Destruction Demon God, Injuries Erupt

Bang!

Bang!

After a short break, the second set began, and the two players immediately engaged in a high-intensity rally at the bottom corner.

Their formidable fundamental skills were on full display, each strike a masterful combination of power and technique.

Saeki Muneyoshi, watching from the sidelines, was deeply moved.

Duke may seem like a power player, but he has no weaknesses in other areas as well.

In terms of speed, skill, stamina, and mental fortitude, he is among the best of his peers.

"The elite education of the BIG4 teams is indeed not to be underestimated!"

In the midst of this ongoing tug-of-war, many people realized that Duke was fundamentally on par with Byōdōin.

Such strength reminded Muneyoshi of Tokugawa Kazuya!

He is also a representative of five-dimensional balance.

Moreover, it is more balanced and thorough than Duke, undoubtedly a genius cultivated through extremely comprehensive science and advanced training methods.

Mifune Nyudo retreated to the background and hid in the mountains.

The reason for entrusting a great deal of power to Kurobe and Saitō is precisely because Japan now needs this kind of scientific training method.

While his rigorous training can better stimulate the potential of each talented individual, the process of transforming this potential into actual strength also requires scientific methods.

Moreover, compared to his highly selective training methods, scientific training is clearly more suitable for the vast majority of ordinary people.

"It seems we can't abandon the training methods we obtained from Medrano..."

Just as Muneyoshi was pondering...

The two players exchanged blows for dozens of rounds, with the score fluctuating back and forth, remaining extremely close throughout.

However, the mood of the Japan people became increasingly gloomy. During the continuous battles between Byōdōin and Duke, the bandage on his back tore open again.

Blood had stained his back red, and bloodstains were dripping from the bottom of his clothes.

Byōdōin was well aware of this situation. He endured the pain, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and made the first move.

If this drags on any longer, he probably won't be able to hold on!

Step... step...

"Scattered... Pirate's Gunfire!"

Byōdōin seized an opportunity when Duke hit a shot from midcourt, enduring the pain, quickly closing in, approaching the net, and catching up with the tennis ball.

Byōdōin gave a soft chuckle, his wrist flicking rapidly, and the tennis ball bounced up before powerfully slicing Duke's smash back.

The tennis ball was extremely fast, falling directly towards the ground.

Bang!

A golden light exploded in Duke's backcourt, and the moment the tennis ball hit the ground, it shattered into ten different ball shadows that scattered in all directions.

"Byōdōin has evolved again!"

Seeing Byōdōin covered in blood, Oni Jūjirō almost thought the match was lost, but unexpectedly, at this critical moment, Byōdōin evolved again.

Oni Jūjirō's arms, which were crossed over his chest, trembled slightly. Upon hearing his words, everyone's gaze turned to Byōdōin.

"What a brilliant technique!"

Meanwhile, at the front of the France Team, Camus, who had been watching the changes on the field intently, also had a burning gaze. Even with his keen eyesight, he hadn't been able to distinguish which one was the real one just now.

Bang!

The tennis game unfolded in ways Duke had anticipated, and a careless move allowed Byōdōin to seize a crucial point.

"Game, Japan Team, 3-3."

In the following matches, Byōdōin unleashed a barrage of attacks, holding nothing back, employing a variety of world-class techniques, and the prototypes of many other world-class moves kept emerging in his mind.

In times of crisis, the spirit of Byōdōin was exceptionally refined.

But Duke Watanabe was not someone to be easily defeated, and neither of them was willing to concede a single point.

Bang!

"Game score: Japan Team 4-3."

Boom!

Game 1, France Team, 4-4.

Bang!

"Game, France Team, 5-5."

They fought fiercely, engaging in a relentless battle, with each brilliant offensive move leaving the audience thoroughly entertained.

Even as her injuries worsened, Byōdōin did not give up.

This perseverance, spirit, and talent are truly admirable.

At this moment, even the third-year students who were indifferent to Byōdōin began to admire him.

Muneyoshi had forgotten his worries about Munehiko's injuries. Byōdōin had already forgotten about his own injuries, so all he needed to do was cheer him on.

And...

"This level of quality..."

"Is this what I'm missing? If I put myself in that shoes, I'd probably be trembling with excitement!"

Muneyoshi stared intently at the scene, thrilled by the battle between the two, and at the same time began to discover the parts of himself that were missing!

Even now, Muneyoshi lacks a sense of honor and responsibility.

This is because he didn't have a single, unwavering goal to achieve victory.

This is also because he lacks experience in formal competitions.

But at this moment, seeing Byōdōin fighting desperately for victory, he also felt the heavy responsibility and honor emanating from him.

The reason Byōdōin is now so selfless is precisely to honor the hard-won achievements of Muneyoshi and others.

Muneyoshi's seemingly joking remark, handing the fate of the match to him, was probably the greatest honor in Byōdōin's eyes!

"Byōdōin- senpai, you absolutely cannot lose!!!"

Muneyoshi looked at Byōdōin's slightly unsteady but still upright back and was deeply moved by his spirit, cheering him on in his heart.

Inside the stadium!

Duke let out a deafening roar!

"Duke! The Duke's Homerun!"

The air itself seemed to have been blasted apart!

Tear!

A golden beam of light pierced through the entire arena, and the air was thick with tension.

Duke's shot shattered Byōdōin's world-class basketball skills, reducing them to ashes.

Boom!

"Game, France Team, 6-6."

"Entering Tiebreak."

Duke went all out in this game. Inspired by the spirit of Byōdōin, he became completely unconcerned about getting injured and finally snatched the crucial game from Byōdōin's grasp.

"Huff... huff..."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Duke Watanabe, who had just won the crucial game, was panting heavily, his body drenched in sweat!

However, his mind was extremely active at this moment. Stimulated by the Asura Path of Byōdōin, Duke also felt himself undergoing a transformation just now.

It's hard to explain.

The aches and pains caused by his overworked body couldn't stop his mental power from evolving.

As he fully immersed himself in the experience, Duke Watanabe could clearly feel his muscles tearing multiple times, but his mental strength was rapidly increasing.

Crackling sounds... Pat-pat-pat-pat.

A series of popping sounds emanated from his entire body, some of the capillaries in Duke's skin ruptured, and his whole body turned bright red.

But the aura he exuded grew increasingly terrifying.

"Byōdōin, it's over!!!"

In the stands, seeing Duke and Byōdōin in such a pitiful state, Chloe clenched her hands tightly, anxiously watching the scene, silently praying for both of them.

Even though Byodoin was at his Byōdōin, a slight smile appeared on his lips. His team, the Japan Team, would finally not fail because of him!

We absolutely must win this tiebreaker!

"Destroy!"

Once again, this long-dormant technique was finally displayed by Byōdōin. Brilliant golden light burst forth from his palm as he forcefully swung his racket!

The immense impact produced a deafening roar, and the tennis ball, now a Light Ball, shot out like a sun.

A gust of wind swept across the entire stadium, Byōdōin's jacket, already scabbed over, was whipped about by the fierce wind.

Boom!

Boom!

The Light Ball kept shooting across the two players' halves of the field.

The light from the Shining Shot's strike became increasingly dazzling, and everyone held their breath, fearing that the ball would hit them.

"Ahhh, Byōdōin, thank you for letting me take another step forward! Destruction Demon God, come forth!!!"

The Shining Shot flew back again, tearing through the dust, and Duke's deep voice suddenly rang out on the court.

Suddenly, a terrifying sense of impending doom descended upon him, and Muneyoshi felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

Hidden in the shadows, a huge, terrifying bald figure suddenly appeared behind Duke Watanabe. His entire body was pitch black, his face was painted with strange patterns, and he wore a necklace of teeth around his neck.

Under pressure from Byōdōin, Duke Watanabe overcame his inner demons and entered the Asura Path!

"Hahaha, Duke Watanabe, you actually did it!!"

"Destroy, Duke Watanabe!"

Byōdōin held the racket in one hand, his forehead covered in cold sweat, yet he still stood ramrod straight, his legs displaying a perfect, explosive beauty.

Behind him, a skeletal figure dressed as a pirate captain suddenly appeared.

This time, the phantom was more solid, with a noble longsword in its right hand. As it swung the sword, dazzling golden light burst forth once more!

He pulled out a musket with his left hand, the Gun Bullet fired, and a blinding flash flew towards Duke.

Hidden in the dazzling light, the Skull Pirate Captain once again leaped into the air and flew towards Duke.

However, this time, the terrifying Destruction Demon God behind Duke also moved with his movements.

"Destroy!!"

Bang!

A terrifying black and red aura enveloped the speeding tennis ball, instantly shattering the destructive aura of the Shining Shot and imbuing it with a chilling destructive power.

"This is..."

A chilling aura emanated from the tennis ball; the speed of that home run was simply too fast.

Boom!

Byōdōin managed to block the tennis ball with his racket, and the skeleton behind him also helped to block it, but the moment the skeleton touched the tennis ball, its entire arm turned into nothingness.

Then, a tremendous force came from Byōdōin's wrist, pushing him backward.

"Clatter!"

Byōdōin's body was thrown over and slammed heavily onto the ground.

The tennis ball continued its powerful thud, crashing against the wall with a deafening thud that seemed to shake the entire stadium, startling the spectators.

The audience then erupted in even more enthusiastic cheers.

That's how these France Destroyer King should be!

"Hiss..."

Just as Byōdōin was about to get up, he suddenly felt a tearing pain in his back, and his injuries flared up.

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