Prince of Tennis Fraudster

Since his grueling battle with the Jackals in the school tournament, Renwang has made himself look quite disheveled in every match. But Liu knows very well that he has never truly been cornered.

This was true for Kamishiro, it was true for Akutsu, and it was also true for the match against Tachibana.

Sanada, his arms crossed in front of him, twitched slightly and said in a deep voice, "Hold on, and his stage will be even wider!"

The current Nioh is like a piece of refined iron that has had all its impurities removed; all that remains is to quench and forge it.

Atobe was a fiery furnace, providing the heat that melted him. But the final form was Niou's own will.

This point was lost; he remains a piece of ordinary iron.

But if you win, then you'll be a divine weapon that can cut a hair in two!

To become the most outstanding and dazzling star among junior high school students nationwide.

Whoosh!

As the tennis ball flew towards him, Niou felt golden flames flicker in his eyes. At the same time, he felt his heart beating faster and faster.

Boom boom, boom boom!

Time seemed to slow down in that second. He raised his racket, which felt like a lead weight, and his desire for victory had never been so strong.

"I'm going to take this ball!"

call!

The racket was swatted out, and the tennis ball hit the net with a thud.

boom!

The tennis ball flew past Atobe's startled eyes like a streak of white light, less than a centimeter from his racket.

With a loud bang, the ground suddenly exploded.

"Game! Rikkai Nioh, 6-6, going to a tiebreaker!"

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boom!

The stadium erupted in cheers, and the audience went wild, letting out gasps of surprise.

Click click...

Shinobu's ears twitched, and his gaze shifted. He saw Coach Sakaki's hands, crossed in front of him, clenched tightly together.

"Has the coach gotten excited at this stage of the competition?"

A thought struck him, and Shinobu looked up at the two people dragging their weary bodies along. One was an emperor who had abandoned his dignity, and the other was a con artist reborn from the ashes.

The outcome of their match will determine the outcome of the battle between Rikkai and Hyotei.

"Tie-7, Rikkai's Niou serves!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

Niou gently patted the tennis ball, recovering his strength while observing Atobe on the other side.

exhausted!

The emperor of Hyotei, his face covered in sweat, had lost his previous arrogance and coldness, replaced by an indescribable determination.

"Atobe Keigo, I never expected you to be this kind of person..."

Sanada sighed softly. This match had completely overturned his perception of Atobe. The arrogant, elegant Atobe, who seemed like a Western aristocrat, had become a completely different person by the end of the match.

Ting has passed one limit after another. He is no longer aloof emperor, but simply the captain of Hyotei.

boom!

Niou hit the tennis ball, but at a much slower speed than at the start of the match. However, it was still much faster than in the twelfth game.

"This guy's strength..."

Atobe, who was moving to receive the ball, felt a sinking feeling in his heart. Niou's final return shot just now seemed to have broken through some kind of shackle, and his entire strength had evolved once again.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, he caught the heavy tennis ball with his right hand, tilting the racket slightly to make it roll and rub. He then used his arm strength to push the ball forward.

Bearing the responsibility for the entire team, he must win this game.

Tap tap!

Niou moved quickly, and although Atobe's return shot was lighter, it had more spin, making him wary.

boom!

With a push of his racket, he hit the tennis ball back.

"Another protracted war..."

Watching the two players battling back and forth, many spectators stamped their feet, their hearts filled with horror. The entire match lasted nearly two hours; their legs were aching from standing, yet the two players continued to move.

boom!

"1-0, Rikkai Niou!"

boom!

"4-4, Hyotei Atobe!"

"How long are these two going to fight?"

Kirihara glanced at the time; starting with doubles match two, the three matches had lasted over four hours. It was already 12:30 PM, and under the blazing sun, both players were rapidly expending their energy.

Liu said, "At this stage of the competition, it has transcended the technical level. What follows is simply a contest of wills."

In other words, whoever has the stronger will will ultimately prevail.

boom!

"6-5, Hyotei Atobe!"

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

Atobe's final act of setting aside his so-called sense of honor rekindled the passion of these Hyotei team members who had previously lost all hope.

"Li Hai!" "Li Hai!" "Li Hai!"

On the other hand, although Rikkai's side didn't have a large number of people, the momentum they exuded was not much weaker than that of the opposing side.

Inoue exclaimed, "What a terrifying duel!"

The ball chased after ball, and the spirit of desperately trying to catch up after losing a ball gave him a jolt.

boom!

"19-18, Rikkai Niou!"

boom!

"32-31, Hyotei Atobe!"

"My God, it's been a full half hour since we entered Game 7. Where exactly is their limit?"

Click click...

"Ok?"

Hearing the strange noise, Kamio frowned slightly, but when he saw Tachibana's tightly clenched fist, his heart skipped a beat.

"Vice-Captain Sanada and Senior Yanagi..."

Kirihara astutely noticed that as the match between Niou and Atobe entered a prolonged battle, Sanada and Yanagi had lost their usual composure...

Looking out at the stadium, they seemed to see something indescribable.

Kirihara frowned. He had a vague feeling that Sanada and Yanagi were looking at tennis on a different level.

boom!

Another shot! Niou struggled to lift his racket and hit the tennis ball into the open space on Atobe's backhand.

"44-43, Rikkai Jin-oh is in the lead!"

"Inoue-senpai, what did you see?"

When Niou received the score, Saori Shiba keenly noticed that the excited look in Inoue's eyes immediately faded.

"soul!"

Inoue, a fan of over twenty years, closed his eyes and slowly savored the moment before remarking with emotion, "At this stage of the match, their tennis has lost all its technique and beauty. However, I see something in them that only professional players possess."

Swish!

Inui, who was recording the match, also turned to look over.

“This is the most captivating moment in tennis…” He looked up at Atobe, who was gritting his teeth and chasing the tennis ball with a ferocious expression, and said, “I feel like I’m witnessing the clash of two souls!”

boom!

He swung the heavy racket with all his might, his teeth chattering. But he absolutely couldn't afford to lose this point.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flew out, and Niou quickly ran over to it.

"No, we can't catch up."

The tennis ball was less than ten centimeters from his racket.

Swish!

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck Niou, who switched the racket to his right hand. He staggered slightly, using the momentum to hit the tennis ball.

"Dual-wielding..."

Looking at Niou's return shot, Atobe gave a wry smile.

Snapped!

Renou's return shot hit his racket perfectly. Already at his limit, his hand slipped, and the racket flew out of his hand.

"Chance!"