The Dangers of Tennis (Nine Updates)

"Call..."

Tatum felt his breath catch in his throat, still reeling from the terrifying mental pressure Muneyoshi had just exerted.

The utterly dark world and the purplish-black flames that seemed to explode made him feel as if he were facing Medrano again.

"This kind of oppressive feeling, even those freaks in the U-14 at the club wouldn't be this intense!"

Tatum gritted his teeth, feeling a sense of disbelief. He had only wanted to show some respect to the newcomer.

I didn't expect this Asian kid to be so incredibly strong.

However, as a veteran of the club who had seen many geniuses, he immediately came up with a solution.

He cautiously stared at Saeki Muneyoshi, his legs spread wide, his body slightly lowered, and his hands placed in front of him, gripping the racket tightly.

"Be careful, the enemy isn't a docile sheep, but a ferocious beast!"

He's not stupid, nor is he weak, having managed to stay in the club for so long.

If someone still harbors the idea that Asians are incapable at this point, they would have died countless times already.

"Ha... When it comes to these Europeans and Americans, you really have to rely on strength to be assertive!"

Seeing Tatum instantly change his stance, as if facing a formidable enemy, and assume a defensive posture, Muneyoshi's Dark Markings on his lowered eyelids deepened, and a mocking glint flashed in his brown eyes.

The idea that might makes right is valid everywhere.

This is even more evident in Europe.

However, it would be a big mistake to think that this would be enough to handle the situation.

Bang!

"Tatum, take this!"

The purplish-black flames reappeared on the field; the world of fear and darkness remained as stunning as ever.

"So fast!"

Tatum's eyes narrowed. If the first ball could be attributed to carelessness—he hadn't even seen the tennis ball clearly, only feeling the mental pressure—then Tatum's eyes narrowed.

And now...

Even with focused attention, it still took some getting used to; in the firelight, he could only see a faint afterimage of the tennis ball.

Bang!

Seemingly intentional, the tennis ball went straight through his crotch, leaving a clear mark on the ground.

"Hehe... very good!"

Anger flashed in Tatum's eyes; he knew this was Muneyoshi's slap in the face for his previous provocation and contempt.

30-0!

Muneyoshi didn't care, he just smiled coldly, and then ruthlessly announced the score.

Not fighting back when bullied is not in his nature.

Only more intense retaliation and destruction can align with the growth of the Path of Darkness.

"Hehe... Tatum, let's continue. This time, it's the right side!"

Muneyoshi's voice wasn't loud, just enough for Tatum on the other side to hear.

This fear and panic—the inability to return the ball even after knowing the opponent's trajectory—is the best nourishment for darkness.

Having fully embraced the Path of Darkness, Muneyoshi thoroughly enjoys the feeling of this match.

Previously, because it was in Japan, which was nominally part of China, and the students were all middle school students, we couldn't go too far.

At this moment, he had no more scruples.

Bang!

The sharp crack rang out again, and darkness returned.

"Found it!"

Andrew let out a heavy snort, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and his mental power erupted to resist Muneyoshi's silent mental pressure.

He only felt a sudden release on his shoulder, and the tennis ball, which had seemed to be moving very fast, was instantly caught by him, his arm suddenly swelling as if inflated.

A heavy, explosive aura emanated from his racket.

Then, he took a step forward and appeared directly in front of the point where the tennis ball would land.

"Meteor Stream!"

Boom!

Like a meteor striking the earth, the immense force directly shattered the spiritual energy and irregular spin that Muneyoshi had attached to the tennis ball.

And he retaliated with even greater force.

With a whoosh, the tennis ball hurtled towards Muneyoshi like a Meteor Stream falling from the sky.

Moreover, the attack was aimed directly at Muneyoshi's feet.

A blatant act of revenge!

"It was actually a pure power-based technique that almost touched the Power Force, breaking through the National Level limit barrier."

"Stronger than Ishida Gin's current Wave Shot!"

Muneyoshi's eyes gleamed, and the five-dimensional data of Tatum in his mind kept changing.

The power of this ball, this sheer force, if it were in Japan, would definitely be at the National Level, and in terms of power alone, it would be close to surpassing the national level.

However, Tatum is definitely not a middle school student, so his strength is not due to exceptional talent.

It is the result of years of training.

"Although I have found the starting point for my power breakthrough, I haven't found the right opportunity yet. Should I give it a try now?"

A thought flashed through Muneyoshi's mind, and he felt a little eager to try it out.

During his trip to Shitenhoji, he obtained the catalyst for a power breakthrough from Ishida Gin.

Unfortunately, to this day, no way has been found to utilize this trigger.

Having just arrived in Spain, and with my first opponent being a power player, this presents an opportunity.

Hesitation will only lead to more trouble.

Muneyoshi was a very decisive person, and he made a decision immediately.

The power of the nation's limits could indeed help him utilize the catalyst of power to enhance his abilities.

"Hiss... then let's try a head-on confrontation!"

Muneyoshi took a deep breath, his right arm muscles bulging, and looked at the tennis ball coming straight at him without flinching.

One foot stays in place, while the other slides behind and pushes down forcefully.

"Mental Fluorescent Flame, ignite the spark of power!"

"Ha!"

The racket slammed heavily onto the tennis ball.

The moment the racket in my hand contacts the tennis ball, a terrifying sense of pressure comes from my wrist.

The racket in Muneyoshi's hand creaked under the weight of the extremely heavy tennis ball.

However, the physique he had honed over the years played a stabilizing role at this moment. He only slid back half a step and steadied Muneyoshi racket.

At the same time, using the Sweet Spot Technique at the optimal hitting point, Muneyoshi continuously wiggled his racket to dissipate the force.

As the racket continued to shake, the power of the Meteor Stream gradually weakened, and wisps of purplish-black fire reappeared on the racket.

The once formidable tennis ball was gradually eroded by the flames, and the firelight finally gave the ball back the upper hand.

"Drink it!"

With a soft shout, Saeki Muneyoshi suddenly pulled his hand away.

Bang!

The power contained within the tennis ball was completely replaced, flying diagonally towards Tatum with a massive shadow.

"Asian kid, I admit I underestimated you! But..."

A figure appeared in front of the net at some unknown time. Tatum's eyes hardened, and he slammed his racket down on the tennis ball again.

Boom!

The enormous sphere flew towards Muneyoshi once again.

"It's still far from good enough."

Muneyoshi smiled inwardly. He was indeed inferior in terms of strength, but he had now ignited the spark and found an opportunity for a breakthrough.

He wouldn't easily let go of such an opportunity.

Bang!

He hit the tennis ball back again.

After two consecutive unsuccessful attempts, a flash of anger appeared in the eyes of the white man Tatum, and he growled in a low voice.

Swoosh~

The tennis ball, gleaming with a yellow light, struck Muneyoshi directly at his knee.

Muneyoshi's eyes narrowed. He could tell that the ball carried considerable power and penetrating force. If it hit the knee joint or similar areas directly, the damage would be significant.

"Hmph, is this the danger of world tennis?"

Muneyoshi's face showed deep disdain, but the other party's actions completely enraged him, and his eyes showed unprecedented ruthlessness.

Although the ball precisely struck his right foot as he was about to lift it, and there was a hidden danger lurking on the tennis ball, but...

"An eye for an eye, so you'll have to take this!"

Muneyoshi's icy voice instantly echoed throughout the stadium.

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