Prince of Tennis Fraudster

He narrowed his fox-like eyes and tossed the tennis ball high into the air. Then, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, bent his knees slightly, swung his left arm, and smashed the ball down.

boom!

The tennis ball flew out like a white streak, appearing to most as a blurry white line. The next moment, with a deafening roar, the tennis ball exploded beside Atobe like a cannonball.

"30-0!"

"hiss……"

The entire stadium resounded with the unified breathing of all 200 members of Hyotei. It was as if the stadium had instantly entered a deep winter.

"Super-fast serve?"

"You can't be kidding me, how could he possibly know Atobe's super-fast serve?"

"Impossible, with his skill level, he could never hit such a terrifying serve..."

call!

boom!

Another loud thud, and the tennis ball slammed into Atobe's side like a cannonball.

"40-0!"

"It really is..."

Mukahi stared wide-eyed at Niou across from him, and seemed to see a hint of Atobe's shadow.

"Am I seeing things?"

He rubbed his eyes, and the 'Atobe' in his eyes once again became Niou.

boom!

"Game! Rikkai Niou, 4-2!"

Click click...

Just then, a series of sharp, cracking sounds rang out. Atobe, his face grim, looked up and gave Niou a serious look.

"I never imagined I'd be tricked..."

From Niou's fall to his unintentional cover-up, numerous details aroused Atobe's complete suspicion. However, the keen eyesight he had long relied on deceived him.

"What a terrifying scheme..."

Sakaki, sitting on the coach's bench, frowned slightly. Taking Atobe's psychology as a starting point, he constantly made actions to conceal his own 'hidden danger' in response to Atobe's keen eyesight.

Understanding people's hearts, acting skills, intelligence gathering...

Niou's schemes were meticulously planned, each step revealing the full extent of deception and trickery.

Without Yukimura, Rikkai found an even more troublesome opponent. For a moment, Sakaki even felt a pang of jealousy.

After calming down, he regained his usual indifference and seriousness, staring at Atobe who was holding the tennis ball: "Indeed, the trick just now could gather a considerable amount of information about Atobe, but without the corresponding strength, even if you have the information, it is of no use."

The outcome of the match will not change!

"Ok?"

But the next moment, Sakaki's eyebrows furrowed high.

"That's...carrying weights?"

Seeing Niou remove his blue wristband, the Hyotei coach known as 'Edward' lost his composure for the first time.

Snapped!

The sky-blue wristband crashed to the ground, kicking up dust, and at the same time, it struck the hearts of the surrounding audience like a boulder.

"This weight..."

Jackal and Marui exchanged a glance, both seeing the horror in each other's eyes. This thing probably weighed about 1.5 times their combined strength.

"This guy..."

On the other side, Orange's bright lion eyes widened, a flash of fire within them. But then, a bitter smile appeared on his lips: "He actually held back in his match against me..."

A mix of resentment, dejection, and shock.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Eye of the Heart [5/5, Please Subscribe!]

"Nioh Masaharu..."

Holding the tennis ball in his hand, Atobe glanced at Niou and whispered, "But in this match, I will still be the winner!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, he hit the tennis ball.

The tennis ball slammed into the right corner like a cannonball, demonstrating the power and technique that Atobe displayed, proving he was truly serious.

Swish!

At that moment, a flash of silver light streaked past. It struck the tennis ball the instant it bounced.

boom!

"Did you receive it?"

The regulars of Hyotei were startled. When they looked up, they saw that Niou was emanating a dark red aura, like a man-eating wolf.

"The aura of a ferocious beast..."

Orange's bright lion eyes stared at the figure quickly moving towards the net, and he said softly, "His performance is even more intense than in the last match!"

Whoosh!

The tennis ball spun around, and Atobe, moving quickly, glanced at Niou opposite him and then swung his racket.

"Ah!"

On the other side, Renwang, who had moved to the net, smirked and said, "The probability of a cross-court shot is... 100%!"

As he spoke, he turned his body 180 degrees, swept his left hand across the racket, and hit the tennis ball towards the sideline.

boom!

"0-15!"

Atobe's eyelids twitched; the moment he returned the ball, he had a feeling that he had been seen through.

Phantom effect: Empathy!

Niou could deduce about 80% of Atobe's thoughts through data analysis, while the empathetic special effects gave Niou a keener sense of perception and greatly enhanced his judgment.

boom!

"0-30!"

boom!

"0-40!"

"Game! Tatekai Nio, 4-3々"

Xiang Ri's expression changed: "Oh no, they've really caught up."

"This Niou has figured out Atobe's habits perfectly." Shinobu frowned. He glanced at Niou, who had just passed by Atobe when they were exchanging courts, and for a moment, he seemed to see two Atobes.

But in the blink of an eye, Atobe is still Atobe, and Niou is still Niou.

"It's weird!"

boom!

Niou served, and the ball hit Atobe's racket. Atobe's expression suddenly changed, and the racket slipped from his hand.

"15-0!"

Inui, who was recording the match data, frowned and asked with some doubt, "A mirage...?"

boom!

"Out!"

"30-0!"

His gaze behind the mirror flickered, and he murmured, "It really is a mirage!"

When he competed against Tachibana, he only had doubts. After all, the Shinjo technique required a high degree of balance. Many people could only roughly imitate it, capturing the form but not the spirit.

boom!

"Out!"

"40-0!"

"The state of selflessness?"

Rikkai, Sanada, and Yanagi all had similar thoughts popping into their minds. Shinobu Shonan's Kamishiro, Fudomine's Tachibana, Yamabuki's Akutsu—Niou could simultaneously master three different tennis styles.

However, the former frowned slightly when considering his own experience, while the latter shook his head when referring to the information he had obtained.

On the Hyotei side, Coach Sakaki Taro murmured, "The realm of 'no self'?"

What is the state of selflessness?

The regulars behind him couldn't help but ask, judging from the name, it seemed to be a rather formidable tennis technique. Several Rikkai regulars not far away also perked up their ears.

"Only after breaking the limits of tennis can one reach a certain realm. 'No self, no thought, my mind is empty, emptiness is nothingness.' Only players who are single-minded and have a wealth of tennis experience can master this."

"hiss……"

Upon hearing Sakaki's somewhat complicated explanation, everyone gasped. Oshitari then asked, "Is the state of 'no-self' what Niou is currently in?"

By freely switching between several tennis styles and supplementing them with data-driven tennis, he completely suppressed Atobe.

"Perhaps so..."

Sakaki shook his head. Unlike Sanada and Yanagi, he had not specifically studied this skill.

boom!

"Game! Rikkai Niou, 4-4!"

"They've tied it!"