The Vortex Baptism

"Germany scores, 30–15."

Polk unleashed Vortex Baptism, easily winning Germany a point.

"Muneyoshi, watch out for his serve!"

Struggling to his feet, Tokugawa saw how loose his racket had become and felt that immense pressure once again.

As Tokugawa went to change rackets, Muneyoshi fixed his gaze on Polk.

Muneyoshi knew that even he would struggle if he tried to return that shot head-on.

But he wasn't without a way to deal with Polk.

Thwack!

Polk swung his racket hard once more. A dull impact rang out, and the tennis ball vanished from beside him.

The spectators hadn't even seen the ball before a crater had already formed in the ground in front of Muneyoshi.

Boom!

The ground trembled. The hard court cracked in an instant, and the dust was swept away.

"What? That wasn't Vortex Baptism this time?"

Muneyoshi, who was receiving the shot, tensed. He felt no relief that Polk had held back.

That was because it had completely invalidated the countermeasure he'd been planning.

Worse still, it showed that he couldn't begin to guess what a professional player was thinking.

As far as Polk was concerned, he could use Vortex Baptism whenever he wanted, against whomever he wanted.

His job was to win easy points by using the simplest means possible.

Muneyoshi had plenty of match experience, though. Despite his shock, he kept his composure.

If Polk wasn't going to use it, then Muneyoshi would force him to.

Only by testing him early could he learn what Polk was capable of.

Once a secret technique was revealed, it was no longer a secret.

The tennis ball shot up, leaving a blur in its wake.

Muneyoshi was fast, too. His feet moved in quick steps.

Whoosh!

He appeared right beside the ball.

His silver-white hair glimmered in the