Men's Singles Three
Just as Muneyoshi went out and found Byōdōin, he took him to the hospital for treatment.
The singles match has begun.
"Now we begin the third round of Group C's singles match between the France and Japan teams."
"Please bring your players to the stage: Japan Team's Oni Jūjirō (Grade 11) vs. France Team's Leopold Camus Don Charpentier (Grade 11)."
"Please allow both players to enter the arena."
In the Japan rest area, Oni Jūjirō, with a serious expression, silently picked up his racket and walked towards the court.
In the France rest area, France's captain Ronard Teuton, saw the starting lineup and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.
"Camus, let me handle this match. His strength is enough to make me feel threatened. The tennis system is currently being restructured, and you, who are not yet fully mature, are likely to face an unpredictable opponent."
"Team leader?"
"Don't worry, I'm sure I'll win. Let me do something for you and for France before I leave. France will depend on you from now on."
Ronard smiled and patted Camus on the shoulder.
Ronard satisfied with Camus's abilities and the talent he displayed.
Camus entrusted the future of France to his own hands, and he was quite at ease with it.
Although he was unsure of Oni Jūjirō's strength, his powerful and keen mental senses detected a strong sense of danger the moment the other stood up.
Ronard complete faith in his intuition.
Giving this match to Camus is not a sure thing; he is still young, and his tennis system is being restructured.
Then, on the big screen, the names of the France team suddenly changed.
Seeing this, Mifune Nyudo took a swig of sake and asked the demon, "How about it, demon! Facing the captain of France, the top player of a professional team, you shouldn't be scared, right?"
Oni Jūjirō's expression remained unchanged; he simply said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, Coach, I won't lose."
On the field.
The two came to the net and shook hands. Ronard a smile, "I can sense that you are very strong. You must be one of the hidden trump cards of the Japan Team. It's an honor to meet you."
"Thanks!"
Without uttering any unnecessary words, the ghost guessed first and then retreated to its own backfield.
"Ha, what a cold-hearted fellow..."
"The singles match begins, best of three sets, with the Japan Team serving first!"
At the baseline service court, Gui gently tapped the tennis ball a few times, found the right feel for it, and then suddenly grabbed the ball, glancing at the opponent's position.
"Drink!"
He tossed the ball, then leaped high into the air, his sleeves fluttering, revealing the bulging muscles all over his body. With a swing of his arm, he slammed the racket hard against the tennis ball at its highest point.
A muffled thud.
The tennis ball left a circular hole in the inner corner of the service area on the clay court.
"Not bad strength!"
Ronard out of nowhere, right in front of the tennis ball's landing point, and slammed it away with tremendous force and speed, even more so than before.
Bang!
The opponent's ability to return the ball was not beyond Gui's expectations. He took a step forward, jumped on one foot, and gently sliced the ball back onto the opposite side of the court with his racket at the highest point.
Laugh!
Laugh!
A slice shot—just from the sickening spin of the tennis ball as it flew, you knew that this shot from the devil was no ordinary ball.
But this didn't faze Ronard. He took two quick strides and landed on the tennis path, raising his racket.
The tennis ball, which was originally on backspin, was neutralized by a reverse lift, and the ball spun back again.
In just a few brief exchanges, the experience and skill of a professional-level player were immediately apparent, and even Gui was on high alert.
Boom!
However, the next second, the moment the racket in the ghost's hand touched the ball, he realized that simply being alert was probably not enough.
Ronard's mastery of power, skill, and speed is almost unparalleled.
That lift just now wasn't simply a matter of neutralizing the spinning attack from the demon.
The force of this shot was enough to make someone with slightly weaker strength drop their racket, and the tennis ball kept rubbing against the racket and net, making a tearing sound.
Oni Jūjirō is Oni Jūjirō after all.
While such power might cause others to make mistakes, it wouldn't be effective against him.
He stared indifferently at the tennis ball on his racket, then began to exert force with his wrist and engage the muscles in his arm to counteract the opponent's power.
Then, with a gentle flick of his wrist, the tennis ball was sent flying back by the ghost.
"Oh! The Gallic Cannonball didn't work?"
Ronard somewhat surprised to see that Oni Jūjirō had actually knocked him back.
However, his mood became increasingly cheerful. Was this the strength of the Japan commander?
Bang!
Ronard surprised, but that didn't stop him from continuing to retaliate.
He raised the racket to chest level, then gently lowered it, and once again slashed the racket upwards quickly.
"Gallic Missile!"
Call out!
Sizzle!
The ball skills that perfectly combine power, speed, and spin are reproduced.
Ronard's powerful slice shot bounced rapidly to the left sideline the instant it hit the ground.
Seeing that his opponent had already made a move, Oni Jūjirō wasn't the type to just take the hits.
Having already experienced this attack firsthand and knowing its power, the demon understood Ronard movements.
His brow furrowed slightly, but he kept moving, quickly shifting to the left.
Thump!
The ghost lowered its body, bent its legs, and pushed the racket horizontally.
At the same time, a layer of dark red flames seemed to wrap around it and completely ignite the racket.
"Jack Knife!"
The tennis ball, which had been spinning wildly, suddenly became still. The powerful force completely shattered the spin, and the ball slammed heavily into the opponent's baseline corner before bouncing out.
"Japan Team scores, 15-0."
"That was terrifying! It started so fast!"
"This looks like it's going to be a very close match!"
"The opponent is, after all, the captain and main player of a BIG4 team. That guy, Gui, should be fine, right?"
The match turned into a fierce battle from the very beginning, which surprised everyone on the Japan Team.
Meanwhile, the shock in France was no less than that in Japan Team.
"The captain's two ultimate moves have been countered in a row. Is that guy on the other side, called Ghost, really that strong?"
"How impressive is he? The captain knows perfectly well. To be able to so easily withstand two of the captain's ultimate attacks, it seems this guy really has something!"
Alright, let's focus on the game!
Camus then spoke up, realizing the formidable nature of the man his own age.
At that moment, a burly figure appeared in the rest area for those arriving from France.
"Duke, you're back. Did you find your sister?"
Camus smiled gently at the newcomer, but Duke seemed distracted, glancing towards the Japan Team's rest area...
On the field!
Seeing his signature move countered even more violently by his opponent, Ronard's gaze sharpened instantly.
"A head-on collision... then let's try!"
"Gallic Cannonball!"
Bang!
Ronard hit another powerful return shot.
Once he's in character, every movement of Oni Jūjirō is filled with extreme power.
Bang!
In the same position, after several rounds of entanglement, the ghost once again hit the tennis ball towards the opponent's corner.
"Japan Team scores, 30-0."
"Ooh ooh ooh!"
Such a thrilling offensive and defensive battle immediately captivated the audience.
The audience applauded the two players as they faced off; as spectators, they found the exciting match a visual treat.
The match continued, with Oni Jūjirō's counterattacks becoming increasingly powerful, while Ronard also unleashed his true strength.
Bang!
Tap tap tap!
Oni Jūjirō looks very imposing, making one think he's a clumsy powerhouse, but his leg muscles are surprisingly strong, and his speed is equally impressive.
Moreover, he is not only strong, but also very skilled in various techniques.
As he charged towards the net, Ghost drew his right hand behind him, shifting his weight forward, and then swung the racket downwards from a high point.
The tennis ball bounces off the ground, strikes the underside of the racket face, and is gently sliced across the net.
However, Ronard not be underestimated. With his rich experience in matches, he instantly figured out what the ghost was up to and moved to the net at the same time.
The tennis ball has just crossed the net and hasn't even touched the ground yet.
Ronard already arrived. He slightly extended his racket, used a flick of his wrist to deflect some of the force, and then used his wrist to forcefully backhand upwards!
The tennis ball was pushed back onto Oni Jūjirō's court, but a black racket appeared and blocked the ball's path.
"Jack Knife!"
A dark red beam of light flew past Ronard and crashed heavily to the ground.
Boom!
This time, the red soil was instantly blasted into a huge crater!
"Game Japan Team scores, score 1-0."
Oni Jūjirō held onto his serve.
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