Prince of Tennis Fraudster

On the other side, Diablo smirked and quickly brought his racket down.

boom!

The tennis ball exploded suddenly at Byodoin Temple's feet.

"30-0!"

"it's useless."

A smug smile appeared on his handsome face: "It will take you at least three minutes to break free of your shackles. As for me, I only need to serve two more times."

Mental lockdown!

The high-level mental attack technique was personally taught to Diablo by Reinhardt. Reinhardt had told him that even if he regained his senses, it would take at least five minutes to break the seal.

Even a second-tier expert from another dimension would need about three minutes.

"Give up."

call!

He tossed the tennis ball up and then quickly pressed down on the racket again.

boom!

"40-0!"

Kirihara said anxiously, "What should we do, Niou-senpai? Please think of something!"

"How could I possibly have a solution?"

Niou shook his head, his gaze falling on Byodoin. He hadn't expected that the so-called Overlord harbored such terrifying negative emotions deep within his heart.

Otherwise, Diablo wouldn't have been able to succeed so easily.

"So, the stronger a person is, the more fragile they are inside? Wait a minute..."

Then, he suddenly noticed Byodoin Temple and burst into tears…

Two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.

The Japanese players fell silent; they had never seen Byodoin like this before.

Ghost's eyes flickered: "Is it like just watching yourself lose the game...?"

Perhaps nothing could be more painful than this.

"it's over!"

At that moment, Diablo on the opposite side smirked and quickly pressed down on his racket.

boom!

The tennis ball was struck, instantly clearing the net and heading straight for Byodoin's feet. His right hand, holding the racket, twitched, but the intense feeling of suppression within him forced him to hold back the urge to swing.

"Are we going to lose...?"

He closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate.

"elder brother!!"

Just then, a familiar voice reached his ears.

"Harumi?"

His younger sister's playful face involuntarily appeared in his mind, and then he shook his head inwardly: "What a pity, brother couldn't become number one in the world."

"Big brother, don't give up!"

Just then, another clear female voice reached Byodoin's ears. Instantly, his eyes snapped open.

Watanabe's face lit up with joy, and he quickly turned to look at the stands, blurting out, "Chloe!"

"What a nagging woman."

Diablo smirked, then shook his head and said, "Well, the match is over anyway."

"Is that so?"

At that moment, a calm, emotionless voice rang out.

boom!

The next moment, Diavolo's serve was steadily received by Byodoin's racket.

"Overlord's First Move!"

boom!

With a terrifying sonic boom, the tennis ball pierced the air and appeared instantly in front of Diablo, whose face was filled with panic.

"This is……"

He stared wide-eyed at the tennis ball in front of him, but couldn't find a single flaw.

boom!

Despite the crisis, he quickly held his racket horizontally in front of him, blocking the tennis ball.

"call……"

He felt a sense of relief, but the pressure from his arm made his expression change again.

chi chi...

The tennis ball, like an angry beast, fiercely impacts the racket face, almost tearing it apart.

"Go back!"

With a burst of momentum, Diavolo countered Byodoin's Overlord Style with a single strike.

"Fortunately."

To everyone's surprise, Byodoin's lips curled up slightly, and he laughed, "I was afraid you wouldn't be able to retaliate."

Swish!

He raised his racket, a sharp glint in his eyes.

"Overlord Second Form - Strangulation!"

boom!

The tennis ball was drawn and then disappeared from sight.

"This feeling is..."

Swish!

On the other side, Diablo's eyes widened suddenly, but the tennis ball that suddenly appeared was only half an inch away from him.

"No!"

boom!

With a muffled thud, a figure flew high into the sky and finally landed in front of Polk and the others.

Chapter 187 The Final Battle

"Huh...huh..."

Diablo lay helplessly on the steps, facing world-class experts from various countries. As pairs of eyes, some mocking and some pitying, fell upon his face, he clenched his fists tightly.

Anger! Resentment! Revenge!

He wanted revenge; he wanted to tear that guy called Byodoin apart. He wanted to let him know that Diablo's dignity was inviolable.

"Hey!"

At that moment, Byodoin's slightly deep voice rang out from below: "How long are you going to pretend to be dead?"

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey!"

Diablo bit his lip until it bled, but just as he was about to get up, he heard someone talking to themselves.

"The second form of the Overlord, huh? It seems this guy hasn't used his full strength yet..."

"Well!"

Suddenly, Diablo's hands gripping the steps went limp, and he tumbled down the steps, powerless.

blah blah blah...

He rolled over several bumps until his feet hooked under the seats of the audience below. He seemed to have truly lost consciousness.

"A clever fellow."

Above, Medanore, who had just finished his reflections, chuckled softly, "The nation versus the individual—these freedom-loving fellows, as expected, chose the latter without hesitation..."

"why."

Amadeus, who sensed the sarcasm in Medanore's words, spoke up: "You don't seem like the kind of person who would help others, do you?"

"Because I'm bored."

Medanore looked up, glanced at the pitch below, and then calmly said, "This match has no suspense or meaning anymore; continuing it is just a waste of time. I don't have time to wait. Let's get straight to the main course!"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the blond young man wearing a coat who had stood up from the coach's bench.

Medanore, the terrifying figure who utterly defeated him two years ago!

"Two years have passed, you should be standing ahead of everyone by now, right?"

Among the younger generation, the strongest is neither Medanore nor the fallen Polk. It is this person, this guy who completely hides himself in the shadows, his strength concealed in the clouds.

Ralph Reinhardt!

"referee!"

Reinhardt walked over to the referee and said with a faint smile, "No need to wait any longer, we're forfeiting this game."

"Abstain? Are you sure?"

Although Byodoin's attack was terrifying, Diablo still led for five innings, and the advantage remained with the American team.

"Ah."

Reinhardt nodded calmly, then turned to Bryant on the sidelines and said, "Carry that guy off the court and take him to the infirmary."