A Similar Incident Happening at the Same Time (Part One)

Clijsters was twice as wide as Muneyoshi, his bulging muscles straining against his shirt, and his thick beard added to his ruggedness, making him look like a raging bear.

With such an image and appearance, Muneyoshi didn't need to think much; he could tell at a glance that the opponent must be a power-type fighter.

After all, his arms were almost as thick as his thighs; it would be a shame if someone with that physique didn't become a strength athlete.

Moreover, Europe, especially Northern and Eastern Europe, is where such strongmen are most likely to appear.

The champions of the World's Strongest Man competition are basically monopolized by these countries.

Just as Muneyoshi was deep in thought, Clijsters stood three meters in front of Muneyoshi.

His gaze first swept over Muneyoshi's teammates behind him, showing disdain:

"What? A regular member of the prestigious Japan Team has actually stooped to hanging out with a bunch of low-level, third-rate players?"

"Heh~"

Muneyoshi took half a step forward, tilted his head back, looked at him with amusement, and said calmly:

"How should I proceed? Do I need to consult with you Belgium?"

If you're just here to spout some tough talk, then get lost. Come talk to me during the exchange match, if you can even play then!

Muneyoshi's icy tone was like a steel knife piercing his heart. Although he was selected as a member of the Belgium U17 team, he was one of the lowest-ranked players.

Belgium is ranked eighth in the world and is very strong. Usually, when facing weaker teams, their players at the bottom of the rankings have many opportunities to play.

When it comes to real world competitions, especially against strong teams, there's simply no chance of getting a chance to play.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up coming to Japan with David to select some promising talents.

Clijsters was very dissatisfied with this arrangement and always felt that he was not being given important roles because his talents were not being utilized.

Therefore, he harbors malice towards some players who are considered geniuses, always wanting to destroy these geniuses to satisfy his inner pleasure.

Saeki Muneyoshi, who is known as one of the world's strongest junior high school students, is a true genius.

"If I ruin such a genius, I'll probably be looked up to more in the team!"

Clijsters' gaze toward Muneyoshi shifted from gloom to fervor, and finally settled on greed.

It's as if he used Saeki Muneyoshi as the best foundation for his fame.

He had watched the entire match between Fudomine and Rikkai Dai, and he had also witnessed Muneyoshi's performance.

To be honest, he didn't think these Japan people were that strong, especially Saeki Muneyoshi.

Despite all the hype about how amazing he was, the strength he displayed, even when fully concealed, only made him feel a slight sense of danger.

After all, these teams had recordings of Saeki Muneyoshi's full-fledged skills and techniques during last year's World Tournament.

Considering his age, his strength is indeed impressive, but that's all he is—impressive.

It's worth noting that he wasn't invincible in the World Tournament either, and ultimately lost to Amadeus.

He failed to continue his legendary legacy.

Since Saeki Muneyoshi couldn't defeat Amadeus, he also couldn't defeat Amadeus.

Doesn't this mean that his strength is roughly the same as Saeki Muneyoshi's?

Furthermore, with Saeki Muneyoshi currently hanging out with junior high school students, it's questionable whether he can even maintain his current level of skill, let alone make any progress!

He himself underwent painful training in the training camp, and compared to a year ago, his strength has undergone tremendous changes, and he has mastered the true technique of "clothes ripping".

With the situation shifting, the advantage lies with me!

"You, the Japan genius, how about a match with me? If you lose, your two teammates will come with us to Belgium; if you win, we'll turn around and leave. How about it!"

Clijsters pointed condescendingly, his tone quite impolite, and the promises made in the match were completely unequal.

"Ha, if you lose, it's yours; if you win, you can just leave. There's no such easy way out!"

Muneyoshi raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with darkness, and his tone was full of sarcasm.

When he returned from the expedition, he learned from Mifune Nyudo that some of the groups were being unruly.

But to his surprise, the first one he encountered was Belgium, which came knocking on his door.

Moreover, these two Belgium guys came looking for trouble with no offer whatsoever?

"The minister is right. Who do you think you are? Who would agree to such a ridiculous condition?"

Hearing Muneyoshi's confident words, the members of Fudomine calmed down. Kamio, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but shout loudly.

"Hmph, whether you agree or not is absolutely not up to you. We'll settle this with tennis!"

Upon hearing Muneyoshi and the others refuse, Clijsters was initially delighted, then pretended to be enraged by Kamio's reckless provocation, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

He then pulled out the racket from behind him.

"Clijsters, our mission is to select suitable seeds to take back, not to cause trouble!"

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Belgium's assistant coach, David, tried to stop it.

However, Clijsters gave him no chance at all.

Shut up! Can't you see it?

"This Japan genius won't allow us to take them away. Besides, Japan has produced so many promising talents; if we can't have them, we can't let anyone else have them!"

Clijsters abruptly interrupted David before he could say anything more, grabbing a handful of tennis balls and throwing them into the air.

"What are you trying to do?!"

Seeing that the burly white man in front of him was about to attack without any regard for the consequences, Tachibana Kippei, standing next to Muneyoshi, also had a flash of anger in his eyes and shouted loudly.

"Hmph, you weaklings are really lucky. Let me show you what real world tennis is all about."

Clijsters' large hands gripped the racket so tightly it creaked, and then the muscles in his arm began to bulge, a startling sense of crisis rising in the hearts of the Fudomine members.

"Orange, Keith, get out of the way with them! This guy wants to die, I'll grant him his wish!"

Muneyoshi tossed the tennis bag behind him into Tachibana Kippei's hands, pulled out a racket, and stepped forward, blocking the way for the Fudomine members.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

A series of explosions echoed through the quiet park woods, the powerful shockwaves causing the leaves to tremble.

The tennis balls that were thrown out were like Meteor Stream, hurtling towards Muneyoshi.

"Muneyoshi, watch out!"

Tachibana Kippei, who had been pushed away by Muneyoshi, also pulled out a racket. The Beast Aura emanating from his body contracted and began to turn red, and his eyes also began to glow with bloodlust.

He realized how terrifying this guy was; every shot was like the "full-force" attack he used to face against Muneyoshi. He took out his racket, wanting to help Muneyoshi out.

However, the moment this thought arose in his mind, Muneyoshi had already taken action, his entire body seemingly enveloped in a cloud of black mist.

The moment Muneyoshi raised his arm, a dark mist spread along with his arm, eventually enveloping the racket.

"You've come here to die, so don't blame me!"

Muneyoshi's gaze shifted from anger to indifference, and finally to a complete lack of emotion.

"Heh... You actually wanted to take my tennis ball head-on? Kid, you're asking for it. If you die, you can't blame anyone else!"

Seeing that Muneyoshi wanted to take the hit head-on, a savage gleam of pleasure flashed in Clijsters' eyes.

He seemed to hear the lament of yet another genius falling from grace.

Although the two were not familiar with each other and did not see eye to eye, they had difficulty communicating.

But at that moment, their minds coincidentally Synchronization.

P. S.: "What's tennis? This is real tennis! The comic artist doesn't even move! Please vote with monthly tickets!"