And humans really can't be too idle. You see, when you're too idle, you tend to think about this and that. But if you're even a little busy, you don't have the brain to think about so many headaches!
"Then let's see who proves the strongest!"
All the dissatisfaction was transformed into real and effective moves, leading everyone to break through the encirclement, making all those dissatisfied glances and words disappear into the wind.
"It's time for you to witness my true trump card—"
Niou squinted his eyes, and the wind swirled around him again. Everyone knew that the wind was Niou's weapon, and if they didn't know this by today's standards, they would seem rather foolish.
"Jonal, get ready, he's coming—"
With a command from his partner and only senior, Jonah gripped his racket tightly and braced himself firmly, fully prepared.
They wouldn't let this guy break through their defense so easily again. This was the dignity he had risked everything for, and no one could trample on it. The French team couldn't trample on the dignity of this senior player beside him.
Renwang smiled slightly. Whether he truly understood or not, the only thing he needed to do now was to uphold his principles and ensure that his strength would be an undeniable fact on the field.
However, to be fair, this person's performance finally earned him a sliver of approval and a subtle expression. He just wanted to say to the boy in front of him—
"Regardless of today's result, I acknowledge that you are an excellent tennis player. I hope you can go further in the future and not be bound by today's result. If you are completely bound by it, you will stagnate here in the future!"
This was truly well-intentioned advice. After all, if you keep focusing on one person or letting their influence assimilate you, you'll be stuck in the same place forever. He hoped more people could strive for greater heights. This was the only piece of advice he, as a junior mentor in tennis, could offer.
Whether these people can take it to heart, whether they can perceive his words as genuine blessings rather than sarcasm, is another matter entirely.
Jonar didn't show much expression. He'd been fighting this guy for almost half a day, and he understood that this person was far more skilled and powerful than they had imagined. This also meant that this person's perspective was different from theirs, so there was no need to say anything more.
Just focus on doing your own thing. Win or lose this match, as long as you have a clear conscience, that's enough!
Niou began his final plan with a casual wave of his hand, though not quite enough to create ten thousand rivers. Several transparent threads of spiritual energy silently spread forward.
Then, out of sight of others, in their own direction, on the opposite side, and even around the tennis ball, countless net-like grids, like baking pans, were laid out.
The sole purpose of this grid is to monitor the actions and mental fluctuations of everyone who steps into it. It is also a huge cage designed to allow Niou to continue his plans.
No one can escape his clutches...
Niou smiled confidently and began his silent whirlwind. The wind blew again, but this time it wasn't silent; it was known to everyone. As that breeze brushed past one's eyes, making one involuntarily want to close them, a new scene appeared. It seemed no different from before, yet it also seemed vastly different...
Nobody can say for sure what it is. But something has changed dramatically without anyone noticing!
Of course, most people haven't noticed this tiny change yet; they just feel that the current scene is no different from before.
To be honest, his expression was slightly more serious than before, but what does that matter? Shouldn't he have been confident and focused from beginning to end throughout the entire match?
So the root of the problem ultimately wasn't discovered by most viewers. As for whether any of the team leaders noticed it, that's another question, and it must be kept secret for now.
Niou took a deep breath. For him, being able to envelop so many people with his mental power in an instant was quite a test of his limits, but the joy he felt was exhilarating. It had been a long time since he had challenged himself like this. Although he was a king, he couldn't completely use the power of a king, so he still had to try his best. What level could an ordinary person like Niou Yachi achieve on the tennis court? He didn't know, but he really wanted to try and see where his limits were!
"Niou really made a very bold and risky decision. If it were me, I wouldn't dare, but he has such great courage..."
The comments from the Japanese team members who knew about the Nioh Project reflected that not everyone is qualified or dares to do this. Are there any members of the Japanese team with that level of skill? Of course, there are! Nioh isn't the only one with such strong mental fortitude!
But only one person dared to do it, which is enough to show how unique and outstanding this person is. This is a good thing, but also a bad thing!
If you don't dare to push your limits, you'll stay stuck in the same place, unable to make any further progress.
"You're studying so hard and so seriously because you hope to improve yourself a little, right?"
The red-haired boy spoke to the cold-looking man beside him.
"Hmm~" The usually aloof man answered the young man beside him with utmost seriousness. "Niou's suggestions and ideas are, in a sense, very useful, and can be considered as opening up a new avenue of thought. They've also greatly improved doubles performance, and most importantly, represent a significant new milestone in his individual ability—"
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