Prince of Tennis Fraudster

Kintaro chuckled softly, his speed suddenly increased, and he instantly appeared in front of the tennis ball. At the same time, he quickly jumped up and smashed the tennis ball down.

"This ball..."

Kintaro's flawless spike made it difficult for Echizen, who was near the baseline, to continue.

scoff!

But just then, below the spike, a figure also emanating a faint spiritual aura appeared. He smirked and said, "Little one, what are you standing there for? This is doubles!"

High school students are all getting involved!

wrong!

Only then did the audience notice that the dark green-haired guy who made the move was also in that state of aura.

"Oh my god!"

A middle school student from another country scratched his head and said, "Is that state like that of a common cabbage?"

They sought it but couldn't get it, yet these guys seemed poised to enter at any moment. And isn't this the legendary samurai Echizen Nanjiro's signature move?

When did legendary samurai become so worthless?

"Ah Qiu~"

Inside a temple in Tokyo, a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged reading a newspaper rubbed his nose and said, "If I remember correctly, today is the World Cup final, right?"

At this point, he looked up at the television screen, which was filled with static, and his lips twitched.

"Bad timing is really bad."

A hint of melancholy appeared on his face: "I hope those two brothers can come back safely."

He didn't expect them to achieve anything significant; he just hoped nothing bad would happen to them.

Just then, a clear voice came from the inner room: "Uncle, since you care so much about Ryoma and Ryugaki, why don't you go to Seigaku? Coach Ryuzaki must be watching the broadcast."

"Cut~"

The man, Nanjiro, curled his lip, lightly picked at his ear with his little finger, and said disdainfully, "Who would watch the game with that old woman..."

But half a minute later, when the girl came out with a fruit platter, the living room was already empty, and the bicycle in the yard had vanished.

The scene of the game.

When Ryoga returned the tennis ball flawlessly, maintaining his smashing motion, Kintaro, who hadn't even landed yet, felt the pressure increase even more.

The timing and angle of this person's counterattack were perfect, making him feel like he was being held back.

"Kintaro!"

At that moment, the fiery-haired figure of the ghost appeared in front of the tennis ball, his left hand clenched into a fist and then slowly opened.

With a pop, a burst of brilliant white energy erupted out.

Flawless!

In an instant, four figures using flawless armor appeared on the field. The players from other countries were already numb, with only Polk and other key players managing a wry smile.

"A flawless state..."

Watching the four white figures constantly changing positions on the court, executing their offense, defense, and teamwork flawlessly, Polk sighed, "I originally thought this was a unique ability of Guoguang, but I never expected..."

"No!"

Beside him, QP shook his head and said, "That's not the case. If you look closely, their states are still different. Even for those two brothers, the enhancement they receive in their perfect state is focused on different aspects."

As qp said, Kintaro's boost is speed and power, while Echizen's is technique and speed. Ryuga is all-around, while Oni is power and technique.

The four individuals have different focuses, and the effects of the "perfect harmony" also differ.

boom!

"Game! United States team, 0-1!"

boom!

"Game! Japan team, 2-1!"

boom!

"Game! United States team, 3-3!"

The doubles match became increasingly intense, and as they unleashed their stamina, their swings constantly kicked up dust, gradually enveloping the entire court in two clouds of smoke.

"How long are they going to fight?"

Off the court, Kirihara glanced at the time and frowned, saying, "It's only been six innings, but it's lasted a full hour and a half. Do they have enough stamina?"

"There is no impact at present."

Qian shook his head and said, "Even if the Heavenly Robe can reduce fatigue and make the most effective use of the Selfless Energy, there will still be times when physical strength is exhausted."

"Ah."

Mitsuya nodded and said, "Therefore, this protracted battle will not last long."

"No!"

To everyone's surprise, the King of Benevolence shook his head and said, "It has already begun..."

In the reflection of his pupils, a Shura faintly appeared behind the ghost, while behind Ryuga, the shadow of a samurai with a white turban flashed by.

The competition is about to step into another dimension!

Chapter 177 Samurai vs. Demons

boom!

In an instant, a terrifying explosion occurred on the dust-covered field. It was more like a collision of two unknown forces than an explosion; the immense impact sent the billowing dust and smoke flying violently in all directions.

At that moment, the national team leaders in the stands saw it clearly.

The gleaming, chilling blade collided with Asura's massive iron fist.

Samurai and demons!

After a long battle lasting an hour and a half, the two kids were exhausted, and Ryoga and the ghost finally stopped holding back and unleashed their true strength.

"These two people actually managed to fight a first-tier battle to this extent?"

Even Camus was deeply moved by the aura displayed by the two. Perhaps because of his defeat to Reinhardt and the American team, he had a strange feeling about Ryuga; this man's strength was unfathomable.

But who is that red-haired guy?

One of the three main players of the Japanese team? Even so, Oni's performance in the World Cup was not as outstanding as that of Niou and Byodoin, to the point that others have already grouped him with Irie and Tanejima.

But now they've discovered that's not the case.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flies in—a skillfully executed attack. It spins like a top, its trajectory and subsequent changes impossible to discern.

hum!

But in the darkness, a pair of cold eyes suddenly opened.

His pupils were clear and bright, radiating a faint aura of menace, devoid of any emotion, yet chilling to the bone. The moment he appeared, the spinning tennis ball abruptly stopped, seemingly restrained by the pressure emanating from those eyes.

"The Path of Asura!"

On the sidelines, Byodoin, stroking his chin, looked up, his eyes fixed on the chaotic field. This unforgettable feeling—it was unmistakably the Ashura Shinto of the demons.

"Drink up!"

With a loud shout, a red racket appeared out of nowhere in front of the tennis ball. With a thud, it was caught on the net.

Then, empowered by the terrifying power of the ghost, the racket blasted the tennis ball back in an unreasonable and extremely violent manner.

Spinning? Skill? Faced with this terrifying power, they were like pieces of paper, shattering at the slightest touch.

This is Ashura: slaughter, terror, and ferocity. In a sense, when Oni Jujiro unleashes the full power of evil within him, the situation on the field will become uncontrollable.

Puff puff puff!!

The tennis ball spun backwards, producing three consecutive screeching sounds as the immense force of the demon propelled it to a speed that sent chills down one's spine.

"Terrifying power..."

In his dark green eyes, the tennis ball hurtling towards him, seemingly freezing the air, was reflected. A sense of unease crept into Long Ya's heart.

This person is indeed very capable.

but……

Swish!

Suddenly, he slowly raised his racket. The movement seemed slow to outsiders, and the process of raising it seemed to take more than ten seconds.

"That is……"

On the sidelines, Renou, who saw Ryuga's movements, paused for a moment.

"Nanjiro's world-class starting stance..."

Ryoga Echizen never used this move during his match against him. However, Niou saw this move in a virtual space during a fight with a younger Nanjiro.

World-class technique - Samurai Strike!

Clang!

The next moment, a sound like the soft clang of swords rang out. Ryūya's racket struck out fiercely, as if it had transformed into a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, slamming into the surface of the tennis ball.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew backwards.

A wisp of white light, faster and sharper than when it fought against Nioh.

scoff!

The slight wisp of whirlwind arrived first, slipping through the ghost's mental focus, and cut off the very top of his red hair as easily as a knife slicing through tofu.

"Gudu..."

Seeing the red hair falling gracefully, Tokugawa, watching from the sidelines, swallowed hard. "That...that devilish senior, he didn't even react?"

On the other side, Ryuga, maintaining his elegant hitting motion, closed his eyes, shook his head, and said, "Give up, you can't catch this move."