Prince of Tennis Fraudster

Splash! Splash!

The scattered stone fragments, like cannonballs infused with terrifying power, slammed into the walls around the stadium.

"Game! Germany, 4-4!"

boom!

"Game! Japan, 5-5!"

boom!

"Game! Germany, 6-6, going to a tiebreaker!"

"Gudu..."

On the sidelines, Kirihara subconsciously swallowed, and the others around him were in no better shape.

Such terrifying intensity and destructive power were unlike anything they had ever witnessed. Even Byodoin and the demon in the back row couldn't help but tremble with their hands, which were clasped in front of their chests and in their pockets.

"That kid has actually developed such strength..."

Niou has once again shattered their expectations.

Two months ago, after receiving the mission to suppress and punish Niou, Byodoin was dismissive of the junior high school student who had been "taken care of" by Mifune.

The demon, when given the order to control and assist Niou's training, was indifferent.

But right there behind the mountain, this guy, who in their eyes was just a little stronger than other junior high school students, suddenly grew into a ferocious beast capable of overturning the rules overnight.

Unbound by rules, they rampaged through the Japanese U-17 scene, turning the entire competition upside down. Ultimately, they even sparked a revolutionary change in the sport from the inside out.

Now, in terms of mindset, skill, and physique, this young man's tennis attributes have surpassed theirs.

boom!

"Japan, 5-4!"

"what!"

He smashed the fallen Niou, then pressed his right hand down hard, releasing all his emotions.

Seeing this, the rest of the German team fell silent.

From being the center of attention to now facing numerous crises, they cannot understand what exactly went wrong with the great nine-time champion Germany.

"Could it be that this person is truly Germany's nemesis?"

Even the usually rational QP couldn't help but flinch when he saw Niou frantically attacking Polk. The sheer aura of his opponent completely extinguished any fighting spirit he had instilled in him, despite his immense confidence in his own abilities.

"Rather than saying that, it's more accurate to say that the era of Germany's dominance of the World Cup is coming to an end."

At that moment, a weak voice rang out.

"you're awake?"

QP was taken aback, then looked at the pale-faced white youth beside him.

Goebbels, the fifth-ranked German high school student and a world-class master of mental strength, balanced his opponent in a match against Antoinette of the Swiss team. Although he ultimately won, it was a Pyrrhic victory.

"Ah."

Pressing his chest, Goebbels said in a deep voice, "Pok is different from Barritley and Flower. He is essentially someone who gets fired up because of tennis."

Although Polk usually appears very rational, Goebbels, who has known him for nearly seven years, knows very well that he is not the kind of player who can calmly choose the more advantageous course of action based on the situation of the game.

This is especially true during major battles.

For example, right now, Polk has gone mad. His crazy and passionate appearance makes Goebbels feel excited, but also worried.

“I used to think that there were no absolutely calm players in the world.” Looking at the constantly flashing figures and ball shadows in the thick smoke, and the continuous sound of the ball being hit, Goebbels shook his head and said, “Until this guy appeared.”

As he spoke, his pupils contracted, locking onto Renwang, whose face was filled with madness, but whose eyes shone with a deep and mysterious light.

This person is faking madness!

Goebbels couldn't see through Niou's thoughts, nor did he know where he would strike, but his innate intuition, especially after his battle with Antoinette, had matured, telling him that this man was plotting something.

"If you put it that way..."

QP frowned slightly, as if he had remembered something. After thinking about it several times, he said in a deep voice, "That guy seemed quite calm when faced with the commander's challenge before it started. Wait a minute..."

Suddenly, his eyelids twitched. In a flash, disregarding his image, he turned his head quickly towards Polk. When he saw the enormous amount of sweat on the other man's face, his heart skipped a beat.

"Just as I thought..."

"what happened?"

Goebbels frowned; he knew that his bad premonition had come true.

"That guy..."

QP turned his head and looked at Niou, who was constantly switching between his true form, 'Nanjiro', and 'Gen', and said in a deep voice, "He used the Eye of God on the commander!"

The Eye of God!

Medanore, Spain's star player, possesses a unique skill that subtly influences an opponent's physical condition. By the time the opponent realizes what's happening, their own strength has already been suppressed to a junior high level.

"wrong!"

But after taking a second look, QP's eyebrows furrowed even more.

Polk sweated far more than Niou, who was restricted by Medanore at the time, but in terms of basic abilities, the former was clearly stronger than the latter.

"Didn't you notice?"

At this moment, Goebbels spoke up. He glanced at Niou, who had transformed into 'Nanjiro', and said with a wry smile, "Since the start of the competition, he has never used that person's illusion."

That person?

QP's pupils suddenly contracted.

White Stone of the Bible!

The Seven Deadly Sins!

That guy had actually laid a trap for Polk that weakened both the Eye of God and the Seven Deadly Sins abilities long ago.

Chapter 169 Advancing to the Finals

"Did you notice...?"

On the chaotic field, Renwang, dodging the turbulent attacks while locking onto Polk, smirked.

Porker is really strong.

When he unleashed his full potential, he was even slightly stronger than Medanore of the Spanish team, displaying a perfect coordination of power and skill. His judgment in identifying openings on Ren's side was also top-notch.

Facing him, Niou felt constantly hampered.

Fortunately, the game went to a tiebreaker.

This German champion, caught up in a frenzy, had no time to concern himself with the theories of tennis philosophy. Meanwhile, Niou, who had already thoroughly analyzed his opponent's data with the help of a con artist, was now invincible.

"Whoosh..."

After returning the ball, Polk, who was breathing heavily, had an unnatural flush on his face.

Something's not right!

He was an extremely calm person, and when he felt his physical strength being rapidly depleted, his feverish mind immediately cooled down.

And as expected of a professional player, he quickly understood the whole story after a little analysis.

"The Eye of God plus the Seven Deadly Sins... You really think highly of me."

A wry smile appeared on his face.

Both of these abilities are professional-level skills. The latter, in particular, was developed to perfection through the use of the biblical white stone.

And he didn't even notice.

The opponent only uses the images of Samurai Nanjiro and that unknown contestant, avoiding using the image of the Bible Shiraishi, isn't that because they're afraid he'll find out?

Although it's a classic case of protesting too much, Polk himself only realized it now, which feels a bit like hindsight.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flew towards him, and sensing its extraordinary speed, he narrowed his eyes and resolutely stepped out with his left foot.

"not good……"

But the moment he stepped out with his left foot, he felt as if he had been struck by an electric current, and his body stiffened.

The muscles in my left calf aren't as flexible as they used to be. If I insist on receiving this ball and force a burst of speed, my left leg might be ruined prematurely.

tread!

But the next moment, without thinking, he took a firm step forward with his left foot.

Crack!

Instantly, a jolt of electricity shot through his brain. Meanwhile, the muscles in his left calf twitched uncontrollably, shifting position as if in a spasm.

"Well……"

The excruciating pain caused the German champion to groan involuntarily.

Whoa!

But his raised racket still struck the tennis ball precisely. With a thud, he flung it back, but his body buckled as if unable to support it.

"Truly worthy of being called the king of Germany."

On the opposite side, Ren Wang, who clearly saw Polk's movement, secretly praised him. But his gaze remained unmoved as he took a step forward and instantly caught up with Polk's return shot.

"I admire your spirit, but this is a competition..."

His expression was solemn as he raised his racket high, looking at the spinning tennis ball in front of him, and calmly said, "I will use my strongest move to end your delusion of a ten-peat!"

Whoa!

As he swung his racket, his eyes snapped open. Gold and crimson hues flashed simultaneously, and an aura of evil, sin, and chaos once again filled the entire court.

"That is……"

Medanore, sensing this aura from afar, jumped to his feet. There was no mistake, it was that aura.

His opponent used this move to defeat him in the last match.