Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"Match over! Renou wins, score 6-0!"

"Wow, six to zero! I remember the last time this guy played against Nakajo, it was six to two, right?" someone exclaimed.

It's important to understand that Nakajo was a non-regular pick, a mid-to-lower tier player. Nakagawa, on the other hand, was a mid-to-high tier player, possessing extraordinary strength. Yet, he suffered an even more crushing defeat!

"This guy is growing really fast. Maybe, just maybe he can..."

"Don't even think about it. Although there aren't two starters in Group D, that Yoshikawa is an ambitious guy."

"That's true..."

Niou paid no attention to the whispers of those around him. He stepped forward, shook Nakagawa's hand, and said, "It was a wonderful match."

"Uh, um."

Nakagawa was taken aback at first, then gave a wry smile. It was indeed exciting, but I was being completely dominated.

Recalling Niou's fierce attacks during the previous match, a thought flashed through Nakagawa's mind: "Perhaps, this guy can actually succeed!"

Once the team dispersed, Renwang put away his racket and went to other courts to observe.

At the same time, the system's voice rang in his mind.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, on your victory! Rating: A, reward: 800 points!"

With a rating of A, the reward was only 800 points, and Niou frowned.

System: "Ordinary task, ordinary contestant. This is just a simple competition, so this reward is normal."

"Simple?"

Ren-ou was somewhat surprised, but recalling the ease with which he had felt during the match, he nodded in agreement. Indeed, the match hadn't been evenly matched, much less a hard-fought battle.

At the same time, he checked his points.

Adding the points I had before, and the two tasks I completed today, I have exactly 2000 points. Not much, just enough for two lottery draws.

As he walked, Niou pressed the lottery button.

Splash!

The pointer spun wildly, finally stopping on the skills section.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill 'Sichuan Cuisine of Chinese Cuisine' (lv1)!"

"Cooking skills?"

Renwang's eyelids twitched, but at the same time, a lot of information about Sichuan cuisine and its preparation suddenly flooded his mind.

He laughed and said, "Not bad, it's been a long time since I've had hometown food."

With another swipe of the finger, the lottery button was pressed. The pointer spun and finally stopped on an item in the inventory.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained the special item [Yagyu's Wig]!"

Yagyu's wig: Increases the deceptiveness of the makeup Yagyu and raises the probability of deception.

"Good stuff, keep it."

After closing the status bar, he arrived at another stadium.

boom!

The tennis ball hit the ground hard like a cannonball, then bounced up and scorched the wall.

"Match over! Sanada wins, score 6-0!"

"That's it?"

Niou was somewhat surprised, knowing that Sanada's opponent was Marui, also a regular player, who had also been defeated. Marui, known as Rikkai's genius, was so easily defeated in front of the Emperor.

Just how terrifying is this Sanada?

Niou's heart tightened. If Sanada was like this, what about Yukimura, Tezuka, and the super genius Echizen?

The future is not all smooth sailing...

"Marui!"

Sanada stepped onto the front court, shook hands with Marui, and said in a deep voice, "Your technique is good, but you should also work on your strength and stamina."

"slightly……"

Marui released his grip and stuck out his tongue at Sanada. However, as he turned away, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Sanada wasn't like this before. He was confident, composed, and never gave me any advice. But just now, I saw a hint of panic in him... Hmm, I guess I was just imagining things!"

He shook his head. With Marui's optimistic mindset, he wouldn't pay too much attention to such things.

In Group A, Sanada is far ahead of the pack.

In Group B, no one dared to challenge Yukimura.

In Group C, Liu decisively suppressed Kirihara and took the lead in the standings.

Rikkai's three giants held an absolute advantage, showing their opponents what despair truly meant.

In the afternoon, the second match of Group D took place.

Crunch!

When Niou entered, he found someone practicing in the training area. The person was of medium build, with short, black hair, and their training was methodical and disciplined.

Niou asked, "Kichikawa-kun?"

"Forehead."

The man stopped what he was doing and turned around. He had a square face, a broad nose, and a slightly protruding jaw. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he exuded a subtle air of determination.

"A hardworking player," was Nioh's first impression.

"It's Niou."

Yoshikawa greeted him, but he didn't pay much attention to his opponent in the next match, instead focusing all his energy on warming up.

Seeing this, Niou didn't think much of it and started warming up as well.

Ten minutes later.

Referees and spectators alike gathered around, the number even greater than in the morning. It was clear that the second match in Group D was attracting considerable attention.

"In the morning's match, Yoshikawa lost to the Jackals. This match will determine who will be Rikkai's eighth starter."

"I bet Yoshikawa, a roll of sweatband."

"I bet on Niou, a box of top-quality network cables."

The noise from the sidelines did not affect Niou and Yoshikawa's mindset. The two guessed who would serve and retreated to the baseline.

The referee announced, "The match begins. Renwang serves. Game one!"

"Losing to Jackal this morning was expected. Even though he is the weakest singles player among the main players, he is still much stronger than me."

Yoshikawa's emotions were in turmoil, and many thoughts flashed through his mind. He looked up at Niou, who was about to serve, and his gaze became much more solemn.

"He'll likely hit an outside spin shot. I've watched his match against Nakajo; the angle at which the ball bounces is indeed very sharp. But I'm not Nakajo; in that situation, I can still react in time..."

boom!

Just as he was muttering to himself, there was a loud thud, and the tennis ball flew over and landed at his feet.

chi chi...

The tennis ball spun rapidly, and Yoshikawa instinctively moved aside to hit the ball sideways.

Whoosh!

However, the tennis ball bounced faster than he had expected. It whooshed past him, the strong wind stinging his cheeks.

"15-0!"

Yoshikawa's expression changed, and he stared intently at Niou opposite him.

"His skills have become so terrifying?"

Chapter Twenty-Six: Winning Streak

"Amazing!" Exclamations of surprise came from the audience outside the venue.

The outside spin serve is not a common serve. It is a type of serve that is difficult to learn and master. Those who are capable of practicing it will not specifically train it, while beginners are prone to injury.

A third-grader frowned: "Why do I feel like the topspin serve just now was faster than before?"

“Hey? Now that you mention it, it’s true!” someone chimed in.

Niou's rapid improvement was no secret within Rikkai. But it wasn't until actual matches, when they truly saw his topspin shot come out, that they truly realized just how terrifyingly fast his progress was.

boom!

The tennis ball was hit, landed, spun, bounced, and turned into a bright yellow light that flashed past Yoshikawa's eyes.

"30-0!"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down his cheek.

He was unable to return the serve. He had spent the entire noon practicing side-stepping to avoid it, but he hadn't expected his opponent's skill to improve so quickly.

boom!

"40-0!"

boom!

"Game! Nioh, 1-0, switch sides!"

At the end of the game, Renou's sharp serve stunned Yoshikawa. Meanwhile, the spectators watching from the sidelines got goosebumps.

Off the field, Sanada and Yanagi stood at the corner, the latter squinting as he said, "Yoshikawa's mind is in turmoil."

"not necessarily."

Sanada had a certain fondness for Yoshikawa. Although he wasn't particularly talented, he was hardworking and ruthless. Even among the non-regulars, Yoshikawa's strength was top-tier.