Fantasy Castle's Absolute Defense

Though Tōno was ruthless, he wasn't stupid.

His opponents' intentions were obvious. He wasn't so thickheaded that he'd take a hit with his own body.

He took a small step forward, smoothly lowering his center of gravity and moving his knee out of the way.

He flicked his racket up from below.

Thwack!

Tōno wasn't particularly strong. He tried to use his technique to slice the ball back.

But the two Serbians had been preparing for this for a long time. This ball wouldn't be so easy to deal with.

Screeeech!

Victor's immense strength made the ball grind and twist violently against Tōno's racket strings.

The malicious attack enraged Tōno completely.

But he had been caught off guard. If he wanted revenge, he'd have to fend off this barrage first.

"You bastards still want to target me? You really are asking to die... Take this!"

"Execution Method, Eleventh Form: Iron Maiden."

Tōno gritted his teeth. Everyone in the locker room could see the veins bulging on his neck.

He forced his knee to twist, pain flashing across his face. But the ball leaped away toward the other side of the court.

"No wonder he beat Greece's executioner. Too bad Serbia's style is to keep attacking once we've found a weakness!"

Marui Bunta had just started celebrating Tōno's successful return when, the very next second—

Jankovic Victor leaped even higher, braced his full strength against the racket handle, and sent the ball sweeping toward Tōno Atsukyō once more.

A horrific sight unfolded before him.

"Ah!"

After being targeted again and again, Tōno still couldn't escape his Fate. His knee, which had only just recovered, began to hurt again.

But the two Serbians didn't wait for Tōno.

Seeing their strategy work, they attacked him even more viciously.

They sent balls of every