Prince of Tennis Fraudster

Rikkai's supporters raised their fists. The score was tied in a flash, and Atobe and his supporters were helpless—it felt amazing.

"Whoosh..."

Being suppressed by his opponent and having his rhythm repeatedly disrupted, even with Atobe's abundant stamina, he began to pant.

"Impossible, his strength is at most at the near-national level."

The disparity between the two sides' strengths and the outcome of the match caused Atobe to become increasingly anxious.

boom!

After the tennis ball was served, he placed two fingers of his left hand on the bridge of his nose, staring intently at Niou, who was moving to receive the ball.

I don't have it!

Feet? No!

He didn't have it on him!

"how is this possible?"

He observed his opponent with exceptional eyesight, yet he couldn't discern any inconsistencies in their demeanor. He couldn't find a single flaw, a single point of attack.

Suddenly, someone outside the stadium pointed at Renou and said, "Look, that person has closed his eyes!"

"It really is true!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked closely and saw that Renou, who was quickly returning the ball, had indeed closed his eyes. However, his footwork and the movement of returning the ball appeared very natural.

"This is……"

Sanada and Yanagi exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes. The latter recalled his data, slowly opening his narrowed eyes, and said, "Responding not by what the naked eye sees, but by following the body's instinctive feeling for the tennis ball, is what is called the 'eye of the heart'!"

"But……"

Kirihara frowned and said, "Since he's catching the ball instinctively, then he shouldn't be able to use data tennis to limit Atobe anymore, right?"

"Forehead……"

Everyone was taken aback upon hearing this.

"No, there is another possibility."

Liu opened his eyes and looked at Renwang, saying in a deep voice, "Atobe's data has been imprinted in his mind and has become his body's instinct!"

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Super-Attacking Tennis [Supplement 2, please add to your reading list!]

Bang!

With his eyes closed, Niou gently sliced ​​the tennis ball and hit a seemingly casual, yet incredibly skillful, short shot.

Pat-pat...

"Game! Rikkai Niou, 4-5!"

They've been overtaken?

The Hyotei team members around them trembled as they looked at the figure breathing slightly.

boom!

Like a bolt from the blue, their emperor had fallen...

"Amazing!"

"Hiss, this guy not only suppressed Akutsu and Tachibana, but now he's even beaten Atobe senseless?"

"After Yukimura, Rikkai has produced another terrifying player!"

The audience buzzed with discussion, while the Hyotei team members stared dejectedly at the ground. Their world had collapsed; Hyotei's future was shrouded in uncertainty.

"Flies, you're so noisy!"

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out, silencing the surrounding chatter.

People looked towards the center of the field and saw a blank face.

"Atobe?"

At this moment, Atobe was no longer as arrogant as before, nor did he possess the domineering presence he had displayed at the beginning when he overpowered Niou. However, when others' eyes turned to him, they couldn't help but look away.

cold!

They felt a chill that sent shivers down their spines.

"Atobe like this..."

As Atobe slowly descended upon her, poised like a tiger gathering its strength for a hunt, Shinobu's body trembled.

On the coach's bench, Sakaki raised an eyebrow slightly.

boom!

On the opposite side, Niou unleashed a super-fast serve. The tennis ball landed, but a grayish-white sound, like a cheetah, chased after it.

"Atobe!"

Niou raised an eyebrow, but quickly made a judgment.

"The probability of this shot hitting the corner is... 75%? No, it's 45%? 23%?"

boom!

The tennis ball, struck by Atobe, swiftly grazed past Niou. There were no unusual phenomena or heavy sounds, yet a chilling aura emanated from it.

"0-15!"

"That ball just now..."

Sanada raised his head, glanced at Atobe, and narrowed his eyes. "That aura... hmm, it seems that Niou has unleashed something extraordinary..."

Niou also felt a chill run through his body; he had misjudged Atobe's return shot.

call!

He tossed the tennis ball up again and slammed it down with his racket.

boom!

The tennis ball is launched without any spin. However, due to its extremely high speed and the intense friction with the air, the ball appears to be enveloped in a layer of white mist.

From a distance, it looks like a beam of white light shooting out, but to the average person, it is just a blurry white streak.

boom!

The tennis ball hits the ground and bounces up quickly.

Swish!

Just then, Atobe's ashen figure reappeared. He was expressionless, and his racket lashed out fiercely.

During this time, Niou's eyes gradually narrowed, and his calculations regarding Atobe's return shot were constantly changing. The probability of a cross-court shot dropped from 98% to 15%.

boom!

The tennis ball was returned, but it hit the corner behind him with a cross-court trajectory.

"0-30!"

An unusual chill swept over them once more.

"A world of ice?"

With a furrowed brow, Niou examined the information on the Eye Mark Department.

Name: Atobe Keigo (Super Attack)

五维：速3.5、力2.5、体4、技4、精4，总和18

Skills: (Unchanged)

Talent: Super Attack - An extremely calm mind, ignited by the passion within, enters a super attack mode. Aggression +8%, Offensive Skill Power +8%.

Title: Emperor of the Ice Palace

Overall rating: National level

"So that's what it is..."

Niou narrowed his eyes, looking at Atobe who exuded a hint of coldness, and tossed the tennis ball up again.

boom!

With a smash of his racket, he instantly unleashed his beastly aura. His body sprang into motion, and he sprinted towards the net.

Tap tap!

Across from him, Atobe moved away expressionlessly.

His movements had lost their previous grace. Instead, his mind was focused solely on attacking for the sake of attacking.

boom!

boom!

The two players began a fierce battle, ball after ball.

"This……"

Shinobu was stunned. He said in a trembling voice, "I have never seen Atobe like this before."

"Lord Atobe..."

Among the regulars of Hyotei, the tall and expressionless Kabaji raised his head and glanced at Atobe, who was launching attacks continuously.

It's been three years, hasn't it?

Since returning from England, Atobe had never played tennis like this again. Now, as if some kind of seal had been broken, something subtle was changing within Atobe.

boom!

"15-30!"

boom!

"15-40!"

boom!