Medrano's Secret

If you said something like that under normal circumstances, the other person would probably tell you to shut up.

They might even say your life was going badly, or that you didn't know anything about tennis.

But when it really happened, right in front of everyone—

Everyone was stunned.

Muneyoshi didn't give them time to react or discuss it. He sent out his second serve.

Since this was doubles, Muneyoshi faced a different receiver with each serve. The trick that had worked against Polk—

Was an instant kill against Frankensteiner. A powerful force of will directly restrained Frankensteiner's mind. It was an effect brought on by Muneyoshi's Different Dimension.

Thud!

The same result again. Frankensteiner couldn't react at all before Muneyoshi won the point.

30–0.

"Whoa! That was amazing! He aced the reigning champions, Germany!"

"Japan! Japan! Take down Polk! Bring Germany down!"

The consecutive aces sent the Japanese fans in the stands into a frenzy.

After all, Germany had dominated for so many years, and plenty of people were fed up with them.

Bang!

Muneyoshi served again. This time, Polk was back to receive.

But even though Polk had already adapted once, he still couldn't get to the ball. His reaction, however, was fast enough.

The moment Polk regained control of his body, the tennis ball had just sailed past the baseline.

If he'd been even a fraction slower, he would definitely have returned it.

Muneyoshi noticed that too, and felt a wave of pressure.

He'd barely used this technique outside the World Tournament two years ago. Even when he had, he'd never used it at full strength.

Yet now, faced with Polk going all out, he'd adapted after only two serves.

If this were a singles match, wouldn't he fail to make it past the first set?

Fortunately,