A Smooth Resolution

"It's time. It's time to deliver the final blow."

Inside the sunken stadium, Atobe remained standing in the same spot.

After playing around with him for a while, the man in sunglasses seemed to have gotten bored, so he prepared to put in more effort to finish off Atobe.

"The final blow? Are you still dreaming? You've had your fill of that monkey show, haven't you?"

"What did you say?"

"I said, your tennis is really too vulgar."

Hearing the arrogant words of the man in sunglasses, Atobe, who had remained motionless, scoffed.

Then, with a swing of his racket, he hit one ball and then collided with another.

And so, like dominoes, all the balls came to a stop in a chain reaction.

"Your monkey show is completely unworthy of my sacred tennis city."

Seeing the sunglasses-wearing man across from him with his mouth agape, Atobe pointed his racket at him and continued to mock him.

"Damn it! How about this move?"

The man in sunglasses, who had been mocked, couldn't stand it any longer. So he took out four balls, hit them, and then, as if leaping across walls, he appeared on all around him.

"Hmph! An attack coming from above, let's see how you handle that!"

After saying that, the man in sunglasses ran along the walls on both sides again, hitting the bouncing balls one by one.

"Freeze it for me..."

At this point, Atobe finally couldn't hold back any longer. He placed his left hand on his forehead and then swung his slap.

Atobe used the ultimate technique of his excellent dynamic vision, the Ice World, and in an instant, countless ice spikes appeared with his swing.

"It's dangerous to stay on the wall, kid."

An ice spike pierced the wall where the man in sunglasses was standing; the spot where the ice spike appeared was the man's blind spot.

Atobe smashed a tennis ball at the foot of an icicle, instantly freezing the man in the sunglasses.

Frozen in place, he could no longer stay on the wall and fell straight down.

"Hmph, you haven't even come close to my level."

Looking at the man in sunglasses who had fallen to the ground, Atobe slightly raised his head and looked at him disdainfully.

Thus, the battles at the castle gate, the wine cellar, and the sunken tennis court have all come to an end.

When it came to Tezuka and Shiraishi's side, the strange backhand trajectories of the two players from the Clark Tennis Club still hadn't been figured out.

Bang!

Clark scores, score 5-0

After the tennis ball once again curved through the air and flew into the court, the man in the hat and the man with long hair had already won five games.

"It's that kind of changeball again."

No, Tezuka.

The opponent seemed to be deliberately trying to win the match through direct attacks, but it was actually a complete deception.

"Then leave the rest to me. You just keep an eye on things from the sidelines."

With only one game left in the match, Tezuka decided to stop wasting time.

After giving Shiraishi his instructions, he turned and went to the backstage area.

"Come on, it's your turn to serve. You've already missed your chance."

The long-haired man, now in a favorable position, was brimming with confidence and convinced that victory belonged to them.

At this point, Shiraishi had already left the court and was standing on the sidelines.

"Oh? Looks like some people are already going to play the coward."

"You actually abandoned your teammates? Looks like you guys aren't very united."

Seeing that only Tezuka remained on the court, preparing to serve from the baseline, the two opponents' mockery became even more pronounced.

"Go all out!"

With that, Tezuka tossed the ball up.

He took a shot near the corner, then immediately moved to the center of the field.

The man in the hat reacted hastily, and because it was a doubles match, the ball was hit towards the sideline, which was farther away from Tezuka.

Even so, Tezuka made no move to move and remained standing in place.

"What's wrong? Are you giving up too? You're just standing there without moving."

"Looks like you're not much better than that coward."

The two people opposite him had just finished speaking when Tezuka activated his Tezuka Domain.

A vortex appeared, pulling the tennis ball back to Tezuka's side.

"What!? The ball actually..."

Upon seeing this situation, the man wearing the hat was initially unable to accept it.

Bang!

Before they could fully react, Tezuka had already returned the ball and scored.

Victory will be ours.

Tezuka looked at the two people opposite him who seemed a little flustered, while he himself remained very calm.

"Why does it feel like the Tezuka Zone has suddenly become stronger? Is this the result of professional training?"

Shiraishi, watching from the sidelines, was quite surprised by Tezuka's current strength, because in the nearly one month they hadn't seen each other, Tezuka's skill had improved even more than during the match against Chitose.

"How does that guy know that weird move? The ball just gets sucked to his side."

"I don't believe his move can cover the entire field. Increase the power, aim for the sideline, and break through that move."

After a brief discussion, the two had already devised a plan to deal with Tezuka Domain.

However, things are far more complicated than they imagined; Tezuka now possesses more than just the Tezuka Domain.

Sure enough, after Tezuka hit the second ball, the man in the hat aimed at the extreme position and swung his racket with all his might.

"Oh no! They found the weakness in Tezuka Zone with just one ball."

Seeing that the power in the tennis ball had increased and the angle had become more difficult, Shiraishi was on the sidelines, panicked.

Just then, a reverse vortex appeared outside the original vortex beneath Tezuka's feet.

The ball, which was about to break through Tezuka Domain, suddenly flew out of bounds.

Bang!

"How could this happen!? Why did the ball suddenly fly out of bounds?"

"Isn't that move just about sucking the ball in?"

The two members of the Clark Tennis Club were stunned again, as was Shiraishi.

"Tezuka... has your strength reached this level?"

"From now on, I won't be hitting the ball inbounds anymore. I'll hit all the balls to the middle, so you won't be able to cheat by exploiting the changes in the court."

"What!?"

Tezuka's words startled Shiraishi, who immediately moved further away from the sidelines.

"Sure enough, it wasn't a problem with my visual estimation, nor was it a change in the trajectory of that ball; rather, the field itself was constantly changing."

In other words, everything on this court except the net is fake.

"Hmph, it's too late now that you've realized it. Only we know the patterns of change. Even if your move was unorthodox, we only need to win one round for you to lose."

Seeing that their secret had been exposed, the two members of the Clark Tennis Club stopped pretending and directly admitted Tezuka's words.

"But sometimes, just one game can redefine the victory."

Tezuka's calm yet domineering declaration embarrassed the two men opposite him, who were somewhat embarrassed and angry, but Tezuka did not show any negative reaction to their actions.

After the situation improved in the first three battles, Tezuka and Shiraishi successfully turned the tide.

The advantage in the match increasingly favored Tezuka and Shiraishi, and the lead built up by the Clark Tennis Club duo ended within two points.