Prince of Tennis Fraudster

On a whim, he took out the skill advancement card he had obtained during the daytime competition and, without much thought, chose to use it.

Swish!

However, unlike the aura of an evolved beast, Niou's vision suddenly went black, and then, similar to the situation in the simulated match, the space slowly opened up around him.

"This is……"

When Niou saw the stadium created by the system, his expression changed slightly.

The ancient temple, with its mottled walls, exudes a sense of Buddhist atmosphere and a touch of history. Not far away, a dark figure continuously strikes a large bell, the rhythm subtle and the atmosphere profound.

"wrong!"

After rubbing his eyes again, Niou looked up and his lips twitched.

On the bell tower not far away, a middle-aged man dressed in a black monk's robe picked his nose with one hand while flipping through 18+ books with the other.

"Duang! Duang! Duang..."

With each chime of the bell, Niou could see a foot wearing wooden clogs, its toes twirling up and down. It was none other than the tennis legend, Bang-Samurai Nanjiro, whom he had met once before in the virtual world.

"Ah?"

Suddenly, Nanjiro seemed to realize something, and immediately closed the book and hid it behind his back.

"Oh, it's you, teenager!"

But when he saw who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief and jumped off the clock tower with a smile.

"Huh?"

With his hands behind his back, Nanjiro tucked the magazine into his monk's robe and glanced at Niou with surprise.

"Not bad, they've actually grown to this level."

Suddenly, Niou felt as if everything about him had been seen through by the other party.

"Not bad, not bad."

Nanjiro stepped forward, patted Niou on the shoulder, and asked, "What did that person send you here for this time?"

As he spoke, King Asahi winked.

"This one……"

Niou's mind immediately tightened, and he carefully considered Nanjiro's words.

If Niou wasn't mistaken, "he" likely referred to the system. Although he didn't know why Nanjiro could sense the system's presence, it was clear that in this place, no matter how he called out to the system, he wouldn't get a response.

As for Nanjiro seeing through his strength at a glance, Niou wasn't surprised. After all, he had just competed against Atobe, and some of his fighting spirit and the feeling of being a national-level player still remained.

With a change of heart, he nodded and said, "I'm here to learn from you how to serve at a higher level."

"oh……?"

Nanjiro narrowed his eyes, his tone drawn out, and a powerful aura gradually gathered around him, causing Niou to instinctively resist.

"This road is not easy to travel..."

Nanjiro raised his head, a sharp glint in his eyes, and said, "Young man, are you ready?"

boom!

Suddenly, Niou felt that he was not facing a person, but a power that made his soul tremble instinctively.

"Ding!"

"The host has triggered a series of quests, [The Vanished Legend]. Do you wish to accept?"

A series of missions?

Niou's thoughts raced. This was his third consecutive quest chain, wasn't it? And the character he'd been triggered by was a legendary samurai. He was unsure what the final outcome of this series of quests would be.

For a moment, he hesitated.

"how?"

Nanjiro glanced at him in surprise and said, "Since you've already accepted two, why not accept a third?"

boom!

His words were like thunderclaps, making Renwang's scalp tingle.

"He actually knew...?"

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The chill was biting, and Nanjiro's words made Niou momentarily consider leaving the virtual space.

But having experienced time travel before, the initial shock gradually subsided. Taking a deep breath, Niou raised his head, his eyes fixed firmly on Nanjiro, and said, "I'm ready!"

"Ding!"

"The host has accepted the chain mission [The Vanished Legend], the first stage [The Secret of Topspin]. Mission objective: In this training, master the true essence of Echizen Nanjiro's topspin serve. Success: Proceed to the next stage. Failure: Erasure of all memories related to the topspin serve."

"call……"

Upon seeing the mission requirements, Niou let out a soft sigh. Erasing all of Wai-chan's memories, it seemed this series of missions was indeed far from simple.

Nanjiro, standing before him, laughed and said, "Very courageous. Well then, let me see just how capable you really are."

Swish!

After saying that, he turned his back, tied his hair up, and pulled out a chestnut-colored wooden racket from somewhere.

Next, the two went to the court, and Nanjiro took out a tennis ball from his pocket and gently tapped it.

"Young man, my time is limited, and I have many other things to do..."

"Bah!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the magazine he had clipped to his back fell out. An obscene image was laid out before Niou.

"Uh, haha..."

Nanjiro chuckled twice, quickly picked up the magazine and tossed it aside, his brow furrowing slightly as he said, "So, I'll only demonstrate five balls. Whether you can learn anything from it depends on your skills."

Upon hearing this, Renwang's eyes narrowed, and he simultaneously spread his legs and bent his body slightly. He knew that he absolutely could not blink during the next serve.

call!

On the opposite side, Nanjiro tossed the tennis ball into the air.

Then, he pushed off the ground with both feet and jumped up. At the same time, he swung his left hand, holding a racket, and swung it down from behind his head.

boom!

The tennis ball was hit, shooting towards Nioh like a yellow flash, landing with a thud, and then suddenly bouncing up.

Swish!

Instinctively sensing danger, Niou quickly closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

scoff!

Instantly, a sharp, cold wind lashed his face, stinging his cheeks. But Renwang, with his eyes closed, furrowed his brow slightly.

"No……"

He tried hard to recall Nanjiro's previous shots, but after the opponent raised his racket, all he could find were blank pages.

There is no information about racket tilt, contact point, or timing of the shot.

"Ah!"

Across from him, Nanjiro chuckled and looked up, saying, "Young man, didn't I tell you not to blink?"

"You have four more chances, don't waste them..."

As he spoke, he tossed the tennis ball into the air and leaped into the air.

Swish!

He spun the racket and flicked it down from behind his head.

boom!

With a loud bang, Niou's deep brown eyes suddenly narrowed.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball blurred into a yellow dot, darting from one end to the other in an instant. It landed with a thud, then bounced high into the air, heading straight for Nioh's face.

Swish!

At the critical moment, he quickly shook his head and began to recall the process of hitting the ball.

Toss the ball, jump, swing the racket...

But the timing, angle, and point of impact of the racket strike remained a complete blank. Nanjiro's swing speed was too fast; he couldn't catch any useful information at all.

"wrong!"

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, revealing a glint of light within them.

The memory of his swing was not entirely blank. As he recalled it, those gaps turned into mist, blurry and indistinct, as if concealing something.

"Not bad at all!"

On the other side, Nanjiro rubbed his nose and smirked, saying, "Third ball, watch closely..."

boom!

The tennis ball was struck, and Niou's pupils shrank to pinpoints. Tiny specks of white mist began to dissipate, but the true nature of the mist remained elusive.

"Ha, the fourth goal."

boom!

The image of the tennis ball being hit, the moment of impact, replayed endlessly in Niou's mind like a slideshow...

"No, I can't see it at all. Even if it's a random shot he throws, it's still beyond my reach..."

Niou's brow furrowed repeatedly. Only one ball remained, but he was still lingering outside the fog, unable to even glimpse the tip of Nanjiro's strength.

"Wait! The real strength... is here!"

He seemed to have found the key to the solution, and his heart was filled with joy. At the same time, he tried to keep his mind calm and relax his nerves, muscles, and breathing.