Victory

After realizing that Muneyoshi was also a reformer like him.

Camus's gaze toward Saeki Muneyoshi became serious and intense.

Everyone said he was unconventional and subverted tradition, but he finally found someone like him.

Muneyoshi's subversion is evident in the brilliance of this Darkness Field.

At that moment, Camus saw a striking resemblance between himself and Saeki Muneyoshi.

Muneyoshi himself could not comprehend the concept of selflessness, but he did not force it, because he believed that his continuous exploration of the darkness would not be inferior to the concept of selflessness.

During his time at the training base, especially after the battle with Irie Kanata, he realized that the Mental Fluorescent Flame's limitation of only being able to passively defend was too small.

Fools seek externally, wise men seek internally!

Muneyoshi was neither a fool nor a wise man, yet he still sought to examine himself inward.

With guidance and inspiration from Irie, Muneyoshi, using the Cloudbreak nature of the future as an anchor, further developed the Shadow Wave, which was originally born from the combination of the Way of Qi Spiritual Power, the Path of Path of Darkness.

It has finally undergone a transformation. Although the radiance of darkness is still very weak, it now has the confidence to rival the radiance of the heavenly garments.

Even if the method of using the Darkness Field created by Muneyoshi is still not as good as the Light of Restraint, the wonderful uses of the field itself are enough for him.

Standing within the Darkness Field, Muneyoshi finds it easier to manipulate mental illusions, and he can also draw upon the darkness itself to strengthen his own abilities by absorbing the power of his opponents.

The opponent, trapped in his Darkness Field for an extended period, will inevitably be weakened.

Furthermore, because the field is a further extension and expansion of his mental power, every ball that comes from the opponent will be slowed down in his eyes.

This is a natural counter to opponents who have embarked on the path of Speed Extreme.

Bang!

The audience seemed to have a visual and auditory distortion; they only clearly heard the sound of Saeki Muneyoshi hitting the ball long after the tennis ball had disappeared from sight.

A loud thud.

The tennis ball, enveloped in the glow of the dark aura, bounced straight past Tristan.

"Japan Team, 15-0!"

The referee quickly announced.

Saeki Muneyoshi easily scored a point by receiving Tristan's powerful serve.

Tristan's gaze shifted, glancing at the ball mark in front of him before turning his attention to Saeki Muneyoshi across from him.

His eyes betrayed his horror, and his keen senses allowed him to feel completely enveloped in darkness, with only the patch of pure land beneath his feet remaining.

"Heh, it's a bit too early to be alarmed!"

He smiled briefly before regaining his Muneyoshi.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, Tristan walked to the opposite service court.

As a member of the BIG4 team, Tristan showed great strength at this moment. Even when he was at a disadvantage, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

He then began to seek a way to break the deadlock. He tossed the tennis ball up, and his movements remained at the proper level, without deviating from the expected form.

Tristan serves the ball again.

A burst of intense spiritual light suddenly broke through the darkness, and the tennis ball was enveloped in brilliant light and cheers, landing directly in Muneyoshi's half of the court with a whoosh.

Tristan wanted to take action, but his rapid serve was accompanied by a relentless onslaught of Darkness Light from Saeki Muneyoshi.

Muneyoshi's footsteps were light, and the entire Darkness Field seemed to ripple.

Tristan's entire body seemed to be stuck in the mud, making it difficult for him to react in time.

Bang!

Once again, a sound as if the sound of the ball hitting the net rang out, as the tennis ball once again broke through Tristan's baseline.

Another point from the serve, 30-0.

"What a unique and dangerous path you've taken in tennis! As expected of you, Muneyoshi!"

In the Japan rest area, Irie Kanata, watching Muneyoshi grow step by step, sincerely praised him.

"Hey, this kid actually managed to do that, not bad at all!"

Byōdōin's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

"Saeki Muneyoshi, you think you've already defeated me? Dream on!"

Under the constant erosion of darkness, Tristan's mind began to be affected. At this moment, his eyes were filled with a violent and ruthless fierceness, like a beast about to go berserk.

The aura emanating from him was becoming increasingly dangerous.

"Oh? He truly lives up to his reputation as a future key player for the France team; he can actually hold on with sheer willpower."

Although he spoke words of praise, Muneyoshi's eyes were like a deep, unfathomable pool.

Tristan's presence in his domain meant that everything was exposed to Muneyoshi.

At this moment, none of his actions were any secret.

"Ha, perseverance is ultimately futile; only darkness is eternal!"

As Muneyoshi's cold words fell, his figure seemed to dim again, and then, like a chain reaction, the dense, dark light changed its disordered spreading pattern.

As if receiving a command, they all swarmed toward Tristan.

Pollution, erosion, assimilation, illusion...

Bang!

"Japan Team, 2-0."

Bang!

"Game, Japan Team, 4-0."

Bang!

The battle continues, Tristan has not given up, and Muneyoshi is constantly trying new applications of the field.

As Muneyoshi strode forward, a towering black aura rose, his eyes calm as still water, dark as an abyss.

The place where Muneyoshi stood was like a bottomless abyss, Black Hole that swallowed everything.

Its domineering and unrestrained nature devours all vision and speculation, obliterating all spirit and probing.

Most terrifyingly, as the match progressed, Muneyoshi's dark eyes began to gleam with crimson light.

His figure seemed to be hidden between darkness and sunlight, revealing only his blood-red eyes like those of a demon, which instilled fear in people's hearts.

"This Japan brat has actually elevated darkness to this level!"

"He's a formidable enemy of the future!"

As Muneyoshi began to demonstrate his own path and strength, many representatives from various countries in the audience turned their attention to him, regarding him as a formidable future adversary.

Meanwhile, many people familiar with each other glanced at the location of the Switzerland Team.

"Ha, Path of Darkness completely different from mine, I really want to fight him!"

As Muneyoshi displayed his strength, Amadeus, who was already very interested in him, became increasingly interested.

Seemingly drawn by Muneyoshi's Darkness power, he too began to emanate a dark aura.

"Amadeus, feeling itchy? You're finally not alone anymore. This First Day of the New Year Japan, though the way we walk this path is different from yours, our essence is actually the same!"

The professional player who was also the captain of the Switzerland Team next to him noticed Amadeus's excited emotions and couldn't help but joke.

"Yes, Captain, our paths aren't exactly the same, but he's been very helpful to me."

Retracting the eerie light that had escaped from his body, Amadeus opened his eyes, shook his head, and then closed his eyes again, seemingly sensing with his mental power.

After a long pause, he solemnly replied, "His darkness is not as profound as mine, and my darkness is not as eerie and destructive as his..."

As a practitioner on the same path but in a different way, Amadeus saw things much more deeply than others.

On the court, a dark light began to intersect, forming layers of obstacles in front of Muneyoshi.

Swish!

The power of a tennis ball has been greatly reduced as it breaks through obstacles.

Thump!

However, the tennis ball still made a dull thud when it landed on the clay court, although its speed had decreased compared to when it first hit the ground.

The weakening of the Speed Extreme Path within Muneyoshi's domain has begun to show.

Even the weaker members of the Japan Team watching the game could barely make out the tennis ball.

Tap tap tap!

Muneyoshi's face was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see his expression, but he moved quickly, appearing behind the tennis ball in just a few steps.

With a swift, sweeping motion, his black and red racket forcefully sliced through the spiritual light enveloping the tennis ball, striking a point in mid-air.

Then he held his racket horizontally, and a dark purple light completely enveloped the entire racket.

Smash the ball with force when it bounces to its highest point.

Bang!

With a dull thud that only Muneyoshi himself could hear, the tennis ball flew straight toward Tristan's half of the court without stopping.

"Aaaaah! I won't let you score so easily again, Saeki Muneyoshi!"

Across the field, Tristan, constantly enveloped by Dark Radiance and extreme emotions, also completely erupted.

He could feel his condition deteriorating, and that dragging things out would mean there was no chance of winning, so he decided to take one more gamble.

Tristan's figure was like a streak of light, his speed reaching its limit.

Suddenly, more than a dozen figures appeared in the entire arena, filling his half of the field.

"A final burst of power? Or did it break through the limit? Reaching the Speed Extreme..."

Kaji Fūta, who also followed the path of Speed Extreme, exclaimed in surprise. The level of skill Tristan was displaying was exactly what he had been pursuing.

"What a pity, Muneyoshi's Darkness Field is extremely effective against his opponent, otherwise he could have done even more..."

"Received..."

"Good!"

Unlike the comments from the Japan Team, the France Team's spirits lifted. Tristan had been suppressed for too long, conceding several points in a row.

They had assumed Tristan had given up on the game.

Unexpectedly, at the last point, they found a way to break through Saeki Muneyoshi's Darkness Light Tennis.

Laugh!

Sizzle!

Tristan's return shot, with its stunning brilliance, flew into Muneyoshi's half and collided violently with the omnipresent Darkness Light.

Like water dripping from a hot oil pan, or a red-hot iron block encountering ice, both leave a wisp of smoke on the ground after they land.

"France Team scores, 15-15."

Then came a few more goals, and Tristan unleashed his amazing power.

Bang!

"Game, France Team, 1-5."

Looking at Tristan, who was panting heavily opposite him, Muneyoshi's eyes flickered slightly. He hadn't expected that the other party could hold on for so long and still do this under the corrosive influence of darkness.

It must be said that their ability to become the mainstay of France in the future is indeed not to be underestimated.

Unfortunately, the opponent's attack came too late...

Tristan's five-dimensional attributes had already appeared in his mind. With a total of 25 points in the five dimensions, he was actually no worse than Muneyoshi, and might even be stronger.

But.

The competition is not just about winning or losing in the five dimensions.

Tristan lost the first move and fell into the trap set by Muneyoshi.

The current resistance is nothing more than a last gasp; the more fiercely the opponent struggles, the faster they will succumb.

"He's a genius! But this round is over!"

With the aid of the ever-encroaching light of darkness, Muneyoshi took a step, his right ankle twisting quickly, and he moved very smoothly to the front of the net.

With a leaping motion, his long arms swung the racket, and a backhand smash sent Tristan's return shot flying.

Bang!

The tennis ball bounced off the ground and flew directly out of bounds at the very edge of the forecourt.

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

After a short break, the second game began. Having escaped the Darkness Field, Tristan seemed to have recovered considerably.

However, only Muneyoshi knew that if the influence of darkness were so easily eliminated, it wouldn't be worth his long and dedicated research.

Swish!

Tristan serves again.

Throw the ball, jump.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew towards Muneyoshi once again.

The Darkness Field unfolded once more. As the ball approached, a faint gray light appeared in Muneyoshi's somber eyes. Within the pitch-black depths, layers of light and shadow spread along with the tennis ball.

With the groundwork and weakening effect laid throughout the previous round, even though Tristan's mental strength was comparable to Muneyoshi's, he was now at his limit.

Mental illusion.

Dreams fill the branches... Nightfall Ballad!

"Detonate... Tristan, and sink into endless darkness and dreams..."

"Bang!"

A dark shadow quickly swept across Muneyoshi's half of the field.

The tennis ball grazed past Tristan's feet, as if triggering a switch, igniting countless illusions in his mind. He was stunned for a moment, then collapsed.

"France Team's Tristan has lost the ability to continue the match; Japan Team wins this game!"

"In Group C, the third round of the singles second knockout stage, the Japan Team won with a record of two wins and zero losses, tying the overall score at 2-2."

P. S.: "After some editing, I've decided to make it one chapter. Please vote with your monthly tickets!"