reverence.

Frauer may grow after this battle, but the German team is facing the biggest crisis in its history.

"Whoosh..."

Taking a couple of deep breaths, Flower's gaze darkened. After glancing indifferently at Byodoin across from him, he pressed heavily on his chest. The severe injuries he had sustained there had not yet healed, and whenever he tried to use power beyond his limits, he would experience a tearing pain.

He knew very well that, for Germany's tenth consecutive championship, he had to suffer, if possible, even if it meant personally ending his tennis career. But after experiencing professional tennis, being adored by countless media outlets, and being welcomed by countless beautiful and lovely girls, giving up his tennis career was simply impossible for him.

Moreover, even if he goes all out, he might not necessarily defeat his opponent.

If that's the case, why take the risk?

That's right, there's no need to take the risk!

boom!

"Match ended! Byodoin Japan wins, score 6-0!"

Twenty minutes later, this dramatic match came to an end. No one cheered, no one cursed; their minds were still processing the sheer volume of information from the game.

But one thing is certain: the Japanese team has the upper hand!

Chapter 164 The Showdown Ahead of Schedule

Two wins and one loss!

The opportunity for victory presented itself to the Japanese team so quickly. No one expected it, not even Niou.

"So, what about the next match..."

Mifune, sitting on the coach's bench, said in a deep voice, "I think we should take it all in one go!"

"Well……"

Kirihara and the others nearby twitched involuntarily. After a moment's thought, their gazes all turned to Niou beside them.

calm!

The person in charge of arranging the Japanese team's squad has set his sights on the German team, or more precisely, on Polk.

"General!"