Prince of Tennis Fraudster

Polk's five dimensions are no longer affected by the Atobe Kingdom.

laugh!

But the tennis ball that had been launched suddenly landed on the ground, and then, with incredible speed and spin, shot straight at his face.

World-class ultimate move - Binding Rope!

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Polk raised his racket to shield his face. After catching the tennis ball, he gently pressed it down, unleashing an indescribable amount of power to create a vortex-like spin.

The baptism of the vortex!

Polk's full-power move is a world-class technique capable of destroying an opponent's entire arm.

Click!

On the opposite side, as soon as Renwang lifted his foot, a flash of lightning appeared, and he was already in front of the tennis ball.

World-class ultimate move - Instant God!

Swish!

Immediately, he flipped his racket downwards, the immense force of which sent dust billowing from the ground. Just as Porke returned the ball, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he abruptly raised his racket.

boom!

The two forces collided, and the twisting power of the vortex clashed with the shockwave force of Niou's 'shattering' attack.

boom!

A powerful storm formed from the center of the racket and then spread rapidly outwards.

Finally, the distortion disappeared, and the tremors subsided.

Niou, in the instant he deflected the ball, slashed it away with a smooth, effortless motion, sending the spectators in awe and leaving the German players on the edge of their seats.

chi chi...

The tennis ball landed, then spun irregularly and rested on the net.

"15-0!"

"call……"

In the stands, countless spectators couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and then wiped the sweat from their foreheads with lingering fear.

This ball, which was contested for less than a minute, felt like an eternity to them.

"That, that King Polk..."

Most of the German fans were pale-faced, recalling the same situation during the exhibition match, where their proud champions ultimately lost.

"No! Captain Polk will not lose!"

Some tried to refute the claims, but they couldn't withstand the blow of reality. Despite Polk's best efforts to fight back, Niou quickly won the first game.

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

"call……"

"Let's switch places," Polk sighed, listening to the surrounding chatter and looking at the calm young man opposite him.

“Indeed, you are the most talented and threatening player I have ever encountered. So…”

At this point, he lifted his shirt, revealing a row of black weighted buttons.

"I'll do my best!"

Chapter 166 Clash of Titans

bump!bump!bump!

The three powerful strikes landed on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Gudu..."

Looking at the heavy load on the ground being carried by two people, Kirihara couldn't help but swallow.

Shocked!

He didn't know how else to describe his feelings. His lips twitched, and he looked at the grave-faced Mitsuya beside him, saying, "Could it be that he was wearing this when he fought against Niou-senpai in the last match?"

The latter hesitated for a moment: "This..."

"What's there to be unsure about?"

Ahead, sitting on the coach's bench, Mifune said in a deep voice, "That kid must have been in a weighted competition last time too. In his eyes, the outcome of an exhibition match isn't enough to make him take this off."

He had been to Germany and learned about their elite education system.

Prioritizing the nation over oneself is the exact opposite of tennis, a sport that emphasizes individuality. But Mifune knew perfectly well that this was the right approach.

In world professional competitions, although the constraints of team competitions are gone, many of the skills learned in team competitions can still be applied. In particular, the spirit known as the German spirit.

To outsiders, it might only appear that Polk had freed his body from its restraints. But he could clearly sense that the mental and spiritual shackles on the other man had also been removed.

This will be the strongest Porker ever.

"In the second set, Germany's Polk serves, end of set!"

Holding the tennis ball in his hand, Polk's gaze gradually sharpened, even revealing a hint of ruthlessness.

Click click...

Perhaps because of the release of his power, he even seemed to lose control of his grip on the tennis ball. The ball was constantly deformed by his squeeze, and finally, he tossed it into the air.

"Watch this shot closely!"

Whoa!

As soon as he finished speaking, the racket slammed down on the tennis ball.

boom!

With a loud bang, the tennis ball seemed to shrink a bit in an instant, then turned into a barely perceptible mark, and with a few soft thuds, it broke through air resistance and landed on the right sideline of Nioh in a flash.

A world-class serve - a prayer for victory!

Bang!

The tennis ball landed so fast that even Tanejima and the others hadn't had time to process it.

Click!

But along with the tennis ball, there was also a touch of blue-purple lightning.

Nioh?

Do not!

It was 'Yuan', dressed in white with a smile on his face!

He lightly raised his racket, quickly blocking the trajectory of Polk's serve. This judgment made Medanore and Amadeus in the stands shrink their pupils.

"Who exactly is this person?"

The same question arose in both of their minds at the same time.

This wasn't the first time 'Yuan' had appeared, but in their memory, there had never been a player even remotely similar to him. Yet, with such a systematic set of techniques and a strong sense of the era, this person was definitely not an unknown figure.

boom!

The tennis ball slammed heavily against the racket, the immense impact causing 'Yuan's' arm to sway involuntarily.

"Not bad power."

But the smile on his lips didn't diminish at all; instead, it grew even wider: "You've been hiding quite a few tricks!"

He commented on Polk's serve as if he were an adult critiquing a child's work.

"But that's all."

With a sharp glint in his eyes, he flicked his right arm, and from the racket as the starting point, whirlwinds continuously gathered.

"That is……"

Outside the arena, Byodoin's pupils suddenly contracted.

Although they were dozens of meters apart, he immediately sensed that dangerous yet familiar feeling.

"This is a return gift for you..."

With a faint smile, 'Yuan' gently swung his right arm and suddenly exerted force just as the tennis ball was about to leave the racket.

boom!

With a loud bang, the tennis ball transformed into a blue whirlwind, flying over the net in the blink of an eye and shooting towards Polk.

"Something's wrong with this shot..."

Squinting, Polk dared not be careless. He focused his gaze intently on the changes in the spin of the tennis ball.

"What a sharp spin!"

With just one glance, he knew that the ball absolutely could not touch his body. Thinking it, he slid his foot away from his right side, simultaneously raising his right hand to meet the incoming tennis ball.

boom!

Upon impact, Polk's pupils contracted.

Several dark figures flew through the racket and towards the wall behind him in the blink of an eye.

boom!

With a loud bang, the wall behind the tennis ball exploded without the tennis ball even making contact.

The sharpness of the tennis ball in Polk's hands also diminished somewhat.

"hiss……"

When the audience saw the scene on the wall behind Polk through the big screen, they all gasped in shock.

eye of a needle!

The wall is covered with a dense row of tiny holes. The holes are just the right size, exactly the size of the mesh on a Polk tennis racket.

Using the wind as a guide, it is called Wind Kill!