Prince of Tennis Fraudster

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This situation is impossible to defend against with black holes. Moreover, even if ten or twenty balls were fired in quick succession, it would not be able to defend against such a large area.

He was a little nervous, but Byodoin Kazuki beside him was unusually calm. The former had a slight smile on his lips and said in a low voice, "What will you do?"

illusory?

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

Watching the tennis balls hurtling towards him like a rain of pear blossoms, Niou remained unusually calm. Each tennis ball, like a shooting star, split and dissolved under the gaze of his dark brown eyes, transforming into streams of data that merged into the database of his mind.

*Smack! Smack! Smack!* ...

The shattering sound was like firecrackers exploding at a certain point; in an instant, all the shadow tennis balls vanished completely. In Niou's eyes, only the last pale golden ball remained.

"Got you!"

With a raised eyebrow, he swiftly swung his racket, sweeping the tennis ball with the lightning speed of swordsmanship.

Bang!

The next moment, the tennis ball that had been hit flipped back.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye. By the time people reacted, the tennis ball had already cleared the net and was once again shooting towards Reinhardt's backhand sideline.

"Great!"

Polk nodded to himself: "These two are equally perceptive."

boom!

As the initial probing ended, the two players quickened their pace. In an instant, dust filled the air above the court.

The final battle has begun!

Chapter 189 Competition Upgrade

After carefully observing for a while, QP asked, "Commander, who do you think has a better chance of winning?"

"I don't know."

Polk shook his head. Although he had fought against Niou, Niou had since watched many matches between world-class players, which had improved the quantity and quality of his phantoms.

The reason he lost was largely due to his opponent's endless tricks. Therefore, he couldn't estimate Niou's true strength.

As for Reinhardt...

Polk narrowed his eyes. To be honest, he knew nothing about this man. Even German intelligence agents hadn't obtained any valuable information about him.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Both of these people give me a feeling of uncertainty."

"This……"

Upon hearing this, QP's expression subtly changed.

He hadn't expected that, given Polk's skill and insight, there would be a fighter he couldn't judge. Although he had lost to that Niou, as the saying goes, the onlooker sees most of the game; standing outside the opponent's perspective, Polk shouldn't be too affected.

QP's expression darkened slightly as he glanced across the arena, muttering to himself, "It seems this match is even more intense than I expected... and there's even a possibility that..."

Swish!

In the black mist, Niou slowly raised his left hand, holding the racket. The timing was perfect; just as the tennis ball landed in front of him, the racket had completed its power reserve.

boom!

A silver nightmare was drawn, but wherever the racket passed, a chilling black aura surged forth.

"World Pirates!"

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

Instantly, countless beams of black light were unleashed, completely enveloping Reinhardt on the opposite side.

"Interesting, an eye for an eye?"

Across from him, Reinhardt raised his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. At the same time, each ray of black light gradually became clearer in his eyes.

After watching it, he exclaimed in his heart, "The imitation technology is terrifying, even more powerful than the original creator's."

This is what makes Nioh's illusion so terrifying.

"but……"

In the blink of an eye, Reinhardt had already raised his racket. He looked at the countless black lights flying towards him, his eyes flashing as he locked onto one of them.

"It's not that we can't fight back!"

tread!

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up on one foot. He swung his right racket, aimed at the black dot, and swung it out forcefully.

"idiot!"

To everyone's surprise, Tono, upon seeing this action, sneered, "Did you think the world's pirates were like that fantasy?"

In the illusion, only one tennis ball is real, and the rest are phantoms. But the world pirates are different. The remaining thirty-odd black tennis balls, although not the real tennis balls, possess the power to injure players.

In Tono's view, Reinhardt's actions were pure suicide!

Bang!

However, the leader of the American team still swung his racket without hesitation. After hitting the tennis ball, he paused in mid-air, and with a terrifyingly fast dodge speed, he avoided the black light's embrace one by one as the balls continued to fly towards him.

Swish swish! ! !

Shadows and afterimages appeared on the field in an instant, with countless images of Reinhardt.

"This……"

Upon seeing this, Tono opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"and many more!!"

The next moment, as if he had seen something, a strange light appeared in his eyes.

"That guy, he really is a cunning fox!"

Swish!

But then he saw that Renoh had appeared at the net at some point. Looking at Reinhardt, whose black light kept flashing, he remained calm and slowly sliced the shuttlecock out with his racket.

Snapped!

The tennis ball, under the force of the ball, floated lightly over the net like an autumn leaf.

"Xu Rulin?"

On the sidelines, seeing such a brilliant dribbling move, Sanada's expression suddenly changed. Had the opponent actually elevated his original "Lin" technique to a world-class level?

"No, that's not all!"

Fuji's expression also changed. He suddenly opened his narrowed eyes and said in a trembling voice, "This is... Zero-style slice!"

Snapped!

The tennis ball landed, trembled irregularly, and then rolled along the hard concrete surface towards the net.

"Amazing!"

Seeing Niou use world pirates as bait to launch a brilliant offensive, the American team members couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

This person's skill and scheming are terrifying.

"Ah!"

To everyone's surprise, Ryūya, who was tossing an orange around, laughed and said, "This game is far from over."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Bryant and the others beside him, as well as the boy who had gently lowered his hat brim, all changed their expressions.

They instinctively looked towards the court, and sure enough, the tennis ball that had rolled back seemed to be pulled by something, and it lifted off the ground again, bouncing towards Reinhardt's right side, who had already dodged the attack from the shadowy figure.

Atobe, Fuji, and the others' expressions changed: "Tezuka Domain!"

Breaking through the zero-market strategy?

"Gudu..."

The two men's scheming and skillful maneuvering sent a shiver down their spines.

"Is this the true strength of a world-class player...?"

Inui, who was recording the data, trembled slightly. There were no fancy world-class techniques, no terrifying otherworldly phenomena. The duel between the two was simply an exchange of attacks using techniques at the junior high school level.

But the effect it produced was even more thrilling than the previous match between Byodoin and Diavolo.

"You are a worthy opponent."

The tennis ball landed on Reinhardt's right. He looked up, glanced at Niou across from him, and smiled slightly. "I can sense the immense potential within you. So..."

At this point, his face darkened, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"You must be killed!"

hum!

Suddenly, his aura exploded, and a faint, refined, and wise figure appeared, exuding an air of prophecy.

Another Dimension - The Prophet of America!

"is it?"

Niou, who was opposite him, also laughed.

hum!

His aura suddenly intensified, and a dark and evil presence emanated from him.

Another Dimension - The Devil Mephisto!

Devil vs. Prophet!

The competition is gradually entering an irreversible and unmanageable phase.