Prince of Tennis Fraudster

No, you can't say that.

Someone who had watched the match between Niou and Akutsu shook his head and said, "Niou is still very strong, but his current opponent is Atobe. Tachibana is at most a sick tiger, but Atobe is different; his strength is absolutely genuine."

"Senior Tachibana!"

Kamio and Ibu's expressions changed, but Tachibana waved his hand and said calmly, "Let them talk."

Making a quick remark is harmful to one's knowledge and experience, and such a person will never amount to anything. Tachibana, like Yanagi, having deeply experienced Niou's strength, doesn't believe that's all the Niou is capable of.

Snapped!

Snapped!

As Atobe dribbled the tennis ball, the members of Hyotei immediately fell silent. Like subjects, they watched their king, who was about to serve, with eyes filled with either anticipation or adoration.

call!

The tennis ball was tossed up, and Atobe smashed it down with his racket.

boom!

The tennis ball trembled and shot out at high speed.

Swish!

Like a flash of white light, the tennis ball struck Niou's side like a cannonball. Before he could react, it bounced off.

"15-0!"

"Hiss... Is this what Atobe's super-fast serve is like?"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd outside the court. The speed of this serve was on a completely different level compared to the previous ones.

"It seems that Atobe has lost interest."

Oshitari shook his head; he knew Atobe's personality well. Once he lost interest in his prey, he would quickly end the match.

Of course, he will also improve his own skills based on his opponent's performance. Facing Niou, who is at least a top-tier player in the Kanto region, Atobe's serve just now was almost a full-force effort.

"Yes."

Sitting on the coach's bench, Sakaki said, "This game has lost its meaning for him. All that's left is to enjoy the final show."

boom!

"30-0!"

boom!

"40-0!"

boom!

"Game! Hyotei Atobe, 2-1!"

Four incredibly fast serves, and he instantly won the game. It felt like Atobe was showcasing his serving technique, his posture was standard and elegant, exuding an air of Western aristocracy.

"Tsk tsk..."

Kirihara's eyes gleamed coldly as he said in a strange tone, "The captain of Hyotei is indeed exceptionally strong!"

He also noticed that Niou seemed to have some hidden danger. But he also had a vague feeling that something was wrong, not because he had noticed anything specific, but because of his understanding of Niou's personality and style.

"That guy...could he be...?"

Niou acted normally, but every time he turned around, his face would turn pale, as if he didn't want his opponent to see his expression...

"It doesn't seem like it. Senior Niou seems to be really just putting on a brave face..."

Since the regional tournament, Renou's performance has been completely different. He puts even more effort into designing training plans for Rikkai and is extremely strict with himself and others.

In this way, it's understandable that he insisted on staying on the field to protect Rikkai's honor.

boom!

"Game! Hyotei Atobe, 3-1!"

boom!

"Game! Hyotei Atobe, 4-1!"

The scales of victory had undoubtedly tipped in Hyotei's favor. As time passed, Niou's deathly pallor could no longer be concealed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Why bother..."

Having a clear view of Niou's physical condition, Atobe shook his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Bang!

The tennis ball was hit and quickly spun out, clearing the net and heading towards Niou's left-hand racket.

"This is……"

Liu's expression changed, and Sanada's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"It's coming!"

The Hyotei team members all looked towards the court with excitement and anticipation.

Snapped!

Caught completely off guard, Niou's racket was knocked out of his hand. The tennis ball, however, bounced back with the force of the impact.

call!

Opposite him, a figure leaped high into the air—it was Atobe, his expression calm and composed. A slight smile played on his lips, as if everything was under control.

"Heh, revel in my magnificent skills..."

After saying that, he smashed the racket down with a powerful slam.

"Ah!"

On the other side, Renou, pale-faced and covered in sweat, slightly curled the corners of his mouth. Then, under the stunned gazes of the spectators, he reached out with his right hand and firmly grasped the racket in his hand.

He turned his body to the side and slammed his racket into the rapidly falling tennis ball.

boom!

The tennis ball slammed into the ground from Atobe's side before it even hit the ground.

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After realizing what was happening, the jackal said in disbelief, "Fire... Fire Rat Cannon interception?"

When did that guy learn this move?

"As expected, that liar..."

Seeing Niou wiping the sweat from his brow with a broad smile, Kirihara curled his lip. He probably did the fall on purpose.

"Oh."

Liu shook his head and chuckled. From the beginning, he had doubts about the authenticity of Renwang's fall.

Imagine someone who can master every detail of an irregularly shaped field in a matter of minutes, yet overlooks the pebble at the take-off point?

"But why did he do that?"

Jackal frowned. He had lost four games for nothing and exhausted himself. Was he just trying to give Atobe a surprise at the end?

"Yes."

Marui was also puzzled and said, "Atobe is not the same doubles team as before. It would be too naive to think that you can undermine his confidence with a sudden attack."

Yagyu and Kirihara also looked over; clearly, Marui's question was exactly what they wanted to ask.

"It's very simple..."

Liu smiled, his eyes slightly widened, and he glanced at Renwang, who was hitting a tennis ball, with a hint of shock. He said, "To collect data."

Collecting data?

The group raised an eyebrow, as if they had grasped something crucial.

Liu continued, "He seems to be very familiar with Atobe's personality."

From judging Hyotei's lineup to now using the opponent's psychology to collect data, Niou is even more familiar with Atobe's personality than he is with Sanada.

"You've probably all figured out Atobe's personality. He's arrogant, but very cautious during matches. At least so far, we haven't been able to get his true stats."

"However, when facing an opponent of Niou's caliber, he would have to go all out if he wanted to resolve the situation decisively. But that's on the condition that Atobe has no interest in Niou..."

"I see."

The group nodded; Liu's analysis had resolved their doubts.

"Not only that..."

Liu then smiled and said, "If we were to collect data through normal means, it would probably take a lot of physical effort. That guy is very clever; he traded points for data."

Recalling Niou's sweat-covered face earlier, Kirihara retorted, "But..."

"Ah!"

Liu smiled, and Liu Sheng and Marui beside him also smiled.

"Aka, you don't actually think that guy was sweating, do you?"

Kirihara's eyes widened: "This..."

Liu smiled and said, "I guess it's probably something like salt water."

For example, prepare towels soaked in salt water in advance.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Similar to what Liu said, the reason why Niou put on that performance was indeed to obtain specific data about Atobe.

The five-dimensional and skill data obtained by Data Eye is too crude. Despite having the same speed, the Jackal and Shishido are two completely different types.

Just now, enjoying the game so much that Atobe even unleashed the devastating Rondo without any restraint, and Niou got everything he wanted.

"The real competition is about to begin!"

call!