The Siamese Captain

"Now, let's begin the singles match between the Japan team and the Siam team!"

"Japan Team's Saeki Muneyoshi vs. Siam's Paradon Gowabitud."

"Please bring your players to the stage!"

Siam's star player, Paradon Gowabitud, calmly left the players' bench with his racket, while his opponent, Saeki Muneyoshi, also walked onto the court with a serious expression.

The consecutive doubles losses have made the Siam team's chances of winning slim; otherwise, Prathong, who was originally the Singles 1 player, would not have been forced to replace the original player.

His appearance was to salvage the Siam team's momentum and save face.

As he watched the young and innocent-looking Saeki Muneyoshi walk to the other side, Paradon finally found an outlet for his anger.

At this moment, a ferocious smile appeared on his lips, and his dark brown face was filled with murderous intent.

"The young captain of the Japan Team, the future pillar of Japan... Heh heh, let me test your strength. Siam's counterattack starts with me. Prepare to bear the wrath."

"Senior Irie, what are your thoughts on this duel between the captains?"

After two consecutive rounds of qualifying matches, Tokugawa's demeanor had become even colder and sharper. Looking at Muneyoshi's back, he asked Irie beside him.

"Tokugawa -kun, didn't you already see the match against the South Korea captain? Saeki -kun... he's very strong!"

Irie smiled as she answered Tokugawa Kazuya's question, her words seemingly bringing him back to the scene of Muneyoshi's match.

"Hmm... If even Muneyoshi can't handle him, then the rest of us have no chance."

Thinking of the terrifying strength that Muneyoshi had displayed, Tokugawa felt a tremor in his heart. He had never imagined that the boy who was about the same age as him back then had now completely surpassed him.

"If I can catch up with Muneyoshi, then I should be able to get closer to Byōdōin and gain the strength to defeat him."

Tokugawa Kazuya's goal became even more resolute, and he would not miss a single moment of the match that Saeki Muneyoshi was about to begin.

After returning from the back mountain, Tokugawa was protected by Oni Jūjirō during the battle with South Korea, but it also made him truly feel the cruelty of the world.

At the same time, he also witnessed the strength of Irie, Tanegashima, Muneyoshi, and others, and at this moment he was constantly absorbing experience from various competitions.

Mifune Nyudo's relentless training of him was like turning him into a piece of pure iron without any impurities, which also enabled him to steadily improve his use of every bit of strength.

Furthermore, significant progress has been made in mental strength; all that remains is to wait for the right opportunity to begin the transformation.

Knowing Tokugawa Kazuya Muneyoshi would achieve in the future, Munehiko was also well aware of Tokugawa's immense potential.

Moreover, even if he wasn't aware of it beforehand, the fact that Tokugawa's aura grew stronger every day during this period of contact was a testament to his progress!

Looking at Saeki Muneyoshi across from him, Paradon Govabitud immediately launched into a long string of gibberish.

Unfortunately, Muneyoshi couldn't understand the other person's language.

Seeing Saeki Muneyoshi's silent, expressionless face, Paradon Govabitud also felt awkward.

Because of the language barrier, the two were not in the mood to talk. After the referee stepped forward to complete the coin toss and determine the right to serve, Muneyoshi retreated to the baseline to prepare to receive the serve.

He has always had bad luck and rarely gets the starting position.

Snap... Snap...

Paradon Gowabitud gently tapped the tennis ball a few times, found the right feel for it, and then suddenly grabbed the ball.

"Drink!"

He threw the ball, and then his dark, thin body leaped high into the air. As his sleeves fluttered, his bulging muscles were faintly visible, glistening in the sunlight.

With a swing of his arm, the racket slammed into the tennis ball at its highest point.

A muffled thud.

The tennis ball had already bounced up in Muneyoshi's half of the court and was flying quickly toward the edge of the court.

The speed of the Siam player's serve was so fast that many people in the Japan rest area didn't even have time to react.

"Wow... so fast."

"Is this the strength of the opposing team's captain? I didn't even see the speed of his serve."

"This is probably even faster than Tokugawa's Illusory Colors serve."

Hirazeni, Fuwa the Iron Man, Nakagawa Naidō, and several others sighed in admiration.

"Not bad speed, but I've already seen even stronger Mach serve at that speed."

Boom!

Such a fast serve was no challenge for Saeki Muneyoshi. The instant the tennis ball flew out, he suddenly darted to the right, flipped his jacket, stepped back with his right foot, and pushed horizontally with his right hand, a loud bang rang out from beside his hand.

The sound of the ball hitting the shuttlecock carried far.

Just by listening to the sound, you could tell that the ball had tremendous power.

Moreover, the speed of Muneyoshi's serve was astonishing, not much slower than the speed of the Siam captain's serve.

Moreover, there are no fancy techniques involved; it's just a simple flat smash.

Muneyoshi has faced many commanders, and he dares not underestimate any of them, since no one knows what secret tricks they might have.

Therefore, he didn't want to reveal himself too quickly before the opponent's commander made a move.

Paradon Gowabitud's expression hardened. In fact, he had already done a detailed investigation when the information about Muneyoshi and the others reached him.

He was also very familiar with Muneyoshi's general strength and tennis style, and he had also taken a look at Saeki Muneyoshi's physique before he went on the court.

Although he was considered fit among his peers, he wasn't particularly burly or muscular, so he was actually skeptical of the claims about his strength in the data.

After all, strength is directly proportional to physical strength; if the body is not strong enough, no matter how much strength one has, it won't be that great.

However, he did not expect that Muneyoshi's strength was completely inconsistent with his outward appearance.

Sensing the powerful force emanating from the tennis ball, Paradon felt a chill run down his spine and instantly devised a countermeasure.

He took a small step back, his eyes fixed on the incoming tennis ball. He didn't plan to return it with a volley, but instead waited for the ball to land and lose some of its power through contact with the ground before striking back.

Paradon is not a power-type fighter, nor has he embarked on the path of Power Force. This method of neutralizing some of his power is his usual way of dealing with such fighters.

At the moment the tennis ball bounced, Paradon Gowabitud used a flick of his wrist to deflect some of the force before unleashing a backhand smash!

A backhand slice shot pushed the tennis ball back into Saeki Muneyoshi's court, but by then Muneyoshi had already sprinted to the net.

Upon reaching the net, he leaped high into the air, his entire body radiating a purplish-black aura. He had completely absorbed Oni Jūjirō's techniques and was using them perfectly.

"Jack Knife!!"

Holding the racket in both hands, a dark purple beam of light flew past Paradon Gowabitud and crashed heavily to the ground.

Boom!

It was the same spot as the serve, and this time, even on a hard court, it was instantly blasted into a dent!

Thud... smack~

The tennis ball bounced up, and the powerful force instantly knocked the racket away.

Paradon Gowabitud rubbed his wrist, glanced at the collapsed ground beneath his feet and the loosened racket strings, and his expression became somewhat grave.

This kid who made a name for himself on the World Tournament is a real monster when it comes to strength!

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