A Brand-New Form Takes the First Set

The service-receive area at the front of the court.

Sefried held his racket in one hand and grinned at Fuji across the net, making no effort to hide his malice.

"Hey, Japan!"

"I hope you won't hate playing tennis after this match. Because of a certain someone, I really hate your Japan Team."

His voice was icy. Though he had directed those words at Fuji, his eyes had drifted toward Tezuka in his own team's area.

Fuji's brows furrowed at that. A cold glint flashed in his blue eyes.

"Looks like Tezuka hasn't been having a good time in Germany!"

Sefried had noticed the chill in Fuji's eyes, of course, but it didn't bother him.

He had absolute faith in the strength of their powerhouse, Germany. The arrogance and prejudice peculiar to Westerners were on full display in Sefried.

Bang!

Just as Sefried was about to mentally attack Fuji with more words, Bismarck's serve appeared in front of Duke Watanabe in an instant.

"What a fast serve!"

"I can't even see it!"

Several middle school players in the Japan Team's rest area exclaimed.

The players on Germany's national team were a cut above the opponents they had faced before.

A serve like that might have posed a threat to the others.

But Duke was receiving it. The King of Destruction from France had lain low for a long time, and now he was finally ready to reveal his edge—and his terrifying power.

"Heh."

"Duke Home Run!"

A terrifying roar swept across the venue. Duke's Home Run instantly drowned out all the noise, and the spectators in the front rows even covered their ears on instinct.

What's more, Duke had aimed that shot directly at Sefried, who had been chattering away near the front of the court.

The heavy shot slammed