Clash in the Different Dimension Realm
Oni Jūjirō hadn't felt this kind of intense panting in a long time.
Since joining the Japan U-17, even during his previous battles around the world, he had never encountered such an opponent.
He had never experienced such intense, high-intensity competition again, except when he played against Byōdōin.
Moreover, compared to the previous Byōdōin Hōō, this France professional captain Ronard, exerted a much stronger sense of pressure on him.
It seems I have no choice but to give it my all...
With that thought, Oni Jūjirō completely released himself from restraint, and a terrifying purplish-black aura instantly rose from his body.
Two faint, blood-red dots of light appeared intermittently within the purplish-black glow.
"This is..."
On the other side of the court, Ronard immediately noticed Oni Jūjirō's strange behavior, but he wasn't afraid; instead, he was somewhat excited.
The faint sense of danger emanating from his opponent actually reignited his fighting spirit.
"To think you could do that is quite an achievement. It's a pity you're only a first-year student; you're still too inexperienced."
The aura of Oni Jūjirō Asura Path was no longer concealed, and everyone around the stadium seemed to see a terrifying figure standing at the gates of hell.
Boom!
The intense psychological pressure spread uncontrollably and wildly.
Some people, including the Japan Team and the France Team, whose mental strength or physical abilities were not strong enough, were startled by Oni Jūjirō's aura.
"In that case, let's end this round here!"
Ronard gripped the tennis ball tightly in his left hand, tossed it up forcefully, and then bent his knees and bent his body backwards in a wide arc.
Bang!
Under Oni Jūjirō's astonished gaze, the ball bounced violently after landing and flew out of bounds in an extremely irregular trajectory.
"ACE, France Team, 40:15."
Ronard a surprise move and won the most crucial point of the game.
"It's here! It's the commander's missile that can change direction!"
The France Team, who had just been frightened by Oni Jūjirō's aura, were overjoyed; their captain was finally taking things seriously.
Continue serving.
Seeing the opponent adopt that exaggerated serving posture again, who knows if they were planning to use the same trick again.
His sharp gaze was fixed straight ahead, and beads of sweat streamed down his cheeks.
Bang!
Ronard launched another missile that could curve, his full power unleashed at its limit, appearing like a ghost at the landing point of the tennis ball.
He got into position, his eyes fixed on the tennis ball about to hit the ground.
Bang!
Intercept at the feet!
No matter what kind of breaking ball it is, as long as you hit it back the instant it bounces, you don't need to worry about the opponent's follow-up moves.
However, what he could think of, the other party could also think of, and was even more certain than Oni Jūjirō.
After all, if Oni had been able to score continuously with this move, he wouldn't have Ronard for so long.
Just as the tennis ball returned by the ghost crossed the net, Ronard already appeared at the net.
Moreover, it had already soared into the air, high pressure from above, and slammed the ball down.
Bang!
A powerful smash sent the tennis ball flying out of bounds.
"Game, first set ends, France Team wins, score 6-4."
Oni Jūjirō silently returned to his rest seat without saying a word.
Many of the third-year Japan team members behind them looked worried.
They didn't expect the ghost to lose the first round.
"Call!"
The ghost removed the towel from its neck and exhaled a soft breath.
In the previous match, his opponent showed his true strength, and he himself didn't hold back much either. However, the opponent's continuous fast attacks made it difficult for Gui to cope.
In this back-and-forth exchange, he somehow fell into his opponent's rhythm.
Ronard very experienced; after the initial few head-on clashes, he began to avoid using brute force against the demon.
Instead, he relied on his basic playing style, using a rapid and intense attack and his familiarity with clay courts to force Ghost into making mistakes.
And he did it...
Soon, it was time for a break.
Taking a deep breath, Gui gripped his racket tightly with both hands.
He stepped back onto the field.
Regardless of what the other party is thinking, he won't hold back this time.
"Good!"
Sitting on the coach's bench, Mifune, who had been silent the whole time since Oni Jūjirō came down, saw the fierce fighting spirit in Kijuro's eyes and expressed his appreciation.
As long as you play to your strengths, the ghost isn't entirely without a chance of winning.
The second set of the match began.
Swish!
The tennis ball was simply tossed upwards, Oni Jūjirō's arm veins bulged as a sharp, piercing sound filled the air.
Bang!
He drew a dark streak across his racket, and the tennis ball, carrying a chaotic gust of wind pressure, arrived in an instant.
Bang!
Bang!
A familiar scene unfolded once again, and the match seemed to have returned to the intense fast-paced style of the previous set.
But this time, Oni Jūjirō, who was completely unleashed, kept up with Ronard's pace.
"France Team scores, 15-15."
"Japan Team scores, 40-30."
"Game, Japan Team scores, score 3-2."
"Both sides change sides!"
The first five games of this set were even shorter than the previous set. Both players began to reveal their skills in the fierce battle, and the air was filled with the atmosphere of "gunpowder".
"There's a chance!"
Seeing that Oni had regained the upper hand, Tōno Atsukyō said excitedly, "Just looking at these few rounds, Oni seems to have been able to suppress his opponent."
"No!"
Kimijima Ikuto said calmly.
"What's the meaning?"
Tōno Atsukyō frowned. If Kimijima Ikuto couldn't explain why this was a way to suppress the enthusiasm of his own people at such a crucial moment, he would definitely make him pay.
Even though they're your teammates, how dare they look down on their own people?
Kimijima Ikuto adjusted his glasses and, watching the demon's constantly moving body, said:
"That guy, Gui, has unleashed the same power he had when he fought the boss, and the other side is actually able to withstand it."
"But how long can a ghost maintain this state?"
Tread!
Ronard stomped his right foot hard, and his body shot towards the tennis ball like a bolt of lightning.
In the previous exchange, he had already sensed that his opponent's strength was increasing. He couldn't outlast him with pure brute force, but he could use other techniques.
A crimson flame quickly merged into the racket.
Snap!
Ronard lowered his head, moved his elbow down a few centimeters, aimed at the terrifying glint of light that had just sprung up, and swung his hand back at it.
"Hiss hiss hiss..."
A tremendous force rebounded from the racket, and terrifying spin was tearing at every single net string.
"Ho! Detonate it, ricochet!"
With a low growl, Ronard arm and slashed the tennis ball back.
"Good timing!"
With a loud shout, Oni Jūjirō's imposing figure, exuding an oppressive and terrifying aura, leaped vertically into the air.
"Senior Ghost actually jumped that high!"
Suddenly, Saeki Muneyoshi and Byōdōin Hōō appeared in the rest area, attracting everyone's attention.
However, seeing that the two seemed normal, they didn't pay much attention to them.
Let's keep watching the game.
Meanwhile, Muneyoshi and Byōdōin also saw the scoreboard.
"Senior Ghost has actually fallen into a disadvantageous position..."
"Hmph! What a useless fellow!"
Byōdōin was also dissatisfied, but as he spoke, he tried to raise his arm but seemed to have pulled something, and a hint of pain flashed in his eyes.
Mifune Nyudo frowned upon discovering this, but refrained from asking further questions so as not to affect the morale of the troops.
On his way back, Muneyoshi had already promised Byōdōin that he wouldn't tell anyone.
"Golden Jak Knife!"
Ha!
Oni Jūjirō roared in mid-air, and a dazzling golden light emerged from his racket, its terrifying and violent aura covering the entire court.
Bang!
The tennis ball began to glow, and a golden, vertical smash landed precisely at the angle where Ronard receive the serve.
"This is... hitting Shining Shot with a vertical smash!?"
"This is the Golden Great Folding Knife!"
Looking at this most powerful move of Oni Jūjirō in his memory, Muneyoshi felt a sense of emotion.
Boom!!
Compared to Zongyan's emotion, Ronaldo, who faced the ball head-on, felt much more uncomfortable.
The terrifying speed and power made it impossible for him to move his feet; he only heard a loud bang in his ear.
A huge cloud of dust rose up, obscuring the view.
The soft red clay ground was smashed into a large crater, with countless tiny bits of soil flying everywhere.
Oni Jūjirō's golden Great Folding Knife left a very conspicuous mark on the field.
"Japan Team scores, 15-15."
Their fight has transcended the limits of ordinary people and entered another dimension.
Having unleashed their full power, they are now engaged in an even more dangerous battle.
The two combatants didn't wait for the dust and dirt to settle; it no longer obstructed their vision. In the next instant...
Bang!
Passing through the lingering dust and smoke, another dark purple light flashed towards Ronard's half of the court.
"It seems I have no choice but to use all my strength..."
Ronard's eyes flashed, and he quickly turned and dashed toward the tennis ball.
The demonic spirit that had awakened the Asura Path keenly sensed something. While crouching down in the back, it focused its attention to the limit!
"It's coming!"
In the France rest area, Camus stroked his racket and spoke softly.
His words also helped the France Team shake off the terrifying figure from before, and they all focused their attention on the field.
Ronard, with a solemn expression, drew the paddle behind him.
Ghost, standing on the opposite side of the court, suddenly had a very bad feeling; there seemed to be a strange fluctuation of spiritual energy permeating the air.
"The Louis XVI's Guillotine!"
Suddenly, Ronard shouted, and in the ghost's vision, the surroundings seemed to transform into a gray, claustrophobic space.
On the opposite side, three men dressed in red, resembling medieval executioners, suddenly appeared.
He himself was led to a towering guillotine.
"What!"
The ghost was startled; this was...!
Bang!
As the guillotine fell, accompanied by a spray of hot blood, the Oni God phantom behind the demon seemed to have been cleaved in two.
The darkness dissipated, and the ghost returned to the court, where the tennis ball had rolled back to his feet.
"Game, France Team, score 5-5."
Ghost's heart sank; he hadn't expected his opponent to have this trick up their sleeve!
Moreover, this move of the opponent's was actually a direct attack on the mind!
Bang!
"Game, France Team, 6-5."
Bang!
"Game, France Team, 7:6."
France Team won this match, with a score of 7-6.
"In the singles match between France Team and Japan Team, France Team won 6-4, 7-6, with a perfect 2-0 record."
The announcement over the loudspeaker sent the France Team fans into a frenzy of cheers.
Match point!
The Japan Team is truly facing a life-or-death situation!
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