Into the Third Round

With light steps, Muneyoshi reached the other side, gripped the tennis ball tightly in his left hand, and scanned Frederik's position with sharp eyes.

He tossed the tennis ball into the air, bent his knees, and pushed off the ground.

Bang!

A flat serve, combining absolute power and skill, sent the tennis ball flying like a golden streak across the opposite half of the court.

Boom!

The soft clay did not diminish the power of the tennis ball much; the incredibly powerful serve slammed heavily onto the clay, kicking up fine sand.

Just as the tennis ball bounced high and was about to fly over the baseline, Frederik arrived just in time.

Instead of using a conventional heavy hit to return the ball, he tilted his racket slightly and swept it across the tennis ball.

Swish!

A light yet resounding slice shot rang out.

Frederik actually hit a short drop shot at the net while receiving serve from the baseline!

This is the commander!

We will continuously learn from the experiences and lessons of the competition and correct them immediately.

Saeki Muneyoshi hadn't expected the opponent to change tactics so quickly, but his highly focused attention helped him react quickly. He shouted:

"You're still the commander? Are you going to be a coward?! Don't you dare run away!"

With a roar, Muneyoshi pushed his speed to the limit, sprinting from the backcourt to the frontcourt.

Saeki Muneyoshi has excellent balance and can stop quickly even on soft red soil.

He bent his knees and lowered his back, then gently flicked his racket.

Both involve dropping a short ball, but the difference is that Muneyoshi hits the ball close to the net.

But just as Saeki Muneyoshi's return shot cleared the net, a racket appeared in front of the tennis ball.

Bang!

Croatia, 15-0.

Frederik calmly put down his racket, gave Muneyoshi a cold look, and said, "Kid, you can't decide who's the captain, and brute force isn't the only thing that can be done."

After saying that, he walked towards the bottom line.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In the ensuing match, the two players traded wins and losses in this back-and-forth battle, but in the end, Saeki Muneyoshi unleashed a variety of techniques he had learned from his teammates and won the first game.

"Game, Japan Team, 7-5."

Sitting in the rest area between courts, Frederik's heart sank. He hadn't expected that Saeki Muneyoshi, a junior high school student, would have such comprehensive skills and abilities at such a young age.

Based on what we've seen so far, their strength, speed, and technique are in no way inferior to his.

"He's going to be the future captain of the Japan Team! Heh heh, how lucky I am to have met him."

"Looks like I'll have to show some real skills!"

After tossing away the towel he used to wipe his sweat, Frederik returned to the field, and the game continued.

Bang!

Having won the first game, Saeki Muneyoshi did not stop in the second game. He was very excited to be making his debut on the World Tournament, and even on the official competition stage.

And this excitement continued, with the second match starting with a strong offensive, swinging the racket again and using the Sweet Spot Burst technique to deliver an absolutely powerful attack.

In his battle against the opposing captain, Muneyoshi demonstrated an even higher level of skill in combining strength and technique.

As he ran vigorously, his clothes fluttering in the wind, many female spectators saw the muscles in Saeki Muneyoshi's abdomen and excitedly shouted.

As he watched the powerful tennis ball hurtling towards him again, a sinister glint appeared in Frederik's eyes.

"You think you're the only one who can play power tennis!"

"Roar!"

After uttering a curse, Frederik suddenly let out a low growl.

Immediately, his already muscular body swelled up again, and his muscles began to look terrifying.

The upper half of his clothes had already been torn to shreds in his low growl.

Upon seeing this, the audience erupted in cheers once again.

Wow!

Countless gasps of surprise came from all directions. This was the first time in this World Cup that they had seen someone enter a state of "clothes ripped off".

"Really."

Irie Kanata serious, and he said to Oni Jūjirō beside him:

"Oni-kun, it seems that the captain of any team is no ordinary character. Saeki- kun, your real test is about to begin."

Gui nodded solemnly, but his gaze never left the burly man opposite him.

"The ultimate clothing destruction effect of Power Force?"

"No, it's not perfect, this isn't a perfect case of clothes ripping off!"

"Call!"

Muneyoshi was the first to feel the pressure from his opponent; this was the first time he had ever witnessed what a fighter who had pushed the Power Force looked like.

The Tatum I encountered in Spain before, although he also had his clothes ripped off, it only tore the muscles in his wrists and arms.

They're barely beginners.

And this Croatia star, Frederik, has a much better "clothing-tearing" effect than Tatum; he's almost completely tearing off his clothes.

In Europe, fighters who can unleash their full potential and have their clothes completely torn off are often the most impactful opponents.

However, even though his opponent wasn't perfect, Muneyoshi's powerful sensory abilities still made him feel the pressure.

An extremely strong sense of oppression!

Even if there are similar descriptions in memory, the feeling after direct experience is completely different.

The impact of such physical strength is no less significant than the pressure exerted on the mind.

"You little brats from the Japan Team, let's show you what Croatia tennis is all about!"

Frederik grinned, but his hands moved with surprising speed.

All the muscles in my body started to twitch, preparing for the shot!

Boom!

A sudden, loud explosion resounded throughout the entire stadium. Muneyoshi, as the opponent, felt a huge wave of sound bombarding him, causing him to experience ringing in his ears.

The returned tennis ball became incredibly violent, whipping up a surging wave of air that flew towards his body.

"Hahaha! Alright! Let me see what a world-class player who has reached the advanced Power Force is like!"

Saeki Muneyoshi laughed heartily, showing that he was not intimidated by the powerful momentum of tennis.

"Now you should see my tennis skills!"

The racket was lifted from the knee, and the intense friction gave the tennis ball a strong topspin again.

"Dark Fluorescent Flame!"

As soon as he finished speaking, with a whoosh, a layer of dark purple flames ignited on Muneyoshi's body.

Faced with this powerful shot, he wasn't sure if he could return it while standing still, so he didn't stop in place.

Instead, he sprinted forward, using the momentum to leap onto one leg, leaning forward, unleashing a burst of dark purple light that sent the tennis ball flying back even more violently.

"It's actually Darkness? Is this our first encounter, or is it already...?"

Seeing that Muneyoshi actually retaliated, and even used a new method, Frederik's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he quickly rushed to the net and leaped up.

"Budapest's Fireworks!"

The overwhelming power that could shatter everything once again blocked Muneyoshi's attack, while Frederik's smash went straight for Saeki Muneyoshi's face.

"Danger!"

"Damn it! That guy over there is trying to attack Saeki's body!"

The Japanese Japan Team watching the battle instantly realized their opponent's intention: Frederik, in his "clothes-tearing" mode, actually planned to forcefully knock down Saeki Muneyoshi's body from the front.

Such a counterattack was too late to retaliate.

However, Saeki Muneyoshi did not dodge or evade; he simply sidestepped and dodged his opponent's attack!

"Tch! You actually managed to dodge it!"

Frederik, who had just landed, looked at the tennis ball that Saeki Muneyoshi had dodged and which flew to the corner, and his face darkened.

At this moment, he did not see that Saeki Muneyoshi's originally cold and fierce gaze was now completely filled with Dark Markings.

"Ha! Saeki doesn't have a good temper. Angry him wouldn't be a pleasant thing. Muneyoshi, who's very vengeful, will probably retaliate immediately. Hopefully, he'll restrain himself when he does it and not be too violent!"

Seeing the opposing captain's self-destructive move, Irie chuckled and began to express his condolences for Frederik's impending doom.

Bang!

Bang!

"Darkness Shot - Falling Light!"

Enraged, Muneyoshi roared, and dark purple flames erupted around him.

His left palm moved forward, gathering a dense ball of Darkness Light that enveloped the tennis ball.

A powerful shockwave gathered around the returned tennis ball.

The dark power continued to spread, transforming into a huge black shadow that spanned the entire stadium and slammed heavily into Frederik's body.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh..."

Frederik was blasted away and crashed heavily into the wall, creating spiderweb-like cracks.

"Oh oh oh oh!"

The moment the ball landed, the atmosphere in the stadium completely changed. All the spectators became excited. This kind of extreme collision of power was indeed more in line with the tastes of European audiences.

"It seems that even if one reaches a high level in the Power Force, it doesn't count as stepping into the Different Dimension Realm. Unless one achieves a perfect 'clothing explosion,' one cannot withstand the power of a first-stage Darkness Shot."

Across the court, after retaliating and venting his anger and rage, Muneyoshi felt refreshed.

Having regained his composure, he looked at Frederik, who had been thrown three or four meters, squinted, muttered something, and then walked forward.

This comparison with the opposing team's captain gave him a full understanding of his own abilities.

Frederik struggled to fall out of the wall and landed heavily on the ground.

If it weren't for the red soil on the ground, his injuries would probably have worsened.

"Get up! Keep fighting!"

Saeki Muneyoshi walked to the net and stared at Frederik with the look of someone looking at a dead man.

When he met Saeki Muneyoshi's dark and lifeless eyes, Frederik's face paled, but the honor of being the captain still compelled him to stand up.

"The last ball, sending you home, Zhuiming!"

With the match coming to its final point, Muneyoshi gave a sharp shout, swinging his racket forward and drawing a dark purple streak.

In the churning airflow behind him, all the black light began to converge towards his hand.

The dark shadows seemed to absorb all the light, and with Muneyoshi's swing, the shadows lurking around him surged toward the opposite half of the court like curtains of light.

The darkness permeated the air, exerting an unparalleled and terrifying pressure on the opponent.

Saeki Muneyoshi simultaneously stepped forward, his racket completely enveloped in a dark purple light.

The racket shot towards the tennis ball in an instant.

Rumble!

A tremendous explosion rang out, and on one side of the stadium, it felt like a gale had been unleashed.

With Saeki Muneyoshi's final first-stage Darkness Shot, Croatia's captain Frederik, was knocked unconscious.

"Game, Japan Team, score 6-3!"

In the singles match, the Japan Team won 7-5, 6-3.

"In the group stage match between Croatia and Japan Team advanced to the next round with a record of 3 wins and 0 losses!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted in the stadium!

Let's go!

France Team's captain Ronard Teuton, called for his teammates to leave.

They've gathered enough intelligence from this match; now they need to go back and discuss their game against the Japan Team.

Anyone who has watched the Japan Team play can see that this year's Japan Team is coming on strong.

"Saeki Muneyoshi!"

Ronard muttered the name he had just learned, and even from this distance, he could feel the vibrant, upward energy emanating from Saeki Muneyoshi.

Although he is still very young and his skills are still immature, he is definitely a promising future talent that should not be underestimated!

And there's also the Japan Team's captain, hidden deep within.

The Japan Team's consecutive victories were enough to make France take them seriously.

P. S.: I took my medicine and took a nap at noon. I just woke up feeling a bit better, so I wrote this chapter for everyone. Please vote with your monthly tickets!