Prince of Tennis Fraudster

In an instant, the tide of the game turned.

"Whoosh..."

Under the jackal's onslaught, Niou was forced to run left and right, increasing his stamina consumption. In just one round, his weakness in stamina was exposed once again.

“I don’t have enough stamina…” Inoue shook his head.

Beside him, Kura Ren's high, furrowed brows gradually relaxed. To him, Niou's path in tennis was far less important than his future in mathematics. It was his responsibility as a teacher to cut it off as early as possible and guide him onto the right path.

boom!

Jackal's serve was much faster than in the first game, just as Liu had analyzed. The first game was merely a test for him to observe his opponent's condition.

Snapped!

The tennis ball landed next to Niou, but the exhaustion from the previous game, coupled with Jackal's serious serve, left him wanting to return the ball but unable to.

"15-0!"

"That's the end of this match!"

Many second- and third-year players shook their heads. Niou might be strong, but compared to a true starter like Jackal, the gap in strength was significant.

Perhaps this proves their point, because Niou didn't try to catch any of the four balls in a row.

"Game! Jackals, 2-1, switch sides!"

As the referee's voice faded, Renwang took a deep breath and headed towards the other side. As he brushed past the jackal, the other smiled and shook his head at him: "You have good talent. If it weren't for what happened two years ago, I definitely wouldn't be your match."

But Niou did not reply and walked straight to the other side.

"The third game begins, Renou serves, game one ends!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Renou's eyes lit up, and he prepared to take out a tennis ball.

"Haven't given up yet?"

"Hey! Does he still dream of defeating the jackal?"

"What an overconfident fool!"

Those who were initially intimidated by Niou's strength began to mock and ridicule him.

On the contrary, Marui and Yanagi's eyes lit up.

Inoue raised an eyebrow, and said with some excitement, "Interesting..."

Renwang then swung his racket and switched it to his right hand.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Right Hand External Rotation

"Switch to your right hand?"

Seeing Ren switch his racket to his right hand, Jackal raised an eyebrow. Judging from this stance, his opponent was about to serve.

"What a pity..." he sighed inwardly.

Niou has great potential; after a month of training, he might become very useful. However, Jackal seems to look down on him now.

The saying goes, "He who knows others is wise; he who knows himself is enlightened."

Perhaps the opponent had become arrogant due to two consecutive victories. Shaking his head, a fierce glint gathered in the jackal's eyes. Perhaps it was time for him to show the opponent the difference in their abilities.

call!

At that moment, Niou moved his left hand and lightly tossed the tennis ball into the air. At the same time, he landed on both feet and leaped high into the air.

"It really is exospin!"

Jackal became even more certain of his previous opinion of Niou and became even more determined to teach him a painful lesson.

Swish!

As Niou raised his right arm, the racket swung past behind his head, striking the falling tennis ball. At the same time, he recalled every movement of Nanjiro's serve in his mind.

Natural, spontaneous, and with confidence rooted in both.

boom!

The tennis ball was struck by the racket, producing a crisp sound. Instantly, the tennis ball, propelled by the force of the impact, shot out.

Whoosh!

A pale yellow light flashed by, and the first-year students only saw a blur before the tennis ball landed in front of the jackal.

Inoue exclaimed in surprise, "So fast!"

Marui and Yanagi's expressions also changed, not because of the speed of Niou's serve, but because they sensed a certain charm in it.

It's a kind of charm that can only be understood intuitively and cannot be described in words!

Bang!

The tennis ball landed and immediately began to spin rapidly on the ground.

chi chi...

The jackal was quick; it immediately sidestepped, hooked its racket with its right hand, and raised it as if to return the shot.

Swish!

However, the tennis ball, which was spinning on the ground, suddenly bounced up and came straight at his face.

"Oops!"

The jackal was startled and quickly shrank back.

scoff!

The whirlwind from the spinning tennis ball whipped at his face, making the jackal bare its teeth. With a clang, the tennis ball pierced the wire mesh and became embedded, startling the person standing outside, who jumped back.

"15-0!"

The entire room was completely silent.

Shock, astonishment, curiosity… Whether they were from the tennis club or not, whether they were regular players or not, everyone was stunned by Niou's serve. Including Jackal, who was still stiffly leaning to one side.

"Gudu..."

He swallowed hard, a bead of cold sweat beading on his chocolate-colored skin. Had he been even a fraction slower in dodging the serve, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"I never expected your serve to be so powerful!"

He shook his head, his gaze darkening as he re-examined his opponent, a man with silver-blue hair. A faint smile, and a hint of lingering fatigue. The jackal realized he suddenly couldn't quite see through this guy.

"This external rotation..."

Off the field, Liu stroked his chin, a barely perceptible glint of shrewdness flashing in his narrowed eyes.

"It seems he has grasped the essence of external rotation!"

Just then, a gentle yet slightly magnetic voice rang out. Marui and Yanagi turned around simultaneously and saw Yukimura and Sanada approaching together. Behind them was Shiba Saori, whose eyes sparkled with hearts.

The second and third-year students nearby also realized what was happening and quickly greeted the two. Yukimura nodded and stood in the middle.

call!

Niou tossed the ball again, jumped up with both feet off the ground, and skillfully flipped his racket-wielding right hand down from behind his head to hit the tennis ball.

"Oh?"

Yukimura was somewhat surprised, and Sanada's eyes also showed a strange light.

boom!

The tennis ball was hit and flew towards the jackal. Remembering his previous experience, he dared not be careless. He quickly sidestepped, his right hand swinging the racket even faster than before, but he missed.

"Oops!"

The jackal broke out in a cold sweat as the tennis ball, still spinning on the ground, suddenly bounced up. Startled, he quickly ducked his neck and narrowly avoided the ball.

"30-0!"

Too slow!

The jackal, having dodged the tennis ball, felt a chill run down his spine. His serve had been a few minutes slower than the previous one, causing him to return the ball too early and nearly cost him dearly.

"He can actually control the timing of the tennis ball's bounce?"

On the other side of the crowd, Inoue looked at Niou with surprise as he let out a sigh of relief. "Has this guy really not touched a racket in two years?"

Shock, confusion, and surprise!

A mix of emotions welled up in Inoue's heart; he felt that he had finally found a role in this issue of the tennis weekly.

On a whim, he quickly took out the camera he had prepared beforehand and took a few close-up shots of Niou as he tossed the tennis ball.

"Uh……"

Seeing this, Cang Lian felt a pang of sadness, but then he sighed.

"I hope your dream comes true..."

He shook his head and turned to leave the stadium.

boom!

"40-0!"

boom!

"Game! Nioh, 2-2, switch sides!"

Jackal struggled to keep up with four consecutive shots, but with little success, and Ren easily won the game.

Outside the court, the two players who had switched positions passed each other by.

Niou remained silent as before. The jackal, however, sensed a faint pressure.

"This guy..."

Jackal glanced at the departing Renwang and clenched his fist. He hadn't expected this man's talent to be even more terrifying than he had anticipated.

"You've mastered that serve to this level in just one week. Masaharu Niou, I must say, you're truly amazing."

He took his position, took out a tennis ball, tossed it up, and then hit the ball with a half-jump.

boom!