Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"30-40!"

boom!

"Game! Hyotei Atobe, 5-5!"

"Whoosh..."

Such an intense duel caused both of them to gradually lose strength, their breathing to become more rapid, and their movements to slow down.

"Ugh……"

In Rikkai, Liu sighed and said, "No matter how perfectly the calculations are made, the parameters can still change."

This is the tragedy of data tennis players...

boom!

"15-15!"

boom!

"30-30!"

boom!

"40-30!"

boom!

"Game! Hyotei Atobe, 6-5!"

"Is it over?"

Kirihara gritted his teeth, unable to believe that Atobe, through his own evolution, had once again turned the tide of the battle.

"Do not……"

Sanada suddenly spoke, looking at Niou, whose face was full of fatigue but whose brown eyes were flashing with an unusual light. His sharp gaze trembled slightly.

"The game isn't over yet!"

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call!

Niou tossed the tennis ball up and, with a half-jump, smashed it down with his racket.

boom!

The tennis ball shuddered and shot out.

Tap tap!

On the other side, Atobe's mastery of the Super Attack state was becoming increasingly refined. His body moved swiftly, like a nimble cheetah, to the point where the tennis ball would land.

“Niou Masaharu, I admit, I did underestimate you.”

He raised his racket and made a striking motion.

"However, no matter how accurate your data calculations are, you cannot predict future changes. My tennis is constantly evolving and has no blind spots."

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his racket out sharply.

Tap tap!

Opposite him, Renwang's figure changed, and the dark red aura around him turned into a bone-chilling cold.

boom!

He hit the tennis ball, his fox-like eyes growing even brighter. Within them, it seemed, golden flames were constantly rising.

"Indeed, data-driven tennis isn't absolute; parameters become less effective as opponents evolve. But..."

Tap tap!

He moved quickly again, swung his racket backhand, and hit a sharp cross-court shot.

boom!

The golden flames in his eyes flickered continuously, and the beastly aura emanating from Niou became even stronger.

"You're not the only one who's evolving!"

boom!

boom!

In the twelfth inning, the two players squeezed out their last bit of energy, running frantically from side to side. As their strength gradually waned, their faces began to contort in a grimace.

"This guy is still holding on!"

Seeing Niou fighting Atobe to a standstill, the regulars of Hyotei stared wide-eyed, a hint of fear in their eyes.

One goal!

Ten balls!

Thirty-five goals!

boom!

"15-0!"

"Hey……"

Niou grinned and glanced smugly at Atobe across from him.

boom!

"15-15!"

boom!

"30-15!"

boom!

"30-30!"

boom!

"30-40!"

boom!

"Divide it equally!"

"Whoosh..."

Atobe, struggling to breathe, looked up at Niou, who was equally exhausted, and a hint of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

"This guy actually managed to hold on until now?!"

Despite their aggressive style, they ultimately failed to defeat their opponent, and instead, the opponent gradually turned the tide.

"monster!"

Kamio and his two companions stared in disbelief at the ongoing match, while Tachibana's sighs rang in their ears.

"This Niou is still growing stronger..."

From initially being at a disadvantage, to later being able to fight against Atobe with an incomplete beast aura, Tachibana even discovered Atobe's tennis style within Niou's beast aura.

"He's like a sponge, constantly absorbing the strengths of other people's styles and transforming them into his own..."

Tachibana could see clearly that this Niou was not simply learning from Atobe and his style, but rather finding common ground and transforming it into his own.

boom!

"The serve is superior!"

"Whoosh..."

With a smash, Ren Wang almost lost his footing and had to use his racket to support his body.

"Damn it, how much longer can you hold on?"

Atobe, equally exhausted, stared at the area near Niou's eyes, where veins were faintly bulging.

"Hey!"

Renwang smiled slyly, and his fox-like eyes slowly opened. Apart from a few bloodshot veins, the golden flames grew even stronger.

"I'll hit one more ball than you."

call!

After saying that, he tossed the tennis ball up and hit it with his tiptoes.

Tap tap!

Atobe, dragging his tired body, moved to receive the tennis ball, which was no longer very strong.

boom!

His expression changed slightly as the tennis ball touched his racket.

The opponent's serve was incredibly heavy, like it was filled with lead.

"Hiss..." Xiang Ri's expression changed, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be that the power of that Ren Wang is still increasing?"

"Do not……"

Sakaki said with a complicated expression, "Atobe's stamina is being depleted rapidly, which also affects his strength and technique, so there will be a momentary pause when he receives the ball."

"But……"

Oshitari frowned slightly: "If that's the case, then that Niou should be even closer to his limit, right?"

boom!

Atobe hit the tennis ball back, and seeing this, Niou moved towards the tennis ball with legs as heavy as lead.

"Terrifying willpower..."

Looking at Renwang's state, Liu sighed and said, "This time, he really didn't leave himself any room for maneuver."