Prince of Tennis Fraudster

My personality has changed!

Niou, who was familiar with the original work, knew that Kirihara harbored another personality. That personality represented his negative emotions: violence, bloodshed, and hatred. This Kirihara was synonymous with evil.

"Jie Jie~"

Kirihara suddenly burst into laughter, leaving the little girl eating takoyaki stunned. She stared in disbelief and said, "You idiot big brother with the seaweed head, have you gone mad?"

Crack!

At that moment, Kirihara used his left hand to squeeze and bounce the tennis ball up, and the tennis ball made a crackling sound as it flew into the air.

I want to... dye you red!

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boom!

Kirihara swung his racket and smashed the tennis ball, sending it flying with a loud thud.

"..."

The terrifying change frightened the little guy so much that he dared not speak for a moment.

Tap tap!

Upon hearing the sound, Renou on the opposite side moved quickly, shifting his body to the spot where the tennis ball would land. But as soon as he stood still, the tennis ball hit the ground with a thud.

chi chi...

Like a wound-up top, the tennis ball began to spin intensely, and its speed increased rapidly.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, while still considering how to receive the ball, Niou sensed an extreme sense of danger. He instantly dodged, avoiding the tennis ball that bounced back suddenly.

boom!

The tennis ball embedded itself in the rusty wire mesh, its force still lingering, causing the mesh to vibrate violently.

"Jie Jie~"

Across from him, Kirihara, his eyes red, licked his lips and said, "15-0!"

Knuckle serve!

The purple-level serve, due to the squeezing of the fingers and the special technique used when striking the ball, makes the irregularity of the tennis ball even more terrifying than that of an outside spin.

One of the reasons is the surge in power caused by the red eyes of all causes.

"call……"

Niou took a light breath, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he secretly reviewed the various changes in the tennis match in his mind.

"Irregular changes, unpredictable frequency, it's a wonder this guy has mastered this ability..."

To some extent, the terror of the knuckle serve is due to Kirihara's 'sinister' talent, which increases skill attack power by 5%, and the clearly stated 'increases aggression'.

However, everything has its advantages and disadvantages. Greater aggression also means that Kirihara's stamina will be depleted more quickly. In view of this, Niou can devise a plan that guarantees victory.

However, his thoughts went beyond that.

Kirihara was one of the few remaining members of Rikkai who didn't accept his authority, and also the only regular player among them—their backbone. If he were to be defeated simply through a war of attrition, he probably wouldn't be truly convinced.

"Perhaps it can be done like this..."

Renwang's eyes lit up, and with a thought, he masked the attributes of the 'Buddhist beads' in his backpack, while secretly activating the Phantom skill.

"Hahaha!!!"

On the other side, with a sneer, Kirihara once again delivered a knuckle serve.

boom!

The tennis ball landed and began to spin intensely.

Whoosh!

Before Renwang could even observe, the tennis ball suddenly jumped up, its angle slightly deflected, and came straight at his face.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and Renou seized the opportunity to shield himself with his racket. With a thud, the tennis ball struck the racket and bounced off. He was thrown to the ground by the force of the impact.

In the instant he fell to the ground, he redirected the negative emotions that his body instinctively generated in another direction.

Pat-pat...

The tennis ball flew over the net and landed in front of it.

"whispering sound……"

He smacked his lips, a wisp of cold air escaping from between his teeth; Kirihara wasn't entirely satisfied with the result of the shot. But then, he raised his eyelids, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the fallen Niou, and a smile crept across his face.

"Niou, stop pretending to be dead! I haven't completely dyed you red yet!"

"Oh, really?"

The response from the fallen King was a few degrees sharper than before, and the tone and quality of his voice seemed somewhat familiar to Kirihara.

"Dye it red..."

Niou stood up, his clothes rippled and trembled, his aura and temperament began to change, and even his silver-blue hair gradually turned into curly black hair.

"what?"

The little girl outside the stadium was startled. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open, almost big enough to swallow an egg: "Brother Hai...? No, it's Stupid Brother!"

At either end of the court stood Kirihara, his eyes bloodshot.

"Uh, this..."

Kirihara's aura faltered, and he squinted at Niou opposite him. The curly hair, red eyes, clothing, and even the subtle changes in his face were almost identical to his own, giving him the feeling of looking in a mirror.

"Humph!"

But then, the crimson in his eyes intensified, and he sneered, "You're just bluffing."

Crack!

After saying that, he flicked his wrist and tossed the tennis ball into the air.

boom!

With a downward press of the racket, he delivered another knuckle serve.

chi chi chi...

Watching the tennis ball spin rapidly after landing, Kirihara's lips curled up, and he slightly shifted his body, avoiding the suddenly bouncing tennis ball at the best angle.

At the same time, he hooked the racket with his left hand, blocking the tennis ball that was launched outwards.

"impossible!"

Kirihara's expression changed; he knew Kirihara's knuckle serve all too well. Even Vice-Captain Sanada would need at least three balls to break it, and the only one who could see the changes in the tennis ball within two balls was Captain Yukimura.

The fact that Niou was able to catch it means...

"How is that possible? Who is he? He's just a tennis novice, how could he possibly reach that monster's level!"

The monster Kirihara mentioned was Yukimura.

boom!

But no matter how he thinks about it or denies it, Niou's return of his knuckle serve is a fait accompli.

Tap tap!

With a quick thought, Kirihara moved swiftly, desperately intercepting Niou's return shot. Once in position, he took his stance, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Snapped!

The racket was extended, lightly slicing the surface of the tennis ball, producing a pretty good short shot.

"Ah……"

Niou's 'Kirihara' form smiled. In this state, although he couldn't fully understand Kirihara's inner thoughts, he was perfectly clear about the meaning behind every subtle action Kirihara made.

Tap tap!

With a thought, he quickly moved towards the net, while Kirihara on the opposite side also moved towards the net at the same time, changing his posture as if to block the net.

Snapped!

With a slight smile, Niou, who had seen through Kirihara's scheme, lightly sliced ​​the tennis ball away.

"Oops!"

Kirihara, who had been preparing to smash, was taken aback and quickly changed his stance, moving towards the net. His racket barely managed to stop the tennis ball, and he helplessly flicked a high shot.

call!

On the opposite side, a figure leaped into the air.

Kirihara looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting. He saw the 'Kirihara' that Niou had conjured up, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he slammed his racket down.

"Dye it red!"

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boom!

Kirihara, with his eyes red, instinctively closed them. Then, a loud bang suddenly exploded in his ears.

boom!

It sounded like a cannonball landing, so heavy it sent chills down Kirihara's spine.

However, when he stood up, he realized that he was not injured. Looking down, he saw a shallow white crater beside him, from which black smoke was constantly being emitted.

"He wasn't aiming at me?"

He was taken aback at first, then the crimson in his eyes deepened even further. "This guy actually dared to play me?"

Anger, humiliation, and grief intensified Kirihara's negative emotions. His aura fluctuated constantly, making him extremely unstable.

"hehe."

Seeing this, Niou's 'Kirihara' laughed. He tilted his head and looked at Kirihara sitting on the ground with disdain, saying, "Kirihara Akaya, you're nothing special. I'm afraid I'll get my racket dirty if I stain you red."

boom!