Going All Out

Back to the break.

Byōdōin sat upright in the chair, not daring to lean back against the backrest.

During the recent exchange, he felt his bandaged wound tear open again.

Mifune Nyudo didn't say much at this moment, but quietly stared at Byōdōin's back, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Meanwhile, a heated debate was taking place on the France Team's side.

"Duke, why didn't you go all out just now?"

"Is it because the other party is the person who saved your sister that you feel pity for them and don't want to use all your strength to deal with Byōdōin?"

"Heh heh, what you're doing is an insult to tennis, and even more so, an insult to the France Team jersey you're wearing!"

"Your actions make us ashamed to be associated with you!"

"How can you face the captain who nurtured you? This is betrayal! You have betrayed France!"

After learning that Byōdōin was Duke's sister's savior, the seniors on the France Team, who already disliked Duke, instantly became excited.

They began a barrage of verbal attacks, strongly accusing Duke of holding back and refusing to win the game.

Upon hearing these words, Duke, who was already conflicted, became enraged for the first time. His originally honest face was now filled with a fierce light, and his eyes became extremely dangerous.

Looking at the clamoring team members, he angrily retorted for the first time:

"I'll show mercy?"

Was my game on the field just now all fake?

"I don't care about your continued discrimination against me, but I hope you won't insult my tennis, and you won't insult the other team! Byōdōin is really strong!"

"Yes, I am very grateful to Byōdōin, and I will not repay him in this way!"

"Because I know that doing so would not only belittle the other person, but also belittle myself!"

As a player, Duke truly has nothing to be ashamed of.

Even though he was incredibly conflicted and struggling internally, he still gave it his all. If he wanted to repay the other party, he would do so after the competition.

However, Byōdōin's strength was more formidable than he had imagined, causing him to lose a point first.

"You didn't hold back? You didn't even unleash your full power just now?"

"What aspect of your demonstrated ability does it have that befits the title of 'France's King of Destruction'?"

Duke's response only excited the trolls even more.

Upon hearing this, Duke almost laughed out of anger.

"The match has only just begun. Do you expect me to go all out from the start? Don't you guys have any brains? This is a best-of-three series, not a tiebreaker. Are you not going to control your energy and wait until you're exhausted and suffer a crushing defeat?"

"And another thing! I don't need you to teach me how to play tennis! I will repay Captain Ronard's kindness!"

"You"

Duke had already gone this far; any further discussion would be irreversible, so Ronard interrupt the argument.

"Shut up, all of you! What kind of noise are you making? Do you want to make a fool of our France Team in front of the outside world?"

Camus shook his head and sighed inwardly.

It's already beyond repair; the conflict between Duke and the players is irreconcilable.

Moreover, Camus clearly sensed that even the commander-in-chief was hesitating!

Hesitation is the precursor to doubt; in other words, once the seed of doubt is planted, it's too late...

"I just hope Duke keeps his word!"

Camus didn't point it out, but looked at Duke gently, his heart filled with growing worry.

After the break, both sides returned to the field.

"Give it your all! Let me see your true strength!"

After the two men stood face to face on the court once again, Byōdōin spoke calmly, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

The opposing side made no attempt to conceal their clamor, and it wasn't just the spectators near the France Team and representatives from other countries who were making noise.

The Japan Team naturally heard it too.

"Good!"

Seeing the fighting spirit in Byōdōin's eyes, Duke Watanabe responded without hesitation.

He also wanted to have a head-on confrontation with Byōdōin!

"Drink it!"

When Duke got back to his right baseline and stood firm, he roared, his muscles tensing up layer by layer, and his jacket burst open!

Sizzle!

The team uniform that was covering his body was completely stretched to bursting!

Perfectly ripped clothes!

"Whoa! Destroyer King!!"

Duke's shirt-ripping pose instantly sent the entire audience into a frenzy!

Their France's King of Destruction!

I'm back!

Many of the Paris spectators present had seen Duke's games before.

Only when Duke enters this state is he truly the France's King of Destruction!

The kind and honest fat man instantly transformed into a terrifying beast!

"Bring it on!"

At this moment, Duke appeared to have grown larger.

He looked like a giant, holding a tiny racket in his palm like a toy.

"Duke! Don't die!"

Seeing Duke unleash his perfect "clothes-bursting" mode, Byōdōin naturally wouldn't hold back!

His left hand gripped the tennis ball tightly, and a dazzling golden light instantly flashed in his palm!

Even under the bright sunlight, its dazzling brilliance cannot be concealed!

"This is it!!!"

"Phew... good!"

Looking at the imposing figure opposite him, exuding an aura of dominance, and the terrifying power emanating from his palm, Duke felt completely at ease, his expression becoming extremely serious.

Boom!

A terrifying shockwave once again rippled across the field.

The oppressive aura hidden beneath the golden light sent shivers down the spines of many spectators in the front rows!

Facing Byōdōin's Shining Shot, if one's strength doesn't reach a certain level, the sheer force of that single shot is enough to overwhelm them!

Shining Shot - Destruction!

Many people will Shining Shot in the future, but only the one hit by Byōdōin will bring destruction!

Boom!

Boom!

Like a sun, the tennis ball roared towards Duke with destructive power!

"Aaaaaah!"

Duke gripped the racket with both hands, his enormous hands completely obscuring the handle.

In the blink of an eye, the powerful impact caused the area behind Duke to sink slightly.

A cloud of dust rose from the ground, engulfing Duke's body!

Click! Click!

Duke's racket trembled incessantly, a testament to his struggle against the destruction of Duke- in Byōdōin.

"Duck! Home run!"

Duke roared, and a golden beam of light shot out from the smoke and dust!

The Shining Shot - Destruction, but Duke hit it back, and with a destructive beam of death!

"Good timing!"

Byōdōin, at this moment, also reverted to his domineering nature, neither dodging nor avoiding.

The moment the tennis ball bounced up to him, Byōdōin suddenly exerted force in his arm, and a flash of blood red seemed to appear in his eyes!

"Bull Rush!"

In terms of the power of a skillful return shot alone, this is Byōdōin's strongest move to date, and it is also the prototype of the future Spanish Bullfight.

A perfect fusion of mental strength and physical skill.

A burly, frenzied bull phantom, its eyes bloodshot, locked onto Duke with bloodthirsty killing intent!

Snap!

Those in the front row seemed to hear the sound of a bull's tail snapping through the air as the bull charged wildly, sweeping away everything in its path.

"Hahaha! Amazing!"

"I'm going to continue! Byōdōin!"

Duke roared, and his already thick arms swelled even more.

"Duck! The Duke's Homerun!"

Duke's hands bulged with muscles, and he swung his racket horizontally like a baseball bat.

An ordinary person would probably be sent flying by this blow.

But who is he fighting now?

This is Byōdōin Hōō has completely forgotten about her injuries!

Byōdōin holds the racket with one hand, her legs displaying a perfect explosive beauty.

Behind them, a skeleton dressed as a pirate captain suddenly appeared.

His empty eyes were quite terrifying, and in his right hand was a noble longsword. As he swung the sword, a blinding golden light burst forth once again!

"Destroy!"

Hidden in the dazzling light, the Skull Pirate Captain also flew towards him with both feet off the ground. By the time Duke noticed him, the other party had already swung his sword to stab him.

"Ah..."

Blood splattered everywhere; even though he dodged the fatal blow, Duke was still stabbed by the longsword...

The racket tore apart and flew out of his hand, and Duke was kneeling, panting heavily.

"Game score: Japan Team, 6-4."

"We won! The boss won the first game!"

Seeing Byōdōin win, Byōdōin's group finally Matsushita a sigh of relief.

Tōno Atsukyō exclaimed in delight.

However, Muneyoshi, Irie, Tanegashima, and Oni did not look optimistic.

Muneyoshi, whose eyes were fixed on Byōdōin's back, noticed that traces of red blood could no longer be concealed by the gauze.

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