Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"prophet?"

Seeing Reinhardt locked in a fierce battle with Niou, Mitsuya's brows furrowed. If he remembered correctly, Niou's Demon Dimension possessed the ability to foresee the future in an instant.

And aren't prophets simply beings who can predict the future?

Ahead, Mifune said with a serious expression, "It seems that these two are following the same path. However, this means that the kid's chances of winning are much higher."

After all, Nioh is not just limited to his own alternate dimension.

To date, he has witnessed at least ten different alternate dimensions that can manifest. The sheer number is terrifying; even the most elite professional gamers would probably be terrified.

boom!

On the court, Renou seized the opportunity and unleashed a 'Devil's Lie'. The tennis ball, like a sharpened top, shot straight towards the sideline on Reinhardt's backhand side.

Tap tap!

Seeing this, the opponent quickly shifted his feet. With the enhancement of his other-dimensional state, he instantly arrived at the point where the tennis ball would land.

Whoa!

Without thinking, he quickly pulled his racket upwards and slammed it into the tennis ball.

Whoosh!

However, just as the racket was about to strike the tennis ball, the ball quickly changed direction and missed the incoming racket.

"Good job!"

Upon seeing this, Kirihara and the others cheered. However, Byodoin and the demons remained solemn.

Rustling sound!

A strange sound, like the rustling of leaves in a breeze, arose. The next moment, the tennis ball, which had veered off course, seemed to be drawn by some inexplicable gravitational force, its trajectory shifting, and it collided with the racket again.

boom!

With a soft sound, Kirihara and the others' expressions changed abruptly.

"This……"

For the first time, they witnessed how easily Nioh's devilish lies were exposed by his opponents.

"Hey! That's the power of a prophet!"

The American team members looked proud, and Ryūya said with a smirk, "It's not just one pair of eyes that can see the future."

Given equal capabilities, the party that strikes first will inevitably suffer a loss.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball spun backwards, heading straight for Ren's backhand side.

Click!

The next moment, a blue-purple arc of electricity flashed, and when people looked again, Niou had already appeared in front of the tennis ball's landing point.

World-class ultimate move - Instant God!

However, the white-clad Yuan did not appear. On the court was still Renwang, who swung his racket with great skill, and with a light tap, whirlwinds gathered and shot out like sharp blades.

Wind Kill!

In the blink of an eye, he casually used two world-class special moves.

"What a terrible guy!"

On the American team, Diablo, his wound bandaged, watched with a grave expression as Niou's demeanor shifted. This man would undoubtedly leave an indelible mark on tennis history.

"but……"

He turned to Reinhardt, who had received the ball, and smirked slightly: "Right now, he's no match for Ralf."

Knowing full well how terrifying his leader was, he never considered any other possible outcome for this match.

Whoosh!

On the court, the tennis ball, carrying a sharp edge, instantly reached Reinhardt.

He blinked and said with a faint smile, "Not bad technique."

Using his own skill, coupled with the whirlwind coming down from the opening above, he created a move with terrifying destructive power. This was a genius innovation, at least comparable to the signature moves of the top fighters in history.

"Who exactly is that young man in white?"

Even Reinhard couldn't help but feel curious about the source. That image seemed to appear out of thin air, yet it gave him a very familiar feeling. It was as if he had seen this person in a dream.

In the blink of an eye, he dodged the terrifying force attached to the tennis ball. At the same time, a glint flashed in his eyes: "However, although the ultimate move is powerful, you still haven't fully mastered it."

boom!

His racket accurately blocked the tennis ball.

"Well?"

But the moment he caught the tennis ball, his gaze changed slightly.

"I see, it's the one that puts the opponent into a Yips state, thereby weakening their abilities?"

The Seven Deadly Sins!

The abilities of the White Stone of the Bible were combined by Niou with Shunshin and Kazesatsu, but Reinhard saw through them at a glance.

"it's useless."

He smirked. Possessing prophetic abilities that allowed him to foresee the future, he was unlikely to fall for King Ren's methods.

boom!

He exerted force with his right arm, causing the tennis ball to spin backward and fly back rapidly.

Swish!

On the opposite side, Renou raised his racket high with both hands, making a samurai-like slashing motion, which made Ryoga's expression change slightly as he watched from the sidelines.

"A samurai's strike..."

He spent three whole years learning this move before he could fully master it. And this guy, from the moment he used it until now, has only had a few hours to create this perfect illusion.

monster!

Ryuga gained a deeper understanding of the extraordinary nature of Niou's talent. However, he was unaware that the samurai strike performed by Nanjiro, the black card samurai in Niou's possession, was even more authentic than his own.

Click!

As the racket slammed down, a white light seemed to rip through the constraints of space, instantly arriving in front of Reinhardt.

"Ugh……"

"General?"

Upon hearing a soft sigh, Bryant and the others' expressions changed. The voice was filled with melancholy and a deep reluctance to leave this world.

He subconsciously assumed that Reinhardt was preparing to give up.

"The situation is clearly still undecided, so why... wait, what is that?"

He was muttering to himself when his expression suddenly changed after he saw the change in Reinhardt's aura.

"This aura!!!"

In the stands, Medanore stood up reflexively. His eyes were fixed on Reinhardt, whose demeanor had shifted dramatically, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Finally, you've used it, haven't you... your second personality..."

Rustling sound!

On the pitch, the wise aura that Reinhardt once possessed was nowhere to be seen. In its place was a sinister, cold, and terrifying aura that inspired fear.

It was as if he were a general who held the power of life and death.

Chapter 191 Third Tier [Second Update]

Second personality?

Across from him, Renou, who had noticed the change in Reinhardt's demeanor, suddenly narrowed his eyes. The words Medanore had said to him after the match involuntarily flashed through his mind.

"I see……"

He had been thinking about this for a while, but he hadn't thought of it.

What the opponent meant by not fighting against one person was that Reinhardt himself is not a single individual. He is a fighter with two personalities, each possessing its own separate dimension.

Whoosh!

Seeing the rapidly approaching white light, Reinhardt's smile vanished. In its place was a cold, solemn expression. He stated calmly, as if stating a predetermined fact: "The American team won this game, nothing more."

Swish!

After saying that, he quickly raised his racket.

boom!

The tennis ball, which had turned into a white flash, was easily blocked by his racket. As if he had done something insignificant, Reinhardt flicked his racket and hit the tennis ball towards Niou's backhand.

"Second tier!"

The speed of the tennis ball made Niou's pupils shrink.

The opponent's state was actually at the second level of another dimension, and it had almost reached the quasi-third level.

hum!

Without the slightest hesitation, his aura exploded. The demonic aura completely turned dark, and it seemed as if a pair of enormous wings, capable of blotting out the sky, stretched out from behind him, barely managing to contend with the aura opposite him.

Tap tap!

He twisted his body and sprinted towards the tennis ball at full speed. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the point where the ball would land.

"It seems the opponent is stronger than he imagined..."

Byodoin glanced indifferently at Reinhard, whose aura was icy cold and whose gaze instinctively recoiled upon meeting his. This man's strength was likely far greater than that.

Watanabe frowned, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "Then why did he reveal himself so early?"

Since we have the ability to suppress our opponents, wouldn't it be better to play it safe and steady?

"He was scared."

The ghost, with his arms crossed, said, "His prophetic abilities seem to be more than just talk. If I'm not mistaken, he must have seen some kind of future change that was beyond his control just a moment ago."