Although he was smiling, everyone around the court could feel an oppressive chill.
Medrano's smile faded, and he gripped the tennis ball tightly in his palm.
"As I thought, there was a reason you managed to beat Polk back then!"
Japan Team had dared to put a middle schooler in charge on the stage of the finals and have him face Medrano. Now it seemed they had been confident in their decision.
Thinking about how he had fallen into a state where his five senses were stripped away simply because his opponent had returned his own move, Medrano felt a surge of anger.
This time, he made little effort to conceal the malice and savagery in his eyes.
Medrano studied every joint in Muneyoshi's body, committing them all to memory, then served.
Bang!
Many people only saw Medrano's figure blur before a crisp sound rang out from his side of the court.
From tossing the ball to serving, Medrano had taken only the briefest moment. At last, he had brought out his full strength.
"Heh! Now you're trying to make up for it after taking a hit."
Muneyoshi wore a mocking smile, but the fighting spirit in his eyes had already kindled a fire within him.
Remembering that Medrano was a huge Goethe fan, Muneyoshi said calmly,
"Those who have never suffered through the night aren't fit to speak of life. Now you are. You should thank me, Medrano!"
Pale moonlight shimmered. With a single step, Muneyoshi appeared where the ball was about to land.
"Light Darkness Absolute Slash!"
Muneyoshi swung his racket with fierce resolve. Behind him, moonlight and black-gold hues whirled across the sky.
A sword slid from its sheath with a crisp ring. A chilling air of slaughter filled the court, and the surroundings plunged into utter