"But we've been watching him the whole time, we definitely saw him, there's no doubt about it—"
The students from Rikkai University had complete faith in their eyes and understood the character of the mission very well. This was indeed something he was capable of doing. Although it could have been an accident, perhaps he had done something else that prevented them from noticing.
"So that slight smirk and muffled groan just now weren't just our imagination?"
Amidst the doubts raised by Rikkai University, others also expressed their shock. At first, they thought it was an illusion, but as time went on, it became clear that it was not an illusion!
So at this crucial moment, when everyone's hearts are in their throats, does Niou still have the mood to mock them? My God, this is absolutely shocking!
Is this person really that relaxed? They can hardly believe their eyes!
Oh my god!
As expected of their captain, as expected of Niou Masaharu, as expected of the man they all still admire today!
Tsk tsk!
And inside the venue—
The voice of resentment finally reached Niou's ears, "Why are you controlling us like this? Do you even understand what the point of us standing here is? If we're going to play like this, what's the point of the competition?!"
The tall man opposite him let out a roar, his body trembling slightly with it. At that moment, he seemed to have lost his will to complete the mission, yet it also seemed as if he had accomplished nothing.
“You think it won’t work, but I think it’s great. Don’t underestimate any fighting style…” Niou said generously.
It's the last moment, and he doesn't care whether he responds to the cries of despair that preceded the match.
So what if he responded? So what if he didn't? In the end, these guys were utterly defeated in front of him, leaving them with nothing!
Ultimately, the outcome of the competition will be determined by him alone; whatever he says goes!
And the thoughts of these people, starting from the one he controlled, became irrelevant.
Now it's time to end!
"Let's end this pointless match. It's time for the next player to start a fresh battle!"
The boy raised his hand, striking a pose that everyone was most familiar with—
The simple swing was like this before, and it still is now.
It imbued the match with exceptional skill, while also allowing it to return to its true essence at this moment.
Tennis is actually very simple. You just need to catch the ball and then hit it back so that the other person can't reach it. This is the purest, most authentic version of tennis from its past.
He used his mental power to elevate the game from its lowest point to its highest.
So let's return it to its original state now—
Throw the ball out in the simplest way, then return it in the simplest way, and finally, under everyone's breathless gaze, let the ball slowly fall to the ground.
Bang!
Without any suspense or unnecessary twists and turns, the ball landed right there!
This caused many people who were hoping for another change, for the match to be reversed, to sigh with disappointment. Yet, they also felt that nothing seemed amiss. After all, this guy had displayed overwhelming strength from beginning to end. If it was overwhelming, why would anything else happen? He should have considered everything carefully!
Therefore, there were sighs and sadness, but more than anything, there was an acceptance of the final outcome of the match and a sense of relief that the dust had settled!
"There really is such a person. From beginning to end, he calmly and steadily manipulates our emotions, while simultaneously letting them all fall back down. This guy is truly exceptionally powerful!"
With admiration and respect, my gaze was filled with pure appreciation and reverence, as well as a warm feeling of gratitude and joy for a rising tennis prodigy.
All her emotions converged on the mission. She felt the gazes of those around her carrying emotions that were somewhat different from before, and she gently curled her lips. Sigh, why does this world always silently warm her when she's unhappy? This world is indeed the same as she imagined, yet different!
He was constantly made aware of the restructuring, to understand his significance as a ruler, and to understand the path he was determined to take in the future.
"That's quite interesting!"
It is precisely because of this intrigue that he is willing to reclaim his right to protect this world, to shoulder the responsibilities of a king, and to come to understand his own path to kingship. This is why he stands here today, and why he will leave tomorrow.
Renwang turned to look at the figure watching him from the sidelines of the arena. Although he was reluctant to leave the land where he had fought for many years, he was fortunate to have someone who had been with him steadfastly from beginning to end. This made his growth and future journey less lonely and even more enjoyable. So he had no worries or fears!
"There was absolutely no suspense. You controlled us from start to finish, and even put on a performance like this—"
He patted his forehead repeatedly, feeling uncomfortable being controlled, mainly because they had never stopped resisting, which made it very difficult.
If you go along with Niou's wishes and don't intend to resist this person, it might be easier. But as a member of the national team, how can you just let yourself be controlled by an outsider? Of course not!
So it is resistance, and resistance means pain. It is really too painful now!
The physical exhaustion and suppressed spirit rebounded instantly, and the pain that rushed to his head was probably something that the guy opposite him could not understand or even comprehend!
"Where did you learn so many crooked and evil tricks? You're really making people feel so uncomfortable—"
Faced with the two people muttering complaints, Renwang smiled slightly, "This is just a slight change in mental strength. If you can't stand it, it means your mental strength hasn't been cultivated to the right level. This isn't my fault, so don't put all the blame on me!"
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