Prince of Tennis Fraudster

Sanada swayed his arm slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips: "The same trick won't work on me the second time."

As he spoke, he retracted the part of his racket, moved the front of the racket to the position where he was aiming at the tennis ball, and caught it steadily with a thud.

"Such a quick reaction!"

Ogawa was startled. Faced with a smash coming straight at him, most people could only try to dodge and then return the shot. If their reaction was slow, they might even get hit.

But this guy wearing a hat managed to change his move in the fraction of a second it took for the tennis ball to hit him.

Taneshima narrowed his eyes slightly: "His movements just now seem to be hand gestures from kendo..."

"As expected of Sanada."

Having failed to land his first attack, Niou quickly switched to defense. He narrowed his eyes, carefully calculated, and then quietly activated a certain skill.

boom!

boom!

The two resumed their fierce fight.

"Hey……"

Just as the two were fiercely fighting, Yamaura quietly summoned his secretary, Ono, and whispered, "Quickly, go and find out information on these two people, the sooner the better!"

"Yes!"

Ono crouched low and quietly slipped out.

However, Tanejima and his companion observed all of this. They didn't react, but simply watched the match quietly.

Snapped!

After about four or five minutes of rallies, Niou suddenly dropped a short ball.

Tap tap!

Sanada strode to the net, glanced at Niou who was positioned in the middle of the court, ready to react and smash at any moment, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

Bang!

He lifted the tennis ball high into the air.

Ogawa narrowed his eyes: "Provocation!"

call!

Niou, without a second thought, leaped into the air and smashed the tennis ball with his racket.

Ogawa sighed inwardly, "Too impulsive!"

Boom!

With a muffled thud, Niou's smash was blocked by Sanada's mountain.

"Out!"

"0-30!"

However, Nagano's verdict surprised Sanada and the others watching from the sidelines.

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"It went out of bounds?"

Ogawa frowned slightly, but there was indeed a faint white mark remaining beyond the baseline behind Niou.

"That move... no!"

Sanada shook the racket; he could still clearly feel its weight and texture, his sense of touch had not been deprived.

But if it wasn't Yukimura's annihilation of the five senses, then what was it?

"Oh?"

Yamaura raised an eyebrow. As a former professional player, his knowledge was among the best of the group. He seemed to have vaguely sensed something from Niou's return shot.

"Hey!"

Taneshima chuckled, "This match is getting more and more interesting..."

Bang!

Sanada raised his eyebrows and once again lifted the tennis ball high.

Ogawa shook his head inwardly, while Yamaura, Tanejima, and the other two couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"What a stubborn guy..."

call!

Renou leaped up again, raised his racket, and smashed the ball down with a powerful blow.

boom!

The tennis ball plummeted, aimed at Sanada's backhand. Almost simultaneously, his body shifted slightly, his feet remaining perfectly planted in the ground. He swung his racket backhand, blocking Niou's smash.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, Sanada's body remained still, but his racket transformed into a corner of a mountain wall as he lobbed the caught tennis ball high into the air.

Pat-pat...

The tennis ball landed behind Niou and rolled in from outside the baseline.

"Out!"

"0-40!"

"Out of bounds again?"

Ozaki and his companion, who had witnessed the entire process, rubbed their eyes and stared at the spot where the tennis ball had landed.

A tiny white mark, no more, no less, exactly two or three centimeters from the bottom line.

"Or was that person's return shot just a coincidence...?"

Bang!

Sanada once again lobbed a high ball, and Niou smiled slightly and smashed it.

Boom!

"Out!"

"Game! Niou, 2-2!"

"Well……"

Sanada's brows furrowed, and he fell into deep thought.

Meanwhile, Yamaura frowned as he frantically searched his memory for similar matches to the one that had just occurred, but to no avail.

"and many more……"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he remembered an opponent he had faced in a professional match. His smashes and returns, though clearly aimed towards the court, all went out of bounds after hitting the ball at an angle.

Manmohan Kaul, a former Indian professional tennis player, is known for his psychological attacks. Yamaura was struck by his signature world-class technique – psychological manipulation!

"That blue-haired guy..."

With a change of heart, his gaze toward King Ren became even brighter.

Something's not right...

As the most insightful member of the team, Tanejima's vision and intuition even surpass those of the team leader.

"It wasn't that the guy in the hat missed, but rather that he was misled and missed?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his gaze to Niou.

The blue-haired man's returns seemed to have a certain bias, with the contact point constantly changing throughout the game. It was as if he was repeatedly telling his opponent, 'This power is the best choice for your return.'

The repeated statements seemed to be hinting at something, ultimately misleading the person wearing the hat.

"That's right, that's exactly it..."

A chilling glint flashed in Tanejima's eyes, but he quickly concealed it. Ogawa and the other two didn't see it, and Yamaura, caught up in his own speculation, also failed to notice.

"What on earth is that? Shuuji actually lost his composure..."

Sensing the change in the aura of the person beside him, Kimishima felt a slight chill. He had spent a considerable amount of time with Taneshima and knew that although he seemed carefree and irresponsible, he was actually a meticulous person.

Especially his heart, which could almost be described as truly immovable.

Ordinary people, even someone as skilled at disguising himself as Irie, cannot fool his eyes. And since Kimishima entered the training camp, he has never seen Tanejima behave in such a way.

His gaze followed Taneshima to the blue-haired youth. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying to find the reason for Taneshima's loss of composure.

On the field.

Sanada, who was preparing for the game, slowly raised his eyebrows and looked at Niou, who had a smile on his face. He said in a deep voice, "Why aren't you serving yet?"

"Ah……"

Niou chuckled softly; he knew that Sanada's heart was in turmoil.

He tilted his racket slightly, pointing it upwards at the monitor that was turning around, and said with a smile, "Let's end this match here."

"Hmph, you think you can escape?"

Sanada's gaze turned cold as he stared intently at Niou.

He knew the cameras were filming them, but so what? With his blood boiling, nothing was more important than the competition.

Let's stop here.

Niou's face turned cold, and he said, "Don't forget, next week is the final of the Kanto Tournament. We both need to be in top form."

Kanto Tournament!

Those four words struck Sanada's heart like a boulder. The cold, indifferent face that followed was like ice water, extinguishing the fighting spirit in Sanada's heart.

That's right, there's also the Kanto Tournament, and his opponent isn't Niou, but that guy.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and said, "Let's put today's match aside for now. As for the singles match, we'll discuss it with Liu on Friday."

As he spoke, he turned around to pack up his racket, while Renou also tucked his racket behind his back, glancing sideways at the glass wall.