Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"Yes!"

The latter nodded solemnly and led the two people up to the stands.

"In that case..."

Seeing Reinhardt's attitude, the referee nodded, then looked around and announced loudly, "Due to the withdrawal of Diablo from the American team, the match is won by the Byodoin Phoenix team from Japan!"

"yeah!"

Upon hearing this, the entire Japanese team jumped high into the air. The square-faced, bespectacled Nakakawa exclaimed, "I never imagined I'd witness such a stunning comeback, a game-winning strike!"

"A one-hit kill?"

To everyone's surprise, Niou laughed and shook his head, saying, "That guy didn't lose his ability to compete at all, because Byodoin didn't even use his full strength."

Overlord's Second Style!

Medanore was right; Byodoin still had a third move he hadn't used, but his opponent backed down first.

"All right!"

At this moment, Byodoin, covered in sweat, stepped forward in front of the crowd. He gave Niou a deep look and smiled, "Go, and take the championship!"

"You don't need to tell me that."

Taking off his jacket, Renou casually grabbed the Nightmare racket next to him and strode onto the court under the watchful eyes of the three coaches and many teammates.

This battle will be his chance to win the World Cup!

tread!

On the other side, Reinhardt, having taken off his jacket, also stepped onto the field. His smile remained, showing no sign of panic or passivity; his every move exuded a reassuring composure and confidence…

"As expected of the leader of the American team."

Mifune nodded secretly. It seemed that the opponent's claim of winning the Big Four and even leading the American team to the top was not just empty talk.

"The singles match will now begin."

"Japan's Masaharu Niou (Junior High 3) vs. the United States' Ralph Reinhardt (Senior High 3)!"

In front of the net.

The two, who had just met that morning, reunited at the center court.

"I didn't expect it to turn out this way."

Reinhardt laughed as if he were lamenting, "My most trusted player failed to gain the upper hand."

"That's normal."

Niou smiled faintly and said, "Because we are stronger."

"You are very confident."

Reinhardt glanced at him, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, while a subtle mental fluctuation was secretly released.

"There's no need to resort to such petty tricks."

Renwang raised an eyebrow, looking at the young man in front of him with a half-smile, and shook his head, saying, "I also have some rudimentary knowledge of mental power. Moreover, I saw every move of your teammate in the match just now."

"I see."

Reinhardt remained expressionless and slowly nodded, saying, "I certainly can't use ordinary methods against you. In that case, let me see all your illusionary abilities."

"Ah."

Niou nodded and accepted the challenge, but then uttered a sentence that made Reinhardt's pupils shrink.

"I also want to see just how good the leader of the US team who crushed Medanore two years ago really is."

Reinhardt's slightly disordered breathing instantly calmed down. He glanced at Niou indifferently and said, "You will see..."

After saying that, he turned and left.

"interesting."

As he watched the other person's retreating figure, a faint glint flashed in Niou's eyes.

"It seems that the match two years ago wasn't so simple..."

Chapter 188 Contest

"Match begins! Japan's Masaharu Niou serves. End of set!"

As the referee's voice faded, the noisy and chaotic court fell silent. All eyes turned to the blue-haired youth who was slightly hunched over, gently tapping the tennis ball.

From the stands, Germany's star player from yesterday, Polk, declared: "The final battle has finally begun!"

"That's really exciting!"

A faint glint of shrewdness flashed in Meda's eyes; he seemed to be anticipating something. Amadeus and Camus, on the other hand, were more formal, sitting up straight like gentlemen, their gazes fixed on the two players on the field.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Niou lightly tapped the tennis ball twice, then moved his right hand to grasp it. On the other side, Reinhardt adopted a defensive stance, seemingly very wary of Niou's initial offensive.

"Although I don't know exactly what your other dimension is, we can't start a competition only after we've collected all the information."

With a glint in his eyes, Niou slightly raised his right hand and tossed the tennis ball into the air.

call!

Immediately, he stepped onto the ground with one foot, and his entire body rose into the air. His body quickly completed a slicing and shifting motion in mid-air, and the Nightmare racket held in his left arm fell rapidly.

boom!

With a crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground, the tennis ball transformed into a pale yellow beam of light, hurtling rapidly towards Reinhardt at an angle.

World-class serve - Super topspin serve!

Whether it's spin or angle control, Ren's topspin serve has already reached the red level, so even a left-handed serve can pose a great threat to Reinhardt, who is right-handed.

Bang!

The tennis ball landed and immediately began to spin rapidly.

"Oh? Is this the serve?"

Seeing the intense spin of the landing tennis ball, a glint of admiration appeared in Reinhardt's eyes.

Super topspin serve!

He had played against Ryūya before, so he was familiar with this serve.

"However, this serve seems to be more intense than Ryoga's topspin serve."

Whoosh!

Just then, the tennis ball on the ground bounced up quickly and shot straight toward his face.

Pfft! Pfft!

As the tennis ball approached Reinhardt, it accelerated twice in quick succession, reaching him in the blink of an eye.

"So fast!!"

Off the court, Bryant's expression suddenly changed as he watched the tennis ball move up close.

too fast!

Even that guy named Ryuga, his serve speed is probably not that fast, right?

On the other side, the Japanese team members secretly clenched their fists: "Good, we got the ball!"

Swish!

At that moment, Reinhardt quickly stepped back, and the racket in his right hand suddenly emerged from underneath. Surprisingly, he didn't use it to block in front of him, but instead swung it diagonally with a backhand.

Whoa!

At the same time, Ren's serve also changed direction quickly, as if attracted by a magnet, and crashed into the racket without any warning.

boom!

In the blink of an eye, Reinhardt caught the tennis ball steadily.

In the Japanese team, Tanejima frowned and said in a deep voice, "Terrifying insight!"

In such a critical situation, he calmly judged the direction the tennis ball would change. His courage and judgment are truly moving.

"A good serve."

Upon catching the tennis ball and feeling its spin and power, Reinhardt couldn't help but exclaim in praise.

"If it was just a test, then your shot certainly made me take it seriously. In that case, I'll return the favor."

As he spoke, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he quickly flipped the racket that was holding the tennis ball. With a slight swing of his arm and a step back with his right foot, he completed the preparation from receiving the ball to hitting it in an instant.

He opened his mouth and uttered softly, "Illusion!"

boom!

After saying that, he used his right arm to hit the tennis ball.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flies from low to high, and after passing the net, its speed suddenly increases, plummeting rapidly so fast that onlookers are caught off guard.

"not good!"

Realizing what was happening, Kirihara exclaimed in alarm, "This ball is likely to bounce irregularly. If it bounces like a zero-style slice, that would be bad."

"Quiet, Akiya!"

Yukimura stopped him, shaking his head and saying, "It can't be the landing state of the Zero Style, that's a slice shot, while this is a flat drive."

Different situations mean that even world-class athletes cannot change fundamental principles. Furthermore, Niou clearly made no move to advance.

Bang!

As expected, the tennis ball did not spin upon landing. Instead, it bounced up suddenly after touching the ground, scattering into illusory shadows like bullets, spreading out over a large area around Nioh.

"This……"

Upon seeing this, Tokugawa's expression froze.