Prince of Tennis Fraudster

At the same time, her gaze shifted to Renwang, who was running left and right, and she thought to herself, puzzled, "This idiot, if he can't beat me, why doesn't he just give up?"

Seeing Renwang's exhausted appearance, she felt a pang of heartache.

"Huh? Why should I care about this guy?"

But then she suddenly realized something, pursed her lips, and continued to look at the competition field.

"Whoosh..."

As he ran, Niou gasped for breath. The burning sensation of the air burning through his throat made him extremely uncomfortable.

He was nearing his end. Even though his physical strength had improved considerably through training, the exertion he experienced in a duel against a master like Yukimura was far greater than when he fought the Jackal.

"No, I have to win this game!"

If he loses this point, he really has no chance at all in this game.

boom!

Yukimura's return shot hit a short distance to his side. He could have caught it if he had run at full speed. But, severely exhausted, he was a beat too slow. Seeing the tennis ball about to hit the ground, he gritted his teeth and lunged forward.

"This……"

Seeing Niou leap forward, a strange light flashed in Yukimura's eyes. Kitazono, on the other hand, gritted his teeth, feeling a pang of pain in his heart.

bump!

Niou tripped and fell, but he still managed to catch the tennis ball. Unfortunately, the ball got caught in the net.

"Divide it equally!"

"Whoosh..."

Lying sprawled on the ground, Niou's chest heaved as he gasped for breath of fresh air.

The score was tied, and he had no chance. No matter how hard he tried to catch up, he was ultimately just Yukimura's 'plaything'.

"Ah……"

A self-deprecating laugh escaped his lips, but a surge of anger suddenly welled up within Niou. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to his feet, his eyes fixed intently on Yukimura opposite him.

"Again!"

With a low shout, he switched the racket back to his left hand. He tossed the tennis ball up, swung his arm, and with a powerful thud, sent the ball flying.

"what?"

Suddenly, Kitaen covered her mouth and screamed. Her voice caught Niou's attention, and Niou was also stunned when he saw the girl.

Then Beiyuan pointed to his knees and then to Niou's feet.

"Ok?"

He looked down and his eyes narrowed into slits.

My knee is bleeding!

However, he didn't feel anything at all.

Does it cause pain?

Looking at the wound on his knee, Niou's heart sank. He hadn't expected Yukimura to use that move against him.

"Suppress the five senses!"

This is one of the most terrifying moves among the many ultimate techniques in the original work.

Pain, touch, sight, hearing, and other three-dimensional senses constitute the five senses in tennis. Yukimura, however, possesses the ability to continuously return the ball, causing his opponent to become numb and accumulate negative emotions, ultimately depriving them of their five senses.

But Niou never expected that Yukimura would use this move against him, a Kanto-level opponent.

"Does he intend to destroy me completely?"

Recalling the examples in the original work of players who had their five senses destroyed, leading to their resistance to tennis and even their abandonment of the sport, a nameless fire suddenly rose in Niou's heart.

"What a son of God! What a Yukimura Seiichi!"

With a flash of fierce light in his eyes, Niou suddenly unleashed a terrifying speed, rapidly moving towards Yukimura's return shot.

"Oh?"

Seeing the strange condition on Niou, Yukimura was somewhat surprised. But then, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"You're really surprising me more and more..."

His belief in King Ni grew stronger.

"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!"

Beiyuan gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath. In her eyes, Renwang was an idiot, a fool, and a complete moron!

Her right hand, which had been clenched into a fist, suddenly fell limply: "It's already like this, why keep hitting?"

However, Niou couldn't stop and give her a satisfactory answer... In fact, even he himself knew what his purpose was in continuing to fight like this.

Was it merely to vent one's anger...?

Unfortunately, Niou's mind gradually became numb, and he could only instinctively and mechanically catch the ball, no longer able to think.

Boom!

Yukimura's smash landed right in front of him, instantly creating a shockwave that spread outwards.

Niou froze, looked up, and saw Yukimura smiling as he said, "Game! Yukimura, 0-3!"

Lost!

The match he had the best chance of winning was lost so decisively. Even though he gave it his all, he couldn't score a single point against Yukimura.

"Forehead……"

As the surrounding light gradually dimmed, Niou blinked, but the blurry feeling not only did not disappear, but became even more severe.

Swish!

As if a television had been turned off, a white line flashed across Nioh's vision before turning completely black.

"Is this... a visual one?"

A dazed feeling washed over him. Meanwhile, Yukimura across from him showed no sign of stopping.

"His pupils..."

Kitaen, who was staring intently at Niou from afar, suddenly felt a jolt in his heart. His eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed, "Could it be...?"

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, Yukimura's serve suddenly exploded at Niou's feet. He was instinctively startled, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"Stop! Stop right now!"

Kitazono yelled at Yukimura, but the handsome and elegant young man paid no heed. He raised his racket and hit the serve again.

boom!

The sudden, loud noise made Niou's scalp tingle. However, the girl's sobbing voice that followed warmed his heart.

"Thank you, Beiyuan..."

"Stop! Yukimura Seiichi, hurry..."

Gradually, he could no longer even hear the girl's tearful questions.

"This time, is it hearing...?"

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Darkness [Seeking first subscriptions and self-subscriptions!]

The surroundings were pitch black, as if it were the end of the world, which plunged Niou's inner world into gloom.

It was as if an invisible wall blocked his way, but when he reached out, he couldn't reach the bottom. It was empty, and because he had lost his sense of touch, even the feeling of his feet touching the ground began to gradually weaken.

My whole being felt as if I had fallen into an endless, bottomless black hole. I kept falling, falling...

"It seems that this is the situation of Echizen in the original work."

There was no sound, no light, no objects, and no system. If he weren't capable of thought, Niou might even have suspected that he had fallen into a true, all-consuming black hole.

There is no time here; a thought is just a thought, but a thought can also be a day, a year, or even an era.

At first, he remained relatively calm, thinking he would return to normal after the competition. But the longer he waited, the stronger his anxiety became, and his composure gradually turned into anxiety and loneliness.

Humans cannot live without communication.

Over time, even language, thinking, and ideas can deteriorate. Therefore, Niou kept thinking about his past life, and every detail of it played out in his mind like a slideshow.

This is not his memory, or rather, not a memory consciously formed by his mind, but rather a record of his past experiences in his subconscious. It includes not only his past life, but also this life.

At the beginning of his journey, fragmented pieces slowly pieced together his current memories.

Parents from the past life, parents in this life, family, friends, and the owner who just cried.

Joining Rikkai University, becoming a regular player, winning the championship, going to the tournament...

"By the way, why did I come to participate in the competition..."

Suddenly, a bizarre idea popped into his head. But the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became.

"Even if he is the minister, why should I agree to his request? This is clearly an unequal competition!"

He never had any tennis dreams or thoughts of challenging stronger opponents. Because he had a system, he knew he wasn't particularly talented, but he could make up for it with the system.

This is a perfectly normal thought after having a system.

A grand dream for tennis?

He was sorry, but he never thought of that. With the system, he could easily complete tasks and achieve unprecedented success; his grand dreams and ultimate glory were within his grasp.

Therefore, his starting point was not Rikkai University, but U-17, which was the true stage to showcase his abilities.

Therefore, Rikkai's three-peat as the reigning champions didn't hold a strong place in his subconscious. He admired Rikkai, but that was all.

He never intended to fit into the group; becoming a starter was solely for his own sake, and to fulfill a promise he made to his father.

That's all...

That's why Kitazono sensed a quality in him that was completely out of place with Rikkai. He even said that Niou was a regular player, but not quite.

To Rikkai, he was an outsider. To him, Rikkai was also a strange place, the starting point of his illustrious life, an insignificant starting point.