Prince of Tennis Fraudster

In order to nip the crisis in the bud, decisive action was taken.

boom!

At that moment, Niou swiftly swung his racket, catching the tennis ball.

pat!

But to everyone's surprise, almost the instant he touched the tennis ball, the racket slipped from his hand. He was also thrown back several steps by the recoil.

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

"how is this possible?"

Seeing Niou forced to retreat, Kirihara and the others widened their eyes, their pupils flashing in disbelief.

"wrong!"

At this moment, Noah's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted, "Reinhardt in this state is not second-tier, but quasi-third-tier!"

"hiss……"

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped.

"So what if it's quasi-third tier..."

Kirihara glared at everyone and shouted, "Senior Niou also possesses near-third-tier strength. This match has only just begun."

"Forehead……"

The group, regaining their senses, frowned slightly, but upon reflection, it was indeed true. They had only been startled by the way Ren's racket had been smashed open; if they were to be honest, the match wasn't entirely without a chance.

As they passed each other on the field, Reinhardt spoke up.

“You are very talented, but in this match, I will not give you any chance to evolve.”

His tone was calm, neither too loud nor too soft, as if he were stating an unalterable fact.

"This spiritual power..."

Niou turned his head slightly, but when his gaze fell on Reinhardt, he instinctively looked away.

The opponent was constantly surrounded by a barrier of spiritual energy, and was extremely wary, completely eliminating the possibility of him using the Eye of God and the Seven Deadly Sins.

"This is troublesome..."

Switching courts, Niou's heart sank as he watched Reinhardt decisively throw the tennis ball across the court.

Without hesitation, his aura gradually increased, and his black wings completely dissolved, merging into the darkness.

boom!

At this moment, Reinhardt decisively served.

"That damned guy!"

On the sidelines, Kirihara and the others glared indignantly at Reinhardt, who wore a cold smile. The opponent had actually taken advantage of the moment when Niou was raising his aura to launch an attack.

What are you thinking about?

Byodoin shook his head and said, "You bunch of middle schoolers are really too naive. This is the World Cup, not some child's play game like your national tournament."

Taking advantage of the opening to attack is the best choice.

Whoosh!

Tennis, like a hurricane, is constantly swayed by the turbulence that accompanies it as it passes through the net.

Ochi narrowed his eyes and muttered, "A terrifying serve!"

Swish!

Just as the tennis ball approached Niou, his closed eyes suddenly snapped open. His pupils, one gold and one red, were strangely bright.

Quasi-Tier 3 - Eye of the Evil God!

At that moment, his eyes could see every detail of the tennis ball, the degree of spin, and even the heat generated by the friction between the tennis ball and the air.

Without the slightest hesitation, having clearly seen the trajectory of the tennis ball, he quickly raised his racket and swung it towards the ball.

"This kid acted impulsively..."

At Seigaku, Nanjiro, who witnessed this scene, slowly shook his head. Coach Ryuzaki and Tezuka, standing nearby, exchanged slightly surprised glances. Ryuzaki looked up at him, frowning, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Nanjiro shook his head, then closed his eyes and whispered, "You'll find out soon enough..."

boom!

The next moment, as the two turned their attention back to the television, Niou's racket collided with Reinhardt's serve.

Click click...

But the crisp sound that followed made everyone's expression change.

Niou's racket, as if unable to withstand the impact of the tennis ball, emitted a series of mournful sounds. Sensing the condition of the racket and the terrifying force of the tennis ball, he decisively withdrew his force and dodged away.

boom!

The tennis ball flew straight towards the baseline behind him, landing precisely on the white line.

"15-0!"

Tezuka, who witnessed the whole thing, changed his expression and blurted out, "How is this possible?"

"That's normal."

Nanjiro, standing nearby, shook his head and said, "Because that American kid merged his two personalities and entered the so-called third stage!"

Chapter 192 Finding Joy in Suffering [Third Update]

Third-order interdimensional!

Nanjiro's calm words, however, struck Tezuka and Coach Ryuzaki like a thunderclap, leaving them in a state of shock and confusion.

Tezuka, in particular, who spent more than a month in Germany during its nine-time consecutive championships and represented Germany in the tournament, clearly understood what the Third Dimension of Another Dimension represented.

If a near-third-order Polk can be ranked in the top 80, or even top 50, of the world's ATP rankings, then a third-order Reinhardt would definitely be in the top 20.

A difference of just one word represents a qualitative change.

"That guy..."

In the stands, Polk's expression was grave, his thick eyebrows furrowed. Under the watchful eyes of QP, Goebbels, Bismarck, and others, he said in a deep voice, "He has probably entered the third stage."

"Gudu..."

Although they were somewhat prepared, everyone still couldn't help but swallow hard when they actually heard Polk's words.

Barritley and Flower, in particular, as professional players, were well aware of the power of Tier 3.

The tall and strong Barritley glanced at the field, looked at Ren Wang with a hint of sympathy, and said, "Although the Japanese team still has a chance to win, they will definitely lose this game."

Upon hearing this, the generals from the various countries standing nearby all fell silent.

Tennis should be a sport full of endless possibilities. But at this moment, in their eyes, Niou's loss was already a foregone conclusion.

boom!

Under the powerful impact, Niou once again lost control of his racket, staggered back two steps, and the racket flew out of his hand, smashing into the wall.

"Game! United States team, 0-2!"

"A meaningless match..."

In the American team, Diablo glanced indifferently at Renwang, who was gripping his left hand, and shook his head, saying, "Instead of struggling, it's better to conserve your strength. After all, even if you lose this match, you still have a chance to win. Moreover, with your talent, breaking through to the third tier in time is not impossible..."

In his view, Niou's insistence was completely unnecessary.

Between the nation and the individual, the former should indeed take precedence. However, when there is no chance of victory, preserving one's own position should be the top priority.

After all, talent is the most important thing.

This is also the philosophy they were instilled with from childhood.

boom!

Another loud explosion rang out, and a figure was blasted out of the smoke. Before everyone's eyes, he crashed solidly into the wall.

"Game! United States team, 0-3!"

"Actually, he no longer needs to insist."

Looking at Niou, whose arm bore two scars, Byodoin shook his head and said, "He's already sacrificed enough. Continuing on is just a struggle..."

"Well……"

The demon fell silent. He acknowledged Niou's actions but also agreed with Byodoin's assessment. Deep down, he felt that Niou didn't need to sacrifice his tennis career for the sake of national honor.

"nation?"

At that moment, Mifune, who was sitting on the coach's bench in front, smiled.

"Do you really think that kid is that stupid? If I'm not mistaken, what he's sticking to right now is exactly the tennis career you're worried about!"

A glint of wisdom flashed in his cloudy eyes.

What Niou insisted on was not national honor, but his own path in tennis.

Admittedly, if he gives up now, he can indeed preserve himself, and given time, he will indeed have a chance to break through to the third tier. But how can he make up for the lost time?

His tennis style is not a foolish, headlong rush to the net, nor is it a style of play driven by pure passion. But it is also not a style of play where one is constantly calculating gains and losses and maintaining one's rationality.

Snapped!

Grabbing the racket from the ground, he returned to the court and took his position. Feeling the burning sensation in his arm, Renou, now in a defensive stance, had a golden, fiery glint in his eyes…

"This kid..."

Seeing Niou's expression, Nanjiro, watching from outside the television, smiled.

This approach is indeed foolish, even mindless. But isn't tennis, which he championed, the same?

"Did you see that?"

Nanjiro raised a slight smile and said softly, "He's smiling."

"Well……"

Upon hearing this, Tezuka and Coach Ryuzaki's pupils both contracted. Looking closer, they saw that, sure enough, a faint smile played on Niou's lips.