Prince of Tennis Fraudster

With a loud bang, the tennis ball shot out suddenly under the gaze of countless eyes, heading straight for Niou's backhand side.

Chapter 194 Leaders of the New Era [End of Main Text]

"it's over……"

Seeing the tennis ball fly out at a speed that defied his own thinking, Ryoga grabbed the orange in his hand and closed his eyes.

There aren't that many miracles in this world.

We won!

Nearby, Bryant and the others couldn't help but jump up. But the boy in the white hat, on the other hand, squinted.

Because he noticed that the curve of Niou's lips was getting higher and higher.

"This...this feeling..."

For a fleeting moment, Ryuma saw the shadow of his father in Niou. Not a phantom, but a real, youthful shadow of him when he was about two or three years old.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball grazed past Niou's side and flew straight towards the right sideline. Just when everyone had given up hope and was shaking their heads, he smiled.

"I see!"

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

It was very ordinary, without the previous golden and eerie red phenomena. His pupils were still brownish-black, but they exuded a terrifying feeling that made people's hearts tremble.

On the sidelines, Diablo shook his head and said, "It's no use. The tennis ball has already landed. Even if you break through to the third level, it won't help... Hmm?"

But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.

Tap tap!

Niou moved, his legs sprinting towards the tennis ball like an arrow released from a bow.

"No, it's impossible..."

On the sidelines, the players from the American team all wore expressions of horror.

fast!

too fast!

The distance between Nioh and the tennis ball keeps getting shorter?

That guy can run faster than a tennis ball, which is faster than Mach's serve!

tread!

Seeing that he was just a hair's breadth away from the goal, he stepped on one foot and leaped forward without hesitation, his left arm gripping the racket as he violently swept the tennis ball.

boom!

With a loud bang, Niou, his body parallel to the ground, gripped the tennis ball firmly with his racket. Then, he exerted force with his arm, concentrating all his strength into a single point and channeling it into the racket.

"Drink up!"

With a loud shout, he pushed the tennis ball out.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball swiftly crossed the net, passing Reinhardt with lightning speed.

boom!

Ultimately, the pressure was precisely applied to the bottom line.

"40-15!"

bump!

After hitting the ball, Niou lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground. The racket in his hand slipped out of his grasp and slammed against the wall with a loud crack.

"Gudu..."

Upon seeing this, the audience members all swallowed hard. What had they just witnessed in that instant?

"That kid!"

Seeing Niou fall to the ground, Mifune glanced at him and noticed the huge crack on his racket. He shouted, "Kirihara Akaya, quickly get that kid's racket and replace it with a new one. Mitsuya, prepare some cotton wool to stop the bleeding."

"Yes!"

The two responded immediately, but just as Kirihara was about to rummage through Niou's tennis bag for a racket, Niou, who had returned with a racket bearing a huge crack, shook his head and said, "There's no need to change it. Just get me some tape."

Immediately, to the astonishment of the audience, he skillfully used tape to fix the crack in his racket. After casually wiping away the blood, he returned to the court.

"Hey!!"

In the stands, players from various countries stared in astonishment at the racket covered in tape, saying, "That guy, is he planning to continue using this racket in the competition?"

"Maybe, no, he's already prepared to act, damn it! This madman!!!"

Using a broken racket to play against a fully fit Reinhardt?

Flower's lips twitched. "That guy, did he break his brain?" she said.

"No!"

Polk shook his head and said, "Did you notice? He smiled again. That was a genuine smile..."

Niou smiled again, holding the racket covered in bandages, and gave Reinhardt a kind smile.

"This guy..."

On the other side, Reinhardt gripped the tennis ball tightly, realizing that he could no longer lock onto the other guy's presence.

"No, he's just bluffing, Ralph, you have to trust your own judgment!"

There were no otherworldly phenomena or powerful auras emanating from Niou. He was just like an ordinary person who didn't know how to play tennis, simply smiling foolishly.

call!

Reinhardt decisively tossed the tennis ball into the air, and then, with a sudden surge of speed from his racket, he smashed it down onto the ball.

boom!

With a loud bang, the tennis ball flew out again. Its speed and power were unmatched by the previous serve.

"That guy!"

In the Japanese team, Mitsuya's expression suddenly changed: "He actually held back his strength?!"

Swish!

But the next moment, they discovered that Niou was gone.

Do not!

It wasn't that it disappeared; rather, it appeared directly in front of the landing point of the tennis ball, and at the same time, slowly raised its racket.

"This feeling is..."

On the sidelines, Ryoma and Ryoma stared wide-eyed at Niou's hand movements in disbelief.

"All things are impermanent!"

Unparalleled throughout history - all things are impermanent!

This is the true secret weapon of the samurai Nanjiro, and the fundamental reason why he is hailed as a legendary samurai.

"That is……"

Suddenly, Longma's pupils twitched.

Behind Niou, he saw the figure of a young man dressed in dark blue clothes with his hair tied up.

That was what Nanjiro looked like at his peak!

Bang!

The next moment, the tennis ball was returned. At the same time, the ball's scent, trajectory, spin, and force completely disappeared from Reinhardt's five senses.

boom!

By the time he came to his senses, the tennis ball had already hit the baseline behind him.

"40-30!"

"A huge, huge reversal?!"

On the sidelines, Kirihara stared wide-eyed, and like him, everyone else looked at the scene before them in disbelief.

"No, it's impossible..."

Reinhardt stared blankly at the smiling young man opposite him. Just a moment ago, he had actually felt an aura emanating from the other man that made his body tremble instinctively.

fear?

Impossible! How could he possibly feel fear?

"it's over!"

The next moment, he roared and quickly tossed the tennis ball into the air. His right hand, holding the racket, slammed down and collided heavily with the tennis ball.

"Ah!"

On the other side, Niou smiled again.

His aura also changed, transforming into an aura that was beyond question and could not be denied from any angle.

The Perfect Bible - God's Realm!

"That is……"

On the sidelines, the pupils of Shiraishi and the other four Tenhoji players suddenly contracted.

They saw a young man with a faint smile and a white bandage on his left arm behind Niou.

tread!

With a single step, Niou swiftly swung his racket, striking the tennis ball at the perfect angle, with perfect posture, and with perfect power and technique the instant it bounced off the ground.

Whoosh!