The Underground World of Tennis

"Wow, I didn't expect it to be not small fish and shrimp, but a crocodile!"

"What the hell were those guys doing with their intelligence?"

"Don't be afraid, no matter how powerful he is, he's just one person," the first one to speak said. "Attack together, cripple this guy!"

Of the five men who attacked Muneyoshi, one had just been knocked down by his powerful attack, leaving four remaining.

The four people stood in the four directions (front, back, left, and right) and simultaneously took out two spheres.

This time, eight real tennis balls came at once.

If it were anyone else, they would probably have had a hard time dodging such a dense attack, but Muneyoshi's training methods and multi-ball practice since childhood gave him great confidence at this moment.

Although his practice of hitting ten balls in official matches is not yet perfect, he can easily return shots of ten balls or less.

Moreover, he uses the same hands in both hands, and with a few swings, he easily returns the attacking real tennis ball.

"Hmph, is that all you've got?"

A sharp glint flashed in Muneyoshi's eyes, and then, as the tennis balls flew towards him again, he forcefully hit all the Real Tennis balls in the same direction.

With eight Darkness Shot, plus the unique nature of real tennis, the impact was like flying stones.

"Boom boom boom...!"

"Ah..."

Eight loud bangs rang out in succession, followed by a shrill scream that abruptly stopped in the same direction. Muneyoshi had crippled another person.

Judging from the sound, the attacker had not only been knocked to the ground but had also passed out.

If you were to get a closer look, you would see blood seeping from the corner of the person's mouth.

Muneyoshi felt no guilt whatsoever; on the contrary, he felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

The dark strokes flowed with unprecedented fluidity at this moment.

The fluctuations in the darkness were incredibly active.

The pent-up, violent emotions within him were fully released at this moment.

His heart grew increasingly heavy; it could not be said that Muneyoshi was a born violent maniac.

After all, his opponents were prepared to cripple him, and they didn't need his sympathy, no matter what their reasons were.

"This kid's strength is getting more and more terrifying. We probably can't deal with him using simple methods. The strength he's showing now is something many people in the youth training team can't match."

In the shadows, the three attackers slowly approached and began exchanging information. A moment later, the three emerged directly from the darkness.

"Hey kid, who are you? A reserve player for the U-17 training camp?"

As the attackers emerged from the shadows, Muneyoshi slowly straightened up and stared at their faces.

Three tall figures emerged from the shade of the trees.

Two of them were very young, probably around his age, or at most a year or two older.

One was a white boy with long, light blond hair, and the other was a yellow-skinned boy with flowing brown hair and an Asian face.

Muneyoshi's suspicions were immediately confirmed.

The other person, on the other hand, seemed much more mature and was probably a high school student.

However, Muneyoshi had no memory of this person, and he found it very strange.

The Clark Organization, founded by Keith and Lin Xiu, should be in England, so how did they end up in Spain?

Who are you?

Unable to figure this out, Muneyoshi ignored the other party's questions and directly asked about their origins.

"Keith."

"Lin Xiu!"

Seemingly acknowledging Muneyoshi's strength, the two young men directly answered Muneyoshi question, further confirming the answer in Muneyoshi's mind.

At this moment, Muneyoshi's gaze fell on the leading man.

The leading man was slightly displeased with Keith and Lin Xiu's self-introduction. After seeing Muneyoshi's gaze, he spat in dissatisfaction and said to the two behind him with a speechless expression.

"You have a long way to go if you want to establish yourself in the Underground Tennis World with these methods..."

"Kids these days, really, are they all so loyal?"

"Unfortunately, in the Underground Tennis World, loyalty is the cheapest thing!"

Muneyoshi ignored the intruder's rebuke and instead asked again in a cold voice.

"May I ask who you are? And why are you attacking me?"

You can call me John Hebrew!

The two men behind him had already introduced themselves, and the leader bluntly stated, "As for why we attacked you, heh, you were just an extra in the way!"

"By the way? Could their goal be...?"

Muneyoshi's heart skipped a beat; a bad feeling crept over him.

However, he is still unable to extricate himself and needs to resolve the immediate problem.

After learning the other person's identity, Muneyoshi asked mockingly, "Hebrew surname, from England?"

"That's right!"

John Hebrew raised an eyebrow, seemingly both displeased and surprised by Muneyoshi's tone. How did this Asian lad know he was England?

"No wonder... From the moment you appeared, I smelled the stench of bandits and thieves, yet you acted like a gentlemanly dog!"

Muneyoshi's lips curled up, his soft laughter revealing deep disdain.

"Heh heh! You yellow-skinned Asian monkey!"

John Hebrew's face instantly turned cold. With his gentlemanly attire torn, he simply stopped trying to maintain that gentlemanly facade.

"Little one, I'm going to teach you a lesson today: don't say things that will annoy people!"

John Hebrew pulled out a Real Tennis ball and gave Muneyoshi a cold look.

Boom!

The ball was fired, and a powerful sonic boom resounded all around.

"What? You're getting angry now that your pretense has been exposed!"

Muneyoshi chuckled, his face remaining calm, but when facing one person alone, he regained his nonchalant demeanor.

As long as it doesn't involve knives or guns, and the problem is solved with tennis, Muneyoshi has nothing to fear.

In the night sky, where streetlights flickered, the darkness deepened, making the Mental Fluorescent Flame in their eyes shine even brighter.

Boom!

Muneyoshi raised his hand, and a black, ghostly light enveloped the tennis ball at his fingertips. With a thud, the tennis ball's tail ripped through the dark night sky, sparks flying in the purple-black flames.

Meanwhile, Keith and Lin Xiu, who were temporarily observing the battle, began to talk quietly.

"Keith... this kid who's about our age is a monster."

Upon hearing this, even Keith's usually expressionless face showed a hint of seriousness.

Seeing that his friend didn't respond, Lin Xiu rolled his eyes and continued:

"Anyway, we've seen the real Underground Tennis World on this trip, and we've already decided to leave Spain. We've also almost finished the tasks the boss assigned us, so let's go!"

"Xiu, it's precisely because I've witnessed the true nature of the Underground Tennis World and the strength of the Spain that my decision is even more certain. Right now, the England U-14 and U-17 players are a bunch of good-for-nothings."

Keith's gaze was fixed intently on Lin Xiu's eyes. "Xiu, we need to prove to them what a mistake it was to expel us. Will you help me?"

Lin Xiu replied without hesitation, "Of course, Keith, we're best friends."

"Okay, Xiu, let's think about leaving after we finish watching this match!"

Bang!

Muneyoshi's counterattack was very powerful, but for John Hebrew, it was only a very good level.

He was once considered a prodigy, and even successfully entered England's U-17 team, becoming a member of the qualifying squad.

"Young people don't know their own limitations!"

Hebrew sneered and took a half step back.

"How dare you be so insolent in front of me! English Style!"

Boom!

Another loud explosion followed.

Under the dim streetlights, Muneyoshi suddenly saw a river full of English Style.

The river flows recklessly, its rocks and filth concealing a deadly danger!

Muneyoshi, whose mental strength was already formidable, quickly realized that this was a type of Illusion Ball, belonging to the Technique Form and a high-level application of mental power.

And coincidentally, Muneyoshi has just embarked on such a path.

Muneyoshi was delighted by this.

What could be more exciting than encountering and defeating a fellow traveler on the same path?

So where does the real danger lie in this river?

If your opponent thinks this way, then they've fallen right into your trap.

Muneyoshi's gaze shifted slightly. No matter how realistic the illusion was, there was only one tennis ball.

Boom!

Muneyoshi neither dodged nor evaded; his racket was completely enveloped in a dark, eerie light as he powerfully struck a churning wave in a river.

The flow of water and the illusion vanished instantly, revealing the tennis ball wrapped in a cloth.

The same path can offer valuable lessons.

Of course, to learn from others, one needs the ability to see through the essence.

The tennis path of his opponent is not much of a secret to Muneyoshi, who has embarked on the same path.

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