Fierce Battle
The two teams switch sides.
Ronard then held his serve.
The two players' fierce competition for every point ignited the audience, who hadn't seen such a thrilling match in a long time.
In the third game, it was Oni Jūjirō's turn to serve.
Bang!
"Japan Team scores, 15-0."
Bang!
"Game! Japan Team scores, score 2-1."
"Both sides change sides!"
After sitting down on a bench, Ronard grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat off his body. Although it had only been three innings, the match between the two had already reached a fever pitch.
"Captain, shouldn't you be starting now?"
Not far behind him, outside the railing, Camus couldn't help but smile as he looked at Ronard's confident gaze.
They were well aware of the captain's abilities, which far exceeded what he had shown.
To his surprise, this time Ronard did not give him a direct answer, but calmly said:
"Camus, don't underestimate anyone. That guy over there isn't as simple as he looks."
After saying that, he threw down the towel and returned to the field.
The serve changes hands.
Upon reaching the service court, Ronard adjusted his breathing, then tossed the ball high into the air. At the moment the ball reached its highest point, he twisted his wrist forward and slightly rotated his forearm inward.
Bang!
Point the center of the racket face directly at the ball and smash it forward forcefully.
The tennis ball shot forward like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the ghost's half of the court.
Without stopping, he quickly ran towards the net.
"The real competition is about to begin!"
Mifune Nyudo's eyes narrowed to slits, a hint of coldness appearing on them.
He hadn't expected that France's captain Ronard approach Oni Jūjirō, and the latter's skill level certainly lived up to his reputation as a professional player.
Oni Jūjirō gripped his racket tightly, immediately spotting his opponent preparing to serve and volley.
However, he didn't make any changes. He pushed off with his left foot and rushed directly to the landing point of the tennis ball.
Bang!
He delivered a powerful smash to the bouncing tennis ball, sending it 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 smash slammed heavily onto the clay.
By this time, Ronard already arrived.
He lowered his body slightly, rotated his right hand inward, and then swung it upward.
The tennis ball flew high into the air, then plummeted downwards.
After bouncing up at an extremely low angle, it quickly flew off the field.
However, the ghost's figure also appeared before the tennis ball's path. A racket reached down, its face shrouded in black and red light, catching the tennis ball and swinging it upwards.
"Black Battle Axe!"
Ronard looked up and knew that he couldn't stop the opponent's smash from that height.
The tennis ball transformed into a giant black axe and cleaved down at him.
Faced with this situation, Ronard's gaze narrowed slightly. Sensing the oncoming airflow, he remained calm and focused on discerning the opponent's trajectory.
Knowing the trajectory of the tennis ball, Ronard a few steps back, drew his racket behind him, raised his left hand diagonally to the sky, and swung his racket forward as the tennis ball rushed towards him.
"The Rock of the Seine!"
A heavy pressure came from his wrist, and Ronard an eyebrow. He then gripped the racket with both hands and swung it forcefully.
The demon's Black Battle Axe was directly countered by the opponent, and the tennis ball flew in a very short arc like a rainbow into the sideline.
Gui Ma ran towards the sidelines without stopping, and the brief slide caused by his sudden stop on the red clay caused him to slide out of bounds.
Even Europeans familiar with clay courts cannot avoid unexpected situations that occur when stopping and starting suddenly.
However, even after slipping, the ghost still managed to catch up with the tennis ball.
Bang!
Before the ghost fell, it raised its right hand high, sending the tennis ball soaring into the air.
Lob from the baseline!
Bang!
Ronard leaped into the air and intercepted the attack precisely.
France scores, 15-0.
"So strong!"
Irie Kanata the field, looked extremely serious. It was truly rare for a demon to be in such a passive situation.
"That's right, as expected of a professional player, the France captain on the other side is very strong!"
Tanegashima Shūji complexion had improved considerably, agreed with Irie's words.
Even from outside the arena, he could feel the opponent's powerful pressure.
Brushing the dust off his clothes, Gui took a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, and held the racket vertically in his hands.
His pale red eyes were now filled with seriousness.
His face, which originally looked quite mature, now appeared rather dignified, and the scar on his right cheek added a touch of three-dimensionality to his features.
"Are you completely serious? That's how it should be, isn't it?"
With a slight smile, Ronard three fingers and tossed it upwards.
The next moment.
A faint, almost imperceptible crimson glow appeared on his racket.
Bang!
The air surged back, and the tennis ball, carrying several sharp sparks, flew towards Oni Jūjirō's half of the court.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The sharp, cutting aura caused Oni Jūjirō's eyes to change slightly; the spin on the tennis ball was somewhat eerie.
"You idiot, who are you underestimating...?"
Ghost's face darkened, his facial muscles making him look even more ferocious, and he fearlessly ran towards the landing point of the tennis ball.
"This ball isn't that simple; you can't just walk it with brute force."
Ronard chuckled softly, then bent down, lowering his center of gravity, bending his right leg and extending his left foot back a short distance.
At the same time, just after the tennis ball he served landed, five different ball shadows appeared out of nowhere, curving and shooting out in five different directions.
Napoleon's Gunfire!
The ghost reacted quickly; in a sudden, rapid movement, his eyes instantly caught sight of five tennis balls that were somewhat scattered in different directions.
"The American Pirate at the Byōdōin are somewhat similar..."
Do you think you can stump me like this?
The ghost's calf muscles contracted, and with a rapid stride, four or five afterimages appeared in his body.
No matter how many changes occur, I'll just send them all back to you!
Bang bang bang bang bang!
A series of shots rang out, and he returned each of the seemingly unpredictable balls.
Sizzle!
"Oh, they actually fought back. But it's over now!"
Accompanied by a dazzling flash of light, the tennis ball once again flew over Oni Jūjirō's half of the court.
"Gallic Missile!"
Boom!
The flames vanished, and the tennis ball flew directly towards the baseline.
"Hmph, don't even think about scoring!"
"Ha!"
The expression on the ghost's face was somewhat distorted, and its steps were forcibly twisted.
He ran quickly toward the tennis ball!
At this moment, the ghost's reaction can be said to have exceeded all limits.
He strode forward, leaving afterimages in his wake, and swung his racket down at the missile-like streak of fire.
However.
He lost his footing and fell again, the tennis ball flying directly out of bounds.
France leads, 40-0.
The referee glanced at the ball marks on the ground and quickly announced the verdict.
On the field.
A confident smile graced Ronard's face; the rhythm of the match had unknowingly fallen into his hands.
Bang!
"Game, France, 2-2!"
Bang!
"Game, France, 3-2!"
Bang!
"Game, Japan Team, 4-4!"
The two players engaged in a fierce battle over the score.
Although the overall rhythm was still in Ronard's hands.
But every time he thought he could score easily, Oni Jūjirō would unleash a power beyond his imagination.
The fight between the two surprised not only the people of Japan, but also many in France.
"How is this possible? This guy is actually fighting the captain to a standstill?"
The older players on the France Team found it hard to accept that the Japan could actually put up such a tough fight against them.
His words resonated with several France athletes, just as their emotions were becoming increasingly agitated.
"Keep quiet, and never underestimate any opponent!"
Camus gently stroked his racket, glanced at them indifferently, and said...
Ronard's chest heaved slightly. Although his opponent was slightly inferior to him in experience and strength, the difference was not significant.
Moreover, as he coldly surveyed Oni Jūjirō's physical condition, Ronard noticed that Oni Jūjirō's sweating rate was almost the same as his own.
This is getting a bit tricky!
P. S.: "Please vote with monthly tickets! This is the first time I've written about Uncle Ghost in such detail."