Prince of Tennis Fraudster

Behind Polk, QP's expression suddenly changed.

The tournament rules stipulate that each team has one opportunity to adjust their starting lineup for each match, but the price is considered an automatic forfeit of the match featuring substitutes. Currently, the opposing team is in a very favorable position; if they capitalize on this advantage, the German team will face utter ruin and truly fall from grace.

Because QP knew very well that he was no match for Nioh.

The only person in the German team who could stop that person was Polk.

"Ah!"

In the Japanese team, the originally scheduled singles player, Nijima, did not take a shot, but instead watched Niou with great interest.

After a long while, having processed numerous thoughts and considerations in his mind, Niou spoke.

"I'll go."

boom!

Those two simple words carried immense weight, causing the German players opposite them to drastically change their expressions. At that moment, all their confidence as nine-time champions vanished.

"General..."

On the other side, qp couldn't help but speak up again.

"I'll do it."

Polk shook his head and then took off his coat.

A battle with that person was unavoidable. It was just that the time of the match was brought forward. Moreover, he hadn't shown his full strength in the exhibition match, and he was actually unwilling to accept that defeat.

"Hey, looks like the main course has been brought forward."

In the stands, Medanore's eyes suddenly lit up. Amadeus beside him also stopped banging on the railing, gently clapping his hands together; the duel between the two had finally piqued his interest.

They reacted quickly, but others, the ordinary spectators, were completely bewildered.

After a long while, just as they were getting impatient, the referee spoke up.

"Cough cough!!"

"Based on the suggestions from both sides, the order of the competition has been adjusted."

"Alright, let's begin the singles match two!"

"Germany's Jürgen Barisavich Polk (senior high school student) versus Japan's Niou Masaharu (junior high school student), please come forward!"

boom!

The words had barely left his mouth when the entire audience erupted in uproar!

Those spectators who were still confused immediately turned their attention to the two people walking towards the net.

"They actually moved the match up earlier?"

"But that makes sense, nobody expected that Germany's star player would lose so badly."

"Japan simply maximized their advantage, while Germany had no choice but to react. Tsk tsk, when did the mighty Germany fall into such a predicament..."

There was a flurry of discussion in the stands, while the two players at the net fell into a silent silence.

After a long pause, Polk finally spoke, "I never expected to fight you under such circumstances."

There was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"I didn't expect that either."

Niou laughed too. His original plan was indeed for Byodoin to win the singles match, but he hadn't expected the opponent to send out a professional player. Even more unexpectedly, that professional player had suffered an internal injury.

It was a series of twists and turns, but that's all there was to it.

"Therefore, I will give it my all in this match."

Polk's gaze sharpened, and his tone became more serious: "You know, even if it means risking your life!"

This is a declaration of war, a declaration of war to fight to the death!

"Ah."

Niou nodded, a simple word that revealed his firm and confident heart.

call!

A gentle breeze blew in from both ends of the passage, its coolness dispelling the slight heat. But everyone knew that this coolness was merely the calm before a volcanic eruption.

Open-air sports field.

bump!

A figure knelt on the ground, his azure eyes flashing as he stared incredulously at the dark green-haired youth before him.

"No, impossible! How can you be so strong?"

Arno Dorian, the second key player for the French team, is a very strong player who can definitely be ranked in the top tier of the World Cup.

Click!

Across from him, Qing took a small bite of an orange, juice splattering everywhere. He casually wiped his mouth and laughed, "I'm just that strong, you just didn't know it before."

After saying that, he turned around gracefully, leaving Dorian looking completely bewildered.

"Match ended! Ryoga Echizen of the United States team wins, score 6-3!"

Two wins and one loss!

The match between the United States and France took an unexpected turn. Watching Dorian being helped off the field, and then seeing the opposing player enter the game, France's star player, Camus, finally couldn't sit still any longer.

After a while.

"The second singles match will now begin."

"Ralph Reinhardt (senior) of the United States team vs. Berthier J. Camus of the French team!"

Here, the battle for leadership has also broken out ahead of schedule.

Chapter 165 Dazzling

Central court.

"Match begins! Japan's Masaharu Niou serves. End of set!"

The enormous stadium, large enough to hold twelve thousand people, was now eerily silent. Countless eyes were fixed on the blue-haired youth holding a tennis ball in the center of the court.

Snapped!

Snapped!

The young man bent down and gently tapped the tennis ball twice. Then, he raised his head and gave his opponent a casual glance.

Polk, the German king!

Niou knew very well that the opponent he faced last time was only in a weakened state. And just now, his opponent had even gone so far as to threaten to give up his life, so this match was definitely going to be tough.

But he is no longer the same person he was yesterday.

With just one glance, he saw the potential threats surrounding Polk. They weren't fatal, but they were enough to make the opponent uncomfortable.

call!

In the blink of an eye, he tossed the tennis ball high into the air.

Immediately, he shifted his body slightly, his left and right shoulders shifted, and his left hand holding the racket was raised high. After reaching the highest point, he brought it down with thunderous force.

boom!

With a loud bang, the tennis ball shot out like a cannonball. Its speed was so great that even Ochi's pupils couldn't help but shrink from the sidelines.

His serve right from the start was above the level of Mach's serve.

boom!

The tennis ball landed precisely on the right sideline of Polk, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

Speed, power, and ball control—Niou's seemingly casual serves are actually quite sophisticated.

"This guy's ball control has improved again."

In the stands, Medanore's gaze darkened. Among those present, many had fought against Niou, but he was the only one who had truly forced Niou to unleash his full power.

He could clearly feel that after Renwang entered the quasi-third rank, his whole being seemed to have been sublimated, and his abilities in all aspects had made significant progress.

Swish!

Just then, a flash of black light appeared in the dust.

Polk!

He moved, appearing before the tennis ball's landing point with lightning speed. With a flick of his racket, he firmly gripped the ball.

Explosiveness, speed, and judgment!

His moves were textbook examples that deserved careful analysis and critique from professional tennis commentators.

"Gudu..."

In the stands, the veteran fans couldn't help but swallow hard.

Someone opened their mouth, their voice trembling, and said, "What...what kind of match am I watching?"

Professional level?

Do not!

Even at the professional level, it's a battle between the top 100, or even the top 50. The spirit, skill, and momentum displayed by these two young men who are constantly exchanging blows are truly those of top-tier professionals.

boom!

boom!

The two continued their exchange, and the court gradually became shrouded in a layer of gray mist due to their movements. Amidst billowing dust and flying sand, onlookers couldn't feel the extremely dangerous aura emanating from the center, but they could hear the sound of whirlwinds, seemingly cutting through the ground, accompanying the tennis balls.

Swish!

Raising his racket, Renou narrowed his eyes, revealing everything around Polk to him. His pupils contracted, and he could even clearly see the particles floating in mid-air. Upon closer inspection, Polk and the crowd behind him had completely transformed into white skeletons.

Atobe Kingdom!

"I've seen right through your blind spots!"

He raised his racket and then slammed it down. But in that instant, Polk's aura exploded, all the hidden dangers in his joints disappeared, and he instantly teleported in front of the tennis ball.