Similar Events Happening at the Same Time (Part 2)
Meanwhile, Muneyoshi was entangled with Clijsters.
The area where the Rikkai Dai people were originally located has also become a battleground.
The Rikkai Dai students, who had been ordered by Tokugawa to step aside, all covered their mouths and foreheads with their hands.
But their eyes were fixed on the two people who were fighting directly on the green path.
Yukimura and Sanada, in particular, had very excited expressions in their eyes at that moment.
They originally thought that this skill was unique to Saeki Muneyoshi, but they didn't expect to see it in another person as well.
Combined with this oppressive force that far exceeded their expectations.
Doesn't that mean this is a sign of entering another realm?
Their tennis perspective, which had already been partially opened by Muneyoshi, was now being completely opened up.
Bang!
Amidst the thick dust and debris, a dark gray tennis racket deftly intercepted a tennis ball aimed at a tall man.
A hazy, iridescent halo enveloped the tennis ball, which spun violently, kicking up a lot of gravel and dust, but the tall man did not back down an inch.
With each swing of his racket, small pebbles were knocked away, and dust rose continuously.
But the tennis ball, which was wrapped in his racket, changed at that moment!
"Since you guys are so reckless, then don't blame me!"
A cool, clear voice came from the tall man, who then made a fist with his right hand.
A dazzling golden light, carrying an aura of terror, emanated from his loosely clenched palm. With a flick of his left arm, the ordinary-looking black-gray racket swiftly struck the tennis ball.
In an instant!
The golden light, which made the ground tremble, swallowed the dazzling halo of light on the tennis ball.
Seeing this familiar scene and feeling the tremors even in the soles of their feet, Rikkai Dai felt a chill run down their spines, instantly recalling unpleasant memories.
"A glowing technique?"
Akaya Kirihara Akaya exclaimed in surprise, staring intently at the tennis ball on the court.
"Although the will and spirit it embodies are different, this is indeed the move that Saeki Muneyoshi used in the Kanto Tournament!"
Without needing to be reminded, Yukimura, as the first person to experience Muneyoshi Shining Shot, has a lot to say about it.
"Isn't this a unique skill of Saeki Muneyoshi? Can others learn it too?"
With his hat brim pulled down, Sanada didn't need to use his hands to shield himself from the sand above, but his eyes were still filled with astonishment.
As someone who targeted Saeki Muneyoshi, how could he not recognize such a familiar tactic?
"This senior's aura and that guy's aura completely surpass ours, and it's very similar to Saeki Muneyoshi's."
"Is this the level that Saeki Muneyoshi has reached now?"
"Who is this senior? Why is he helping us?"
The Rikkai Dai students huddled together, constantly exchanging information.
However, as they talked, their confusion grew. At this moment, Yukimura stopped the others from having wild thoughts and focused his gaze on the back of the figure blocking their way.
"Genichiro, no matter who this senior is, he helped us, and we can also ask him how to execute this move!"
Upon hearing Yukimura's idea, Sanada, though also interested, frowned.
"Yukimura, these kinds of methods are usually kept secret, right? Isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to ask so abruptly..."
Such an impolite request for advice could easily provoke others' displeasure, but having just experienced defeat, Yukimura's desire to improve his strength was deeply ingrained.
Now that he saw hope, how could he give up so easily?
As for why he didn't ask Saeki Muneyoshi himself?
They at Rikkai Dai still have some pride; even when defeated, they shamelessly ask their opponents for advice. They can't even do that.
After all, joining the opponent after losing is not something most people can do.
However, when facing others, they are still able to set aside their pride and humbly ask for advice.
"Genichiro, give it a try. Do you really want to keep losing to Fudomine?"
"Alright, we'll wait here for you to finish!"
Given Yukimura and Sanada's perspective, although they may not know what level they are at, it is not difficult to discern who has the upper hand.
On the other side...
Reinhardt paused as he walked across the ball field, his gaze subtly sweeping behind him. He felt a powerful will locking onto him.
"Chief, why did you stop...?"
Hopkins and Dudu Obondo were somewhat curious when they saw Reinhardt stop.
"You guys go first, an opponent has followed us."
Upon hearing this, Alan Hopkins, whose hairstyle was remarkably similar to Tokugawa's, paused for a moment before responding, "OK, Chief, then be careful, Dudu and I will be waiting for you up ahead."
Having arrived in Japan ahead of time, they anticipated encountering members of the Japan U17 group and had prepared contingency plans for how to deal with them.
For Ralph Reinhardt, there is no one in Japan to fear these days.
Both of them knew the captain's abilities, so they gave him ample space.
After seeing his teammates leave, Reinhardt's gaze fell on a figure with arms crossed near the corner fence.
"Oni Jūjirō of the Japan Team?"
Upon seeing the easily recognizable, tall, red-haired man, Reinhardt called out his name.
"I never expected that America's captain, Ralph Reinhardt, would know me."
Oni Jūjirō, racket in hand, strode toward Reinhardt.
"The real No. 2 of the Japan Team, you're not some nobody like the others, of course we know that!"
Reinhardt kept his eyes fixed on Oni Jūjirō's movements, watching him get closer and closer until he stood right in front of him.
A powerful aura, as imposing as a mountain, began to assault Reinhardt.
"Oni Jūjirō, what do you want to do?"
Noticing the demon's movements, Reinhardt no longer concealed his aura, and his hidden, powerful mental will broke free, pressing down on the Oni Jūjirō.
"Hmph, you want to mess with us Japan middle school students? Then try your hand at tennis."
The ghost had very sharp eyes, and he was always decisive and efficient.
"Good!"
Reinhardt understood Oni Jūjirō's idea. Coincidentally, he also wanted to see Japan tennis, so he took a racket out of his bag and walked towards the nearby court.
Pushing open the gate, the two men immediately began fighting.
Fortunately, their location was relatively remote, and the match had already ended, with everyone leaving.
Otherwise, such a commotion would attract countless onlookers.
Thump thump thump thump thump!
Muneyoshi had no difficulty dealing with Clijsters' seven-ball shot.
Clijsters, on the other hand, realized that relying solely on seven-balls posed no threat to Muneyoshi and began to gradually abandon this approach.
All the power was concentrated on a single tennis ball.
The other tennis balls, without his return, all slammed heavily onto the ground and into the surrounding trees and bushes.
This made the area behind him very messy.
"Hahaha, is this the genius of Japan? Let me send you to meet Satan! Ah!!!"
After realizing that he couldn't defeat Muneyoshi with that kind of power, Clijsters finally went into his "clothes-tearing" state.
"Bull Horn Smash!"
With a deafening roar, fueled by all his strength, the tennis ball transformed into an enraged bull charging towards Muneyoshi.
Seeing this, Muneyoshi didn't try to dodge. The eerie light around him intensified, and he swung his racket at the tennis ball.
Two powerful auras collided, and a surging wave of energy rose up in front of the people of Fudomine.
"Hmph! Power Force, clothes ripped off?"
Muneyoshi snorted softly, his gaze sweeping over the trembling tennis ball on the net. He then engaged his arm muscles and forcefully pressed his wrist forward.
Call out!
A sharp golden light flew out from Muneyoshi's hand, heading straight for Clijsters, and a terrifying mental suppression enveloped the opponent.
Clijsters' pupils contracted sharply. Relying on his still relatively clear mind, he hurriedly turned his head to dodge the attack, the fierce wind rushing past his ears.
With a loud thud, the tennis ball slammed into the ground behind them, creating a clear dent.
A bead of cold sweat slid down Clijsters' temple, but before he could even come to his senses, Muneyoshi's chilling and murderous voice rang in his ears.
"You actually hid? If that's all you've got, then you can stay here!"
The simultaneous occurrence of these events was not a coincidence; not only Fudomine and Rikkai Dai, but also Seigaku, Seigaku, Hyotei Academy Junior High, Shitenhoji Higa Junior High people there.
However, they were all blocked by the Japan themselves.
However, unlike other places that have outside help, Muneyoshi's Fudomine can only rely on himself.
Muneyoshi had no objection to this; it was a free toy, so he wouldn't mind if he broke it.
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