Prince of Tennis Fraudster

This is the most powerful attack among all of 'Source's' offensive techniques. He doesn't use it lightly, but when facing a formidable enemy like Polk, he doesn't have so many reservations.

"drink!"

At that moment, Polk, who had caught the tennis ball, widened his eyes and his arm muscles suddenly bulged. Instantly, a blinding flash of electricity erupted from the tennis ball that had been pressed down.

"This is……"

Upon seeing this move, both Barritley and Flower of the German team twitched. The latter, with a look of surprise on his pale face, whispered, "They actually used this move."

Crack!

At the point of contact between the racket and the tennis ball, it looked as if an electric current was dancing, making one's teeth chatter.

At the same time, a burnt smell reached the noses of nearby spectators.

World-class ultimate move - Hope for the apocalypse!

The terrifying power contained a sharp aura that could completely freeze the air. This was a secret technique that Polk had developed half a year ago, and they never expected that it would actually be completed.

boom!

With a flick of the racket, the tennis ball shot straight towards the location of 'Source' like a red-hot cannonball.

This shot seems to be a philosophical inquiry by a tennis philosopher into the meaning of tennis for Nioh!

Chapter 167 The Battle of Quasi-Third Order

Hope in the apocalypse!

As the ball hurtled towards them at breakneck speed, 'Source' witnessed a scene resembling the destruction and rebirth of the universe. It was filled with despair, yet also contained a glimmer of hope.

"Should I say, he truly lives up to his reputation as a philosopher of tennis..."

Porker's responses, whether it's the baptism of the vortex, the hymn to Bach, or the current hope for the end of the world, always exude a kind of reflection on humanity and even the future, using tennis as a starting point.

powerful!

It could even be said that the power of this move surpassed that of his sixth technique, Return to Nothingness, which he used as 'Source'.

Crack!

Without hesitation, he stomped one foot on the ground, and lightning seemed to emanate from his ankle. A flash of lightning, and he vanished from the spot.

World-class technology - Instant God!

The omnipotent nature of 'Source' was fully revealed. Just as Medanore, Amadeus, and the others followed 'Source's' movements, they suddenly froze.

changed!

The young man who appeared before the tennis ball landed was no longer 'Yuan'.

Her dark green hair was tied up, and she had a pair of clear, bright eyes like a samurai. The chestnut-colored racket in her left hand was like a samurai sword locking onto its prey, quickly slashing at the tennis ball.

Unparalleled throughout history - Echizen Nanjiro!

Wow!

The legend reappeared, leaving the audience utterly stunned. Those holding cameras and phones trembled uncontrollably, their hands shaking as if their belongings might fall at any moment.

"Oh my god, look who I see?!"

'Echizen Nanjiro'!

A microcosm of an era, his appearance seemed to awaken people's memories of the last century—the era when European and American tennis was in decline, and only one player remained.

boom!

The chestnut-colored racket, unsurprisingly, struck the tennis ball.

Crack!

Instantly, arcs of electricity emanated from the point of contact. As if hallucinating, people saw sparks flying everywhere, and witnessed an emperor wielding a scepter in an earth-shattering battle against a samurai wielding a katana.

"Gudu..."

The audience at the scene might not have been able to see it clearly, but Kirihara, and even more powerful people like Tokugawa, felt it even more deeply.

This is a battle between second-order beings from another dimension. The whirlwinds and turbulent currents that occasionally arise can even severely injure an unprepared person.

crackling sound~

Just then, a whirlwind erupted from 'Nanjiro's' racket and hit the ball out of bounds, less than half a meter from Mifune's coach's bench.

Boom!

With a deafening crash, the solid ground was ripped open like tofu, leaving a huge gash. The clean cut was a horrifying sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Kirihara's hand trembled, and he suppressed the fear on his face, but still glanced at Mifune with some trepidation, stammering, "S-Head Coach..."

"What's the panic?"

Mifune remained unmoved, his gaze fixed intently on the closely contested match.

boom!

boom!

Polk, now unleashed in full power, and Niou, constantly shifting between the states of Unrivaled Warrior and God of Slaughter, engaged in a fierce back-and-forth battle.

Boom!

Boom!

The newly repaired ground was once again cracked by the two men's terrifying attacks.

"A fight of this caliber..."

Medanore frowned, while Amadeus remained silent. Both of them knew very well that this match had completely surpassed the level of the second tier; it wouldn't be unreasonable to call it near the third tier.

but……

The two clearly still had plenty of energy left, and their strength and skills were constantly improving.

After a long silence, Amadeus squinted and spat out a few words through gritted teeth: "Two monsters..."

boom!

"Game! Germany, 1-1!"

boom!

"Game! Japan, 2-2!"

boom!

"Game! Germany, 3-3!"

The score remained close, and Polk went on a rampage, his movements becoming noticeably less refined, completely abandoning any notion of simplicity or maximizing effectiveness with minimal effort...

Hot sweat streamed down their foreheads.

"You've caught up?"

Putting away his racket, Porker raised his thick eyebrows, gave Ren Wang a deep look, and then smiled, "Then let's enter a realm that even I haven't figured out yet!"

boom!

As he spoke, his aura exploded. The incomparably solemn Frederick the Great was tinged with a somber black, his presence shrouded in a gloomy aura, leaving the German players on the sidelines dumbfounded.

"why?"

Why did such negative emotions suddenly emerge from the usually strong, resolute, and German-spirited captain, Polk?

QP rested his chin on his hand, pondered for a moment, and then muttered to himself, "The so-called bright side must be the dark side..."

hum!

On the other side, Niou, holding the tennis ball, also unleashed his aura. His once massive, sky-covering black wings transformed into individual black feathers, merging into the darkness.

As Black Feather disappeared, his aura not only did not weaken, but instead faintly revealed a chilling fluctuation.

"This guy..."

Byodoin, who was watching Niou's back from afar, and the demon beside him both changed their expressions.

You've gotten stronger!

That guy has completely solidified his so-called quasi-third-tier state and mastered that ability.

boom!

As if the density had reached a point where space could not bear the weight, after the black feather completely merged into the darkness, a vacuum crack appeared in the black aura behind Niou.

At the same time, an aura of evil, sin, and chaos, no less imposing than that of Polk, gradually seeped out. And his eyes, too, turned gold and scarlet.

Quasi-Tier 3 - Eye of the Evil God.

call!

As the tennis ball was tossed into the air, and Niou raised his racket, everyone, including professional players Medanore and Amadeus, felt a dull, blurry sensation.

The way Niou's racket swept across the field, like black and white lines, made their eyes ache and their hearts ache.

"Could it be that...!"

The two exchanged a glance and both saw the horror in each other's eyes.

Third order?

Chapter 168 Trap

"impossible!"

The waves that had been churning in Amadeus's heart immediately subsided. Even the most brilliant geniuses in tennis history had never mastered the third level in less than half a year after comprehending the second level.

This is something that has never been done before.

Moreover, although the auras emanating from Niou and Polk were powerful, they were still below the third rank.

Quasi-third level!

No matter how strong it is, it still carries the word 'accurate'.

boom!

boom!

But as the two players' attacks intensified, the Melbourne Park Centre course, touted as one of the best hard courts in the world, finally succumbed to the pressure and developed a series of huge holes.