Whoosh...
Once again, he tossed the tennis ball high into the air, then QP's dark figure moved like a ghost.
Many people couldn't see how he moved.
Only a few could make out, vaguely, that after he leaped into the air, the air currents surged around his swinging arm as he brought his racket down hard on the ball.
Boom!
With a single swing, white light filled Muneyoshi's entire field of vision.
Ten ball images appeared on the court, but after they flew over the net, they intertwined and merged into a vast web.
Like a meteor shower, the beams of light fell at random across Muneyoshi's half of the court.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Seeing this, Muneyoshi unleashed his powerful mental energy. But as soon as it neared the tennis balls, another will repelled it.
He knew he would probably have to wait until the balls landed before he could react.
So Muneyoshi kept retreating until he was two steps behind the baseline.
But the balls didn't bounce backward as he had expected. In the blink of an eye, they hit the ground and shot rapidly in different directions.
Even though he had prepared for this, Muneyoshi couldn't tell them apart in time.
He had no choice but to adjust his strategy again, pushing his footwork to the limit as he tried to return every ball.
After all, Multi-ball Play was one of his specialties too.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Muneyoshi raised his game, his footwork noticeably faster as he raced back and forth across the court.
Pale moonlight spread around him as his racket flashed three or four times in quick succession.
But he was out of luck—all of his swings missed.
Thud!
QP scored directly with his serve.
"Point to the Germany Team. The score is 30–0."
After the serve,