Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"Controlling the service game does not guarantee victory."

Snapped!

Snapped!

At one end of the court, Yoshikawa gently tapped the tennis ball. His expression was solemn, and he was highly focused.

Ren's topspin serve is very strong, and he is currently unable to return it. In other words, he must hold his serve in this match.

This was the first time he had ever felt such pressure. His mind was like a taut string, not daring to relax even for a moment.

"I must win this match!"

With his mind made up, he tossed the tennis ball into the air, then leaned his body slightly forward, swung his left arm and swung the racket sharply towards the tennis ball.

boom!

With a resounding boom, the power of Yoshikawa's shot was evident from the sound alone.

Serve with power!

This is just one of the ordinary serves, but Yoshikawa has been practicing it for over two years, starting in his first year. In his hands, this move is exceptionally powerful.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball descends from its highest point, forming a trajectory that curves in the middle and remains straight at both ends. Just before reaching Nioh, it suddenly plummets.

"That was no easy goal..."

Niou, running, took his position before the tennis ball hit the ground. However, he dared not be careless; Yoshikawa's strength was probably even greater than Yamazaki's.

Bang!

The tennis ball landed and then bounced up sharply.

Right now, Niou moved his left hand and passed the racket out, cutting into the bottom of the tennis ball. With a thud, the tennis ball landed in his hand, and his hand and racket sank slightly under the force.

"really!"

The force was no less than when he received Yamazaki's powerful smash yesterday. The tennis ball, like a wild beast, constantly impacted and squeezed the racket face.

Hiss...

As the racket face and net strings constantly deformed, Renwang, with quick reflexes, lowered his left hand slightly, tilting the racket face. The tennis ball, like a pool of water that had been trapped, suddenly found an outlet and moved towards the top of the racket.

laugh!

As the ball and racket rubbed against each other, and just as the tennis ball was about to reach the edge of the racket, a glint flashed in Niou's eyes, and he flung the tennis ball away.

The entire process took only a few seconds, almost instantaneous.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flew out, making a huge arc, from right to left, and hit the inside of the sideline.

"0-15!"

The entire room fell silent.

A gentle breeze blew by, fluttering the hem of Niou's robes and making him even more outstanding.

"Impossible...it must be a coincidence..."

Yoshikawa looked blank for a moment, then his spirits lifted and he naturally pulled a tennis ball out of his pocket.

"That's right, that ball was just a fluke."

call!

With renewed determination, Yoshikawa tossed the tennis ball into the air once more. He swung his racket and smashed the ball powerfully.

boom!

The tennis ball was struck, and as before, it hit Niou's left side with great force.

Tap tap!

The swiftly moving Niou judged the ball's trajectory and swung his racket. He caught the ball, slammed the racket down, and just as the tennis ball was about to touch the edge of his racket, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"We've got it!"

Sensing that subtle feeling, Niou flicked his racket and flung the tennis ball away.

Whoosh!

This time, the arc of the tennis ball was exactly the opposite of the previous angle, from left to right.

Seeing this, Yoshikawa on the opposite side quickly ran to catch the ball, but it seemed he couldn't catch it. He leaped into the air and threw out his racket with all his might, but it was still an inch too late.

bump!

Yoshikawa fell heavily to the ground.

"0-30!"

"Ugh……"

Niou sighed. This Yoshikawa was indeed impressive. Just from that reckless action, one could see his burning desire for victory.

"Unfortunately, I must get that spot on the main team!"

boom!

"0-40!"

boom!

"Game! Niou, 2-0!"

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, on mastering this ultimate technique! Please name it!"

At that moment, a system voice suddenly sounded in Niou's mind, and he was taken aback.

"No way?"

In his view, he had simply used the tension of the racket and the perfect amount of spin.

System: "Please name it, host."

"Well……"

Renwang thought for a moment and realized that the return shot he had just made was actually a type of curve shot, but it was still different from Haitang's snake shot.

"Let's call it the Reverse Snake Ball."

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, for mastering the skill Reverse Snake Ball! Reward: 500 points!"

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Special External Rotation

Reverse Snake Shot Lv1 [White]: By using the friction between the racket face and the tennis ball, and seizing the right moment, flick the ball out. Prerequisite: The opponent's return (serve) must be powerful enough to generate enough spin.

"White……"

Upon seeing the quality of the skill, Niou couldn't help but shake his head.

This skill is more of a technique than a skill. A player of Atobe's caliber could easily imitate it bare-handed.

However, it's perfect for dealing with an opponent like Yoshikawa.

Two to zero.

Sanada shook his head and sighed, "I didn't expect him to grow up faster than I imagined."

The outcome of this match is already decided.

Yoshikawa's talent was ultimately too lacking; two years of relentless training couldn't match Niou's less than a week's worth of training. The difference between the two was simply too great.

Yoshikawa seemed to realize this as well, but he did not give up. After losing three games in a row, he launched a fierce attack when it was his turn to serve again.

boom!

boom!

The intense offensive made Niou feel a bit strained. But that was all; Yoshikawa was a fighter who was severely biased towards strength and stamina. After Niou withstood that wave of attacks, he ran out of steam.

After Renou figured out his return habits, he became increasingly passive. Finally, in the 23rd minute, Renou won the match with a smash.

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

Off the field, the third-year students who witnessed Renou's impressive performance were all stunned. His skill level had undergone a qualitative leap compared to a week ago. And this victory also sealed Rikkai's eighth-place finish in the regular squad.

Because Niou's next opponent was only about as strong as Nakagawa, or even a few points weaker.

In front of the net.

With sweat still clinging to his forehead, Niou grasped Yoshikawa's hand and laughed, "Your attacks in the last few minutes were truly sharp."

He was telling the truth. If Yoshikawa's skills improved further, he probably wouldn't be able to defend against him. After all, his opponent's stamina was far superior to his pitiful 2 points.

A severe imbalance in their skills was the main reason for Yoshikawa's loss.

Yoshikawa shook his head and smiled wryly: "Congratulations. Seriously, I've been dreaming of wearing the jersey of a regular player since my first year."

After saying that, he turned around and left the field dejectedly.

Watching his retreating figure, Niou said nothing. Failure is an important and inevitable part of life, and it's not something to be afraid of.

This loss only proves that Yoshikawa isn't suited for tennis. Life still offers him many other choices.

"Without the system, I might not even be as good as him, right?"

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, on your victory! Rating: A, reward: 900 points!"

The 900 points are probably because Yoshikawa is stronger than Nakagawa.

When Niou got home, it was already past six o'clock. After taking a hot shower, he stayed in his room, picked up the book "The Conman's Paradise," and began to read it with great interest.

When it was time for dinner, he went to the living room. His father, Zhenlian, was looking at the newspaper, his brows gradually furrowing. His mother brought out the food, and his younger sister was playing with toys, seemingly engrossed in something.

The mother smiled and said, "Yaji's here! Come on, sit down and eat."

Xia Shi pouted, gave him a disdainful look, and then jumped off the stool. Her small body followed closely behind, and like a little adult, she ladled out rice. Afterward, she pouted at Ren Wang: "Stupid brother, can't you even serve yourself rice?"