On the court.
What had seemed like a one-sided match was quietly beginning to change.
Although Ace still held the lead on the scoreboard.
Sabo had not given up.
It was just that his body was gradually nearing its limit.
His chest heaved violently.
Every breath felt like pulling a worn-out bellows.
Even the sunlight overhead felt scorching.
But that was exactly what he wanted.
"It should be about time."
Sabo felt as though all the blood in his body was boiling.
His body temperature had long surpassed the limits of ordinary people, reaching an astonishing 39 degrees Celsius.
His heart was pounding madly inside his chest.
Its beats per minute had soared past two hundred.
Just as his consciousness was about to blur.
An inexplicable tremor surged from the depths of his soul.
It was his desire for victory, as well as his obsession with not losing to Ace so easily.
Without any warning.
The strange dragon-and-fire-like pattern near Sabo's left eye, which had not been very noticeable before.
Suddenly shone crimson and rapidly spread across his face.
Rather than ruining his features, it gave him an eerie, chilling aura.
At the same time.
His stamina, which had been on the verge of collapse, rapidly returned, erupting with speed and strength far beyond before.
"I'm taking this point!"
Sabo, his entire body enveloped in the flame effects of Flame Breathing, abruptly raised his head.
A sharp gleam flashed from his piercing eyes.
At that moment.
Ace had just fired a tricky high-speed shot toward the baseline.
In everyone's eyes, Sabo, who was clearly running out of stamina, had no chance of returning it.
Yet the next second.
Sabo shot forward like a rocket released from its launch.
[Bang!]
Accompanied by the explosive crack of torn air.
Sabo's racket, wrapped