Prince of Tennis Fraudster

The tennis ball flew past Reinhardt, and he could only watch helplessly as it went. His mind was blank; every cell in his body seemed to tremble, trembling with fear of that nemesis-like presence.

boom!

"Divide it equally!"

"A miracle...?"

Long Ya was startled, and the orange in her hand slipped and rolled off the table.

"No, impossible!!!"

After two consecutive goals, Reinhardt completely lost his advantage and finally realized that the person in front of him had broken through to a level he could not have imagined.

Damn it!

He cursed under his breath, tossed the tennis ball into the air, then quickly raised his racket and slammed it down with a ferocious expression.

boom!

With him giving it his all, the speed of the tennis ball seemed to increase even further.

"You're panicking."

At this moment, Niou on the other side laughed and said, "I can see that your mind is in turmoil, and your tennis has lost its rhythm."

His calm words seemed to look down on Reinhardt from above.

"That is……"

On the sidelines, Akutsu's pupils contracted.

In the stands, the Yamabuki team members seemed to be able to see the phantom behind Niou as well. That inexplicably familiar aura gave them goosebumps.

"Shunyi..."

In Yamabuki's coach's office, through the television, he saw the figure of Banlao in white, a genuine smile on his wrinkled face.

The Undefeated Legend - Return to One!

tread!

With a single step, Niou instantly appeared in front of the tennis ball's landing point. With an upward swing of his racket, he sent the ball flying with incredibly sharp spin and unimaginable technique.

Whoosh!

As the tennis ball hurtled towards him, Reinhardt once again found himself in a strange state of immobility.

That ball seemed to pierce through his spirit, striking the deepest, most vulnerable spot in his brain.

boom!

"The team that receives the ball takes the lead!"

Three goals completely reversed the situation.

"What...what exactly happened..."

It took Reinhardt a long while to come to his senses. He stared blankly at the smiling Niou across from him. Then, his spirits lifted.

"You actually broke through to the third tier?"

And, he mastered a technique that terrified him?

"But in the end, it's just relying on external forces..."

A cold smile crept across his lips. "I didn't lose to you, but to those three incredibly powerful figures. Haha, I didn't lose!"

As he spoke, it was as if he had unlocked a certain spiritual connection, and his aura suddenly surged. At the same time, he tossed the tennis ball high into the air, swung his racket, channeling all his energy and spirit, and struck the ball.

boom!

This ball shows signs of exceeding the third level.

"indeed."

At this moment, the King of the North shook his head and said, "Without the guidance of the three of them, I might have already lost. But if it comes to defeating you, I will not rely on their abilities."

"Are you ready?"

He curled his lips into a smile, and his originally calm aura suddenly surged, seemingly without end, continuously accumulating until even the faces of the real professional players on the court changed drastically.

"My new secret weapon..."

After saying that, he took a step forward with one foot. In the blink of an eye, before even the professional players could see him clearly, he arrived in front of the tennis ball.

Swish!

He then swished the racket at an indescribable angle, making the perfect contact with the ball.

With a slight smirk, he uttered softly, "King Ren!"

boom!

With a slight flick of his racket, and propelled by his left arm, the tennis ball vanished completely from the court. Meanwhile, Reinhardt, whose momentum had been building, was suddenly enveloped by a terrifying aura.

black!

His field of vision was filled with darkness; there was no light, no sound, and nothing that he could use except himself.

The substance described by an adjective.

rustle……

At that moment, his ears twitched slightly, as if he heard the rustling sound of crawling insects.

pat!

When he came to his senses, his vision cleared, and the sounds around him became clear, he also saw the small yellow-green ball next to his feet.

"Game! Japan team, 1-5!"

"Gotcha!"

Standing at the entrance of the passage, Taneshima smiled and said, "You seized the opportunity; you won!"

boom!

As the final smash landed, the referee's voice rang out.

"Match ended! Masaharu Nio of the Japanese team won, with a score of 7-5!"

"With this, the xxth World Cup has come to an end. The Japanese team, with three wins, one draw, and one loss, defeated the United States team to win the championship!"

By this time, the sky was filled with stars.

Inside the stadium, the lights were already blazing brightly. But in everyone's eyes, no matter how bright the stars or how dazzling the lights, none could compare to the blue-haired youth in the jacket.

He stood out from a constellation of brilliant young people around the world.

In the eyes of top players from various countries and professional athletes who came to watch the game, he is the leader of the new era and a figure who is destined to be indelible in the history of tennis.

A new legend, a leader of a new era - Nioh Masaharu!