Prince of Tennis Fraudster

Despite being at such a significant disadvantage, he actually found enjoyment in it?

boom!

With another loud bang, Niou was sent flying backward, making another close and intimate contact with the wall.

"Game! United States team, 0-4!"

"Whoosh..."

Breathing heavily, Niou wiped the sweat from his forehead and bent down to pick up the Nightmare racket from the ground.

"Old buddy, you're in a worse situation than me, haha..."

Seeing the racket with several faint cracks, Niou couldn't help but smile bitterly. The injury on his arm constantly aggravated his nerves, but the cracks on the racket felt like needles pricking his heart.

Gripping his racket tightly, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes: "Let's venture into that unknown territory..."

tread!

After saying that, he turned around firmly and slowly took out a tennis ball from his pocket.

"Is this guy a monster?"

When the American team saw Niou, whose arms were covered in bloodstains, yet who calmly continued to hit the tennis ball, the other players stared wide-eyed.

Ryūya narrowed his eyes, then turned his head to look at Reinhardt, whose aura was even more intense.

"You felt it too, didn't you?"

The indomitable spirit and ever-enjoying nature of Niou reminded Ryoga of his own father.

That is the true temperament of a leader of an era.

Chapter 193 Letting Go of Obsessions [Fourth Update]

Indeed, as Ryuga said, Reinhardt sensed this aura emanating from Niou, which is why he didn't choose to defeat him gradually.

For the American team to win, he must use absolute strength to nip the opponent's growth in the bud.

call!

At that moment, Niou gently lifted the tennis ball with his right hand. Simultaneously, he stretched his body, crossed his feet to the left and right, and slammed the high-raised racket down.

boom!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball pierced through the air with incredible speed, striking Reinhardt's right sideline.

In the stands, France's star player Camus exclaimed in surprise, "This guy's ball control actually gets better as the game progresses."

"but……"

Amadeus shook his head and said, "This little bit of progress is useless for Reinhard in his current state."

Without breaking through to the third tier, there is still no hope of victory.

boom!

Sure enough, the next moment, Niou's body was blasted out of the dust cloud again.

"0-15!"

Reinhardt still only used one ball against Nioh.

"Senior Niou..."

Seeing Niou stand up again, grab his racket, and walk onto the court, Kirihara's hands began to tremble uncontrollably for some reason.

"Is this the real you?"

Noah's heart clenched as he watched blood trickle down Niou's arm. He had always known Niou to be a wise player with a firm grasp of the tennis situation.

But now it seems he was wrong.

"Plant an island!"

Just then, Mifune's voice rang out from in front of them. Taneshima's eyelids twitched, but he heard the other person's calm voice say, "Go warm up. We can't lose this match."

"Yes!"

Nodding, Taneshima glanced at the situation on the court, picked up his racket, and left the court.

Ahead, a complex expression flashed in Mifune's cloudy eyes. As the head coach, he shouldn't have made the other players warm up while the main players were still competing.

Because this is a signal, a signal to abandon the player on the court.

But as the national team coach, he couldn't be like Niou, disregarding the honor of the country.

"Kid, I'm sorry..."

He glanced at Niou, who had been blasted out again, and closed his eyes in extreme pain. This was the most painful decision he had ever made in all his years of coaching.

boom!

"Game! United States team, 0-5!"

"Cough cough..."

Renou landed and coughed awkwardly twice. On the sidelines, Bryant shook his head and said, "Still not giving up? Your head coach has already sent another player to warm up."

"So what?"

With difficulty, Niou stood up and smiled slightly. "That's what he should do. What I should do is defeat your commander, nothing more!"

"A commendable will."

Across from him, Reinhard gave him a cold glance and said, "But it's also a foolish will, utterly worthless."

"hey-hey!!"

Niou shook his head and laughed, "It has no value; that's your value. But for me, it's something more important than victory."

"Ok?"

On the other side, Reinhardt's pupils contracted slightly.

Just now, he sensed a terrifying aura emanating from the guy opposite him.

"As expected of a genius comparable to the samurai Nanjiro, your potential only increases as the competition progresses..."

But this also strengthened his resolve to defeat his opponent.

Exchange courts.

Reinhardt quickly pulled a tennis ball from his pocket, glanced up, and without thinking, tossed the ball up and then quickly brought his racket down.

boom!

With a loud thud, the tennis ball shot out.

boom!

"15-0!"

Surprisingly, the attack did not hit Niou in front of him or directly attack him.

"why?"

Torres's gaze darkened slightly, while Medanore beside him chuckled, "He's an extremely cautious fellow."

Polk nodded and said, "He was afraid that his direct attack on the other party would unleash the other party's potential, making things more unpredictable and beyond his control."

This shows that Reinhardt is an extremely rational player.

boom!

Another tennis ball landed quickly.

"30-0!"

"It's all over...it's all over..."

Horio clutched his head, and Momoshiro and the others beside him felt a pang of sadness. Although this person had hindered the rise of their Seigaku, this match had shown them once again the opponent's unwavering will.

That's why they didn't want the other team to lose. But they couldn't stop the game from progressing.

boom!

"40-0!"

The tennis ball struck Niou's backhand side once again, but he was still powerless to stop it. It was as if his legs were old and decaying, unable to muster the speed to keep up with the ball.

"strength!"

His eyes widened as he stared intently at Reinhardt opposite him. "I need faster speed and greater strength!"

Just then, a playful laugh echoed in his mind: "If you're only after strength and speed, young man, you're still far from it..."

"That's right!"

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice rang out, "The perfect way to play is not about physical perfection, but about mental perfection."

Then, a gentle and warm voice rang out: "Put aside the thought of the game and feel the call of the racket in your hand."

"Is it you?"

In Niou's mind, those three familiar faces involuntarily surfaced.

Legendary samurai Nanjiro, undefeated legend Minamoto no Shunichi, the perfect bible Shiraishi Kuranosuke...

Three tennis leaders from different eras and times appeared in his mind at the same time.

"Let go of your obsession and truly feel the call of the racket..."

As his thoughts raced, he took a deep breath, and his mind gradually calmed down. His thoughts continued to focus on the racket.

"Hey, old buddy..."

His consciousness greeted the lifeless racket, and Niou's lips gradually curled up, because he received a response from the racket.

"not good!"

On the other side, Reinhardt's expression changed for the first time upon sensing the change in Niou's aura.

call!

Without hesitation, he immediately tossed the tennis ball into the air, ready to end the match with lightning speed.

boom!