Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"The reason for Shinobu and Mukahi's defeat is Mukahi's stupidity. He played such a second-rate game against the nation's top doubles team. That idiot completely forgot my pre-match warnings."

Walking along the park path, Atobe narrowed his eyes slightly.

"As for Shishido and Chotaro, their chances of winning against Yanagi are slim. That means they need to win all three singles matches..."

In fact, Atobe knew very well that Hyotei's chances of winning against Rikkai were less than 4%. And that was with Rikkai's captain, Yukimura, not present.

"It's not hopeless. As long as I win the third singles match and Jiro defeats the second singles match, someone will naturally deal with Sanada..."

Hyotei's winning percentage is not zero.

The premise is that Atobe can win the singles match against the third opponent. And in his eyes, the probability of this is 100%, it's inevitable.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, several furtive figures in the distance caught his attention. Raising an eyebrow, he muttered to himself, "These three brats, are they from Seigaku?"

Following the gaze of the three, Atobe's relaxed brows furrowed again.

"That short guy is a regular on Seigaku? And that blue-haired guy... is that him?"

Involuntarily, the image of Rikkai's incredibly lazy regular player at the Kanto Tournament draw meeting came to mind.

"Nioh Masaharu..."

Defeating Akutsu might not earn him Atobe's full attention. But defeating Tachibana, who possesses national-level strength, would dramatically elevate Niou's standing in Atobe's eyes.

"Huh?"

Atobe narrowed his eyes and noticed a subtle aura emanating from the two individuals. It was faint, yet he managed to detect it.

The aura emanating from Echizen was gradually fading.

Do not!

It didn't fade; rather, it shifted towards Niou. Atobe blinked, and when he looked again, that subtle feeling was gone.

But for some reason, Echizen, this rising star of Seigaku, no longer felt as important to him as before.

"Nioh?"

On the contrary, Atobe's gaze toward Niou became more serious: "I hope Jiro can deal with him smoothly."

He shook his head, gave up on warming up, and returned to the court.

"Atobe!"

Upon seeing Atobe return, Mukahi said with a bitter expression, "They forfeited. Two consecutive losses."

"I see."

Nodding, Atobe walked calmly to Sakaki's side.

"Atobe Keigo!"

"exist!"

Sakaki said expressionlessly, "I don't need to elaborate on the importance of this match, do I?"

"I see!"

"Alright." Sakaki gestured with his right hand and said in a deep voice, "One against three, Atobe Keigo, go!"

With light steps, Atobe stepped onto the court amidst the puzzled gazes of those around him.

"The singles match will now begin."

"Keigo Atobe of Hyotei Academy versus Masaharu Niou of Kaidai Middle School!"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Atobe raised an eyebrow slightly.

At the same time, a slightly hunched figure lazily walked in through the iron gate.

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"It was him?"

Stepping onto the court, Atobe felt a sense of disbelief.

In his view, even if there was some luck involved in Niou's victory over Tachibana, his own strength was at least top-tier in the Kanto region. Only a handful of others in Kanto, such as Fuji of Seigaku and Oshitari of Hyotei, could compare.

"Is he playing singles three...?"

Sakaki frowned slightly. With Yanagi playing doubles, Niou hadn't been placed in singles second. It seemed Sanada's arrangement hadn't considered their surprise attack tactics.

"He really guessed right..."

Even though Atobe had just walked off the court with his racket, Sanada didn't believe he was just warming up. He knew Atobe's arrogance; his matches were for enjoyment, not for pure victory.

Therefore, he will not lower his proud head.

All four confrontations over three years were like this. But at this moment, Sanada realized that his view of Atobe had been quite wrong all along.

But his gaze bypassed Atobe and instead fell on Niou, who was lazily walking onto the court.

"He guessed right..."

For the first time, Sanada's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were considering something.

"Just as he said."

Beside him, Liu slightly opened his eyes. Although he didn't know why Niou knew Atobe was going to fight three opponents in a one-on-one match, he had initially leaned towards the other's guess.

Perhaps it was a series of changes that gradually changed Yanagi's opinion of Niou. This guy, who knew nothing about tennis just three months ago, now gave him a sense of reliability that surpassed Sanada's and was approaching that of Yukimura in the past.

"But where does he get the confidence to defeat Atobe..."

Unlike Tachibana, who had been dormant for half a year, Atobe's strength had been steadily increasing. Among the current national-level players, he was the most consistent.

Yanagi looked up at the team members who had erupted in cheers after Atobe took the court. "Besides, this is Hyotei's 'home ground'!"

"Hyotei!" "Hyotei!" "Hyotei!"

"Atobe is the winner!"

"Atobe is the winner!"

"Atobe is the winner!"

Its sound was like thunder, and its force was immense.

As if welcoming a monarch, the more than 200 members of Hyotei shouted Atobe's name in unison. The roar was deafening, even startling the birds that were roosting in the park.

"This is truly Hyotei's home ground!"

Inui remarked with a sigh, "But perhaps only Atobe can enjoy such treatment?"

There is only one emperor, but there are two people competing.

Inoue nodded and said, "One can imagine what Niou was thinking..."

But his voice suddenly faltered.

Swish!

A fair hand suddenly reached out into the air.

Snapped!

The crisp snap of his fingers, like a conductor's baton, abruptly silenced the frenzied cheers around him.

"Ah……"

With a light laugh, Niou declared to everyone's astonished gaze, "The victor will be Rikkai, and it will be me!"

"Forehead……"

The more than 200 supporters of Hyotei felt as if they had swallowed a dead fly. They opened their mouths, but couldn't utter a single word.

In front of the net.

Atobe carefully examined Niou.

His slightly narrowed eyes gave him a fox-like appearance, and the other person also gave him a mysterious aura. Physically, Niou didn't seem like the fierce type of fighter at all.

"It's hard to imagine that this guy could fight that orange guy to a standstill using his beast-like fighting style."

Atobe didn't appreciate the fighting style of the ferocious beast, but that didn't mean he didn't take it seriously. "It seems that when necessary, we'll have to restrict his movements."

Niou was also sizing up Atobe, but his approach was much simpler and more direct.

Name: Keigo Atobe (14)

五维：速3、力3.5、体4.5、技4、精3，总和18

Skills: Insightful Observation Lv3 [Orange], Rondo Towards Destruction Lv3 [Orange], Super-Speed ​​Serve Lv9 [Purple]

Talent: Insight - An innate ability to see details clearly, concentration +8%, and increases skill insight by 1 level.

Title: Emperor of the Ice Palace

Overall rating: National level

After shaking hands, Atobe smiled and said, "Niou-kun, I heard that you are the one who succeeded Yukimura?"

Niou replied noncommittally, "I suppose so."

"Ah……"

Atobe chuckled lightly, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and said, "It's a pity I couldn't have a match with Yukimura."

Niou shook his head and said, "It's alright, I'm enough."

The two men looked up at the same time, their eyes meeting. It was as if thunder and fire had collided, creating a tense atmosphere that made the referee, who was responsible for guessing who would win the ball, tremble uncomfortably.

"that……"

The referee gave a wry smile, and both men simultaneously withdrew their aggressive stances.

After a close call with the ball being drawn, the two players pushed it to the baseline. Atobe pulled out a tennis ball and gently tapped it twice.

call!

After glancing at Ren Wang across from him, he tossed the tennis ball high into the air.

He lightly tiptoed, bent his knees slightly, extended his arms, and raised his racket to hit the tennis ball with a half-jump.