Prince of Tennis Fraudster

As he spoke, he hit the tennis ball.

Because of Ren's serve earlier, which embarrassed him, he put all his strength into this shot.

Bang!

The tennis ball landed and bounced up quickly.

However, Niou appeared just in time in front of the bouncing tennis ball. With a swing of his racket, he hit the ball away.

boom!

The tennis ball hit Nakajo's backhand far side, and he was stunned, never expecting his opponent's return to be so sharp.

"15-15!"

After announcing the score, Nakagawa frowned. With so many people watching, he couldn't continue to cover for the opponent. Furthermore, Niou's return shot was also unexpected.

Without the previous awkwardness, the opponent's return shot even had the feel of the players on the regular team.

The main selection?

The thought flashed through his mind, but Nakagawa quickly dismissed it: "How could that be?"

Those people are simply not on the same level as them. Even the gap between Yoshikawa and his group and the second-year Kirihara is insurmountable.

This Niou is at best comparable to Nakajo, and that's with the added advantage of his unorthodox serve. "Besides, whether he can even win this match, or even qualify for the tennis club, is another matter entirely..."

After all, Nakajo was not fighting alone.

boom!

"15-30!"

boom!

"30-30!"

boom!

"30-40!"

boom!

"Out! Deuce (split equally)!"

"Ok?"

Renou frowned. He had a great feel for returning that ball, but he hadn't expected it to go out of bounds.

However, he didn't think too much about it and focused on the game again.

boom!

As Nakajo serves, Niou's body moves forward at the same moment his racket hits the tennis ball.

The jackal exclaimed, "Not bad!"

As the game progressed, he discovered that this Niou was giving him the illusion that he was improving with every single shot.

"No." Seeing that Niou had once again accurately judged the direction, the jackal's eyes widened: "This is not an illusion."

boom!

The ball went straight towards the far baseline of Nakajo's side. He gritted his teeth and immediately chased after it. However, the ball was half a beat faster than his reaction time, and his outstretched racket did not touch the tennis ball.

"uot!"

"ad (serve advantage): 40!"

Nakagawa's voice startled Nakajo, but he quickly realized what was going on and a confident smile appeared on his face, as if to say, "Just as I thought."

"This ball..."

Niou narrowed his eyes, a hint of doubt in his long, narrow fox-like eyes.

The second time, the discrepancy between the feel of the shot and its actual effect gradually shook the confidence he had built up through consecutive points.

"My resolve wavered..."

Not far away, the squinting young man, noticing the change in Niou's expression, said, "Your skill has declined..." His eyesight was terrifying, as if he could see through Niou's mind.

He couldn't see the calm, resolute, and iron-willed King of the past in this person. On the contrary, the opponent's performance was full of flaws, and every move contained a fatal defect.

"Ugh."

The young man, Liu Lian'er, couldn't help but sigh. He had once given Niou a very high evaluation, but now it seemed that he had misjudged him.

"Sanada, what about you?"

The young man in the coat asked with a smile.

"Nonsense!"

The young man wearing a baseball cap was none other than Sanada Genichiro, the decisive and efficient vice-captain of Rikkai University. His eyebrows were sharp as knives, and his eyes flashed with two astonishingly fierce glints.

"Those two guys seem to have forgotten the rules of the King of Rikkai!"

"Ah……"

The young man in the coat, Rikkai's captain Yukimura Seiichi, smiled. His gaze fell on Niou again; he had a gut feeling that this man would win this match!

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Chapter Six: Understanding Weaknesses

boom!

boom!

In the crucial point of the third set, Niou and Nakajo engaged in a fierce battle, arguing back and forth for over ten rounds. To Marui and the others, their movements seemed slow, their reactions as sluggish as snails. But to the first-year students, it was anything but ordinary.

"So fast!"

"Is he really a beginner at this speed?"

"That's right, I heard he hasn't touched a racket in two years, yet he was able to play against that Rikkai player to a draw!"

The surrounding first-year students were buzzing with discussion. In their eyes, Niou and Nakajo's speed was something they could only look up to.

This is the difference between ordinary people and tennis players. Without specialized training, even capturing the movements is difficult.

Snapped!

The tennis ball hit Niou in front of him, while Nakajo, on the other side, was a few seconds slower in his return shot.

"Chance!"

Sensing a good opportunity, Niou aimed his racket at the tennis ball and slammed it down. At the same time, that subtle feeling returned.

"We've got the ball."

With a push of his racket, Niou hit the tennis ball to the other side, his anticipation rising. However, Nakagawa's ruling surprised him.

"Out!"

"Game! Nakajo, 2-1!"

Out of bounds again?

Upon hearing the verdict, King Ren was taken aback, then his fox-like eyes narrowed again. One coincidence is not surprising, but a series of coincidences is worth pondering.

Moreover, he seemed to have seen a similar situation somewhere before.

"I see……"

Involuntarily, the scene from the original story where Echizen was tricked by Sasabe and his referee friend flashed through his mind. And the ruling just now was so similar.

The only difference is that these two guys are much more blatant, considering that among the onlookers is Marui, a regular player with exceptional skills.

Even if Niou knew, what could he do?

Having clearly seen Marui cheating on the other side, he remained silent. Yet, he couldn't simply walk away; for a moment, Niou was caught in a dilemma.

"Don't panic, the key now is to hold your serve."

After switching sides, he gripped the tennis ball in his hand and composed himself.

call!

He tossed the tennis ball high into the air, and then, Niou jumped up, his racket flipping as it landed heavily on the ball.

boom!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew out. After landing in front of Nakajo, it spun along the ground.

"Damn it, that serve again!"

The serve is topspin, the tennis ball bounces at an angle that's directly in his face. This ball is difficult to return; you have to dodge it quickly, or you'll end up with a bruised and battered face.

call!

Nakajo, who wanted to dodge the ball, quickly turned his head away, stiffly avoiding the fiercely bouncing tennis ball.

Ouch... He touched his face, a burning sensation coming over him, making him wince in pain.

"What a great topspin serve!"

Nakajo stared coldly at Niou. He had to admit that Niou's progress was too great, from being teased by him at the beginning to being able to confront him head-on. It made him feel a little scared.

"15-0..."

Nakagawa's voice was also somewhat unsettled. With his outside spin serve, this guy was really getting better and better.

boom!

"30-0!"

boom!

"40-0!"

boom!

"Game! Niou, 2-2!"

With each shot, Niou became increasingly adept at hitting topspin, while Nakajo grew more and more apprehensive the more he dodged. Had he not remained constantly focused, he probably would have already collided with the ball in the face.

He turned around and gave Nakagawa a wink, and the other nodded in understanding.