Ambush

Next to the Barcelona Tennis Club is a large green park.

The park is very popular with outdoor tennis enthusiasts due to its beautiful scenery and tranquil environment.

The park is lined with tall trees, providing ample shade.

As the sun sets, the tall trees and thickets become a paradise for small animals.

At this moment, under a large tree deep in the park, a group of figures dressed in black, wearing hoods, and holding specially made tennis rackets stood quietly.

Their gazes were fixed indifferently on Muneyoshi and his two companions who had just emerged from the club.

The leader leaned against a tree trunk, tossing a ball twice the size of a regular tennis ball upwards. Upon seeing this, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Huh, why is there an extra person here?"

Do you have his information?

After speaking, the man looked at another black figure to the side.

"Boss, I've already checked, but I couldn't find any information on this person. He's probably just some nobody, nothing to worry about..."

"Smack!"

"A nobody?"

The leading man grabbed the ball in his hand, straightened up, and used his arm to pin the man who had spoken against his chest.

"Who is Medrano? When has he ever been so nice to a nobody?"

"Yes, yes, boss, I'll check right away!"

The black-clad figure seemed terrified of the man in the lead and dared not refute him.

The others around them were not surprised at all.

"Forget it, it's too late to check now..."

As he slowed his speech, the leading man seemed to remember something and looked at two figures in the crowd.

"Keith, Xiulin, you've already seen what the Underground Tennis World is like. Didn't you say you wanted to go back to England, establish the Clark Organization, and take revenge on those who drove you out?"

"Then tonight, that little guy will be your pledge of loyalty. Go, take care of him!"

The leader of the group didn't care about Muneyoshi at all, but he didn't want to let him go either.

Upon hearing the leader's request, two tall figures emerged from the darkness. One had long, blond, British-style hair, while the other had an Asian face.

The two answered their leader's command without hesitation, "Yes, leader."

"Okay, Hebrew, take two more people with you and go with Keith and the others. As for the rest, come with me and let's give Spain's strongest talent a little surprise!"

As evening approached, the last rays of sunlight disappeared from the sky.

The streetlights in the park have also started working.

"Time to go home! I wonder if Mom will have time to cook dinner for me today."

Muneyoshi adjusted the tennis bag on his shoulder slightly, muttering a complaint under his breath.

This was his first time in a foreign country, and his Old Man had only sent him a location, which left him speechless.

Fortunately, the distance isn't too far, and today I visited the club and witnessed Spain's advanced training system and methods.

Furthermore, he had arranged a match with both Tokugawa and Medrano.

He was in a pretty good mood.

I feel that this trip to Spain was worthwhile; I gained a lot, at least on the first day.

He not only obtained the new training schedule from the club, which gave him direction for the upcoming training sessions.

Moreover, in today's match against Tatum, he truly mastered the rudimentary form of this technique that he had demonstrated when fighting Byōdōin.

The match between Muneyoshi and Byōdōin before he left Japan was the most humiliating defeat he had suffered in all these years.

Aside from the initial two tentative points secured through serves and drops,

Once Byōdōin got serious, he was completely humiliated.

His current physical condition has not yet reached the minimum threshold for unlimited use, so Darkness Shot only hit a maximum of seven or eight balls in a match.

Even so, his Darkness Shot was still somewhat immature and posed no threat to Byōdōin at all; it could be easily countered.

Of course, Muneyoshi did not come away empty-handed, after personally experiencing the bloodthirsty brutality of the Asura Path.

Muneyoshi, however, combined darkness, spirit, and the sword's slashing and drawing techniques.

This is how the custom of Chaotic Flower Burial came into being.

This adds another skill to his arsenal of limited techniques.

Another thing that made him happy was the club's training procedures and standard volume.

It felt like it was tailor-made for him.

After all, Japan, a country whose tennis development system is not yet fully developed, doesn't even have a U-14 team.

It's just an inter-school competition; the pressure is far too low.

The training was completely substandard and failed to achieve the desired training effect.

This training schedule will save him a lot of trouble.

As Muneyoshi walked, he envisioned the direction of the next training session, just as he was about to reach the exit...

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh...

From behind the bushes, several aggressive tennis balls hurtled toward Saeki Muneyoshi with a piercing whistle.

"Who!"

With his exceptionally sharp mental senses Muneyoshi immediately sensed the danger and quickly moved the tennis bag on his back forward.

He quickly pulled out his racket, and with a few swings of his arm, accurately blocked the tennis balls that came from all directions.

"Puff puff... thump thump..."

Behind Muneyoshi, he heard the sound of a tennis ball whizzing through the bushes, followed by a muffled thud, and then the sound of the tennis ball rolling onto the ground.

"Oh, I thought he was just a nobody, but he turns out to be a big fish. Kid, are you a member of the youth training team?"

Seeing that Saeki Muneyoshi's actions and reactions were quite remarkable, a cold voice came from the shadows.

Then, five figures emerged from the shadows.

Muneyoshi looked around and found that both his way in and his way out were blocked, clearly indicating that this group of people had ill intentions.

Muneyoshi didn't answer, but quickly took out two rackets from his bag, one in each hand, and was very wary of their next move.

At the same time, his gaze quickly swept over the tennis ball that had fallen to the ground.

He had just sensed that the tennis ball that attacked him was much larger and heavier than a regular tennis ball used in matches.

There are also some gaps left from the intertwining and twisting of the parts.

"Is this... real tennis?"

Muneyoshi's sharp gaze sharpened, and memories flashed through his mind. He had actually forgotten that there was such a group in the Prince of Tennis.

He already had a guess about the identity of the person who came.

Just then, the streetlights on both sides suddenly flickered on and off. Muneyoshi's senses were much stronger than others, and he immediately realized the danger.

He didn't answer when he saw Muneyoshi.

From the darkness, several more tennis balls flew out and were hit at him at extremely high speed.

"You bastard, how dare you attack me!"

Muneyoshi was furious. He never expected that the underground tennis forces operating in Europe would actually come after him.

He only arrived in Spain today.

Where exactly did the problem lie?

But this wasn't the time to think about those things. Even though the lighting wasn't right, he could still clearly see the tennis ball flying towards him.

We dare not show them the slightest mercy.

A halo of eerie light appeared around Muneyoshi, and black flames flashed across his racket, almost invisible in the darkness.

Muneyoshi didn't hold back at all, directly hitting the tennis ball back in the direction it came from with Darkness Shot.

"Ah!"

A scream came from the woods; one of the attackers had been hit by Muneyoshi's Darkness Shot.

"The feeling when I hit the ball just now... these people are actually playing real tennis!"

Muneyoshi's anger grew even stronger; these people who attacked him were clearly aiming to cripple him.

Otherwise, why would they use something like real tennis that can kill people?

Real tennis, also known as backyard tennis, is a type of tennis game played in a traditional, authentic style.

It was invented by an 18th-century British King and is the foundation of modern tennis.

However, because it had killed too many people, people considered real tennis too dangerous, so it was no longer commonly used and eventually evolved into its current form.

The most distinctive feature of backyard tennis is that the tennis ball is not made of rubber, but rather filled with stone or wood.

If it hits a person, it can really kill them.

Therefore, it can be predicted that the person who was hit by the real tennis's Darkness Shot has probably suffered serious internal injuries.

Muneyoshi showed no pity for this.

He was influenced by darkness, making him inherently extremely irritable and destructive.

"Watch out, this... this guy's ball is incredibly powerful."

The other attacker was clearly startled by Muneyoshi's shot and rushed to check on the injured person, ultimately arriving at this surprising conclusion.

Their voices trembled slightly, tinged with anger; they wanted to cripple others, not be crippled themselves.

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