Prince of Tennis Fraudster

Kirihara, who was sitting on the ground, exploded with negative emotions. His bloodshot eyes glared as he angrily asked, "What did you say?"

"Little Hai, I originally thought you were really amazing." Renwang smacked his lips and shook his head, "But now it seems that those seniors were just saying that to comfort you, right?"

"you wanna die!"

Enraged, Kirihara suddenly tossed the tennis ball into the air and slammed it down with his racket without any warning.

boom!

The tennis ball, like an enraged bull, charged towards Niou.

A close-range shot, and an aggressive one at that!

This was clearly a mistake. But Ren-wang didn't dodge or avoid it; instead, he took a step forward.

laugh……

He swung his arm, and the racket swung out, producing a loud sound as it rubbed against the air.

"Fluctuation~"

With a narrowed eye, Niou secretly activated his innate skill - Pseudo-Serious!

Thanks to the skill [Phantom], the talent Niou forged is very close to Kirihara's original talent 'Vicious'. His aggression increases dramatically, with attack skill bonuses approaching 5%!

boom!

The racket collided with the tennis ball, and the powerful impact made Niou's body jolted, but he did not move back even half a step.

"He wouldn't..."

Watching Niou swing his racket forward, push it with all his might, and then smash the tennis ball away.

scoff!

The tennis ball, shimmering like a beam of light, aimed directly at Kirihara. The fierce and terrifying force sent chills down Kirihara's spine, and the crimson in his eyes faded considerably due to fear, instantly clearing his mind.

"No!"

Kirihara yelled, closed his eyes, and held the racket in front of him.

Swish!

However, the wavy tennis ball bypassed him, hitting his side in a serpentine curve.

boom!

The tennis ball slammed into the ground with a loud bang.

"Plop~"

Kirihara's form shifted, eventually transforming into Niou. Looking at Kirihara curled up in a ball, he laughed and said, "Open your eyes and take a good look. Where did you hit that ball?"

"Uh?"

Upon hearing this, Kirihara released his hand from protecting his head. After realizing he was unharmed, he let out a long sigh of relief. At the same time, he glanced back with lingering fear at the slightly deep crater.

"I never expected his strength to have reached this level."

A sense of powerlessness rose in Kirihara's heart. Once upon a time, Niou even had trouble serving and was once called the 'lucky starter', but now he has replaced Yukimura as one of the new Big Three.

He was initially very dissatisfied, but this match completely silenced him.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, on your victory. Rating: A+. Reward: 2000 points and 10 reputation points."

"Ding!"

"Kirihara Akaya's favorability towards you +5, respect +20!"

"Kirihara Akaya's current attitude towards you is: awe, triggering the hidden quest [Awakening of the Devil]. Quest description: Kirihara harbors another self within him, and the host needs to help him achieve a spiritual fusion."

"Huh?"

Niou narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Kirihara.

"Kirihara!"

He walked up to Kirihara, his smile fading, and his expression turned serious. "If I'm not mistaken, there's another self hidden deep inside you, isn't there?"

Geek!

Kirihara's heart skipped a beat. This secret was unknown to his family, as well as to Yukimura and Sanada. So why did this person know it?

Swish!

At that moment, he felt the appearance of the King of Benevolence before him fluctuate and gradually transform into another person. Curly black hair, a pair of narrow eyes, and a slightly plump, handsome face.

"Gudu..."

Feeling as if he were looking in a mirror, Kirihara involuntarily swallowed. Subconsciously, he vaguely recalled fragments of himself in Niou's red-eyed form, and he stared at the other with his mouth agape in shock.

This person actually possesses such terrifying abilities?

Niou's style shifted, reverting to his original self. He said in a deep voice, "Do you want to solve this problem?"

Upon hearing this, Kirihara blurted out, "I want to!"

No matter how he tried, he had been troubled by that 'demon' for years. Whenever that ghostly consciousness appeared, he could only cower in a corner and watch it hurt people endlessly.

Niou's strength just now truly impressed him.

Although Akaya Kirihara was arrogant, he deeply respected strong individuals, such as the original three giants. Moreover, Niou was solving his problem.

It would be incredibly foolish to resist because of past grievances.

"It's very simple, just two words..."

Niou deliberately dragged out his words to draw Kirihara's attention, and slowly said, "Forge!"

exercise?

Kirihara frowned; these words didn't sound like a very targeted treatment. But seeing Kirihara's expression, Niou immediately understood what he was thinking.

"Concentration!"

Renwang said directly, "Your problem lies in your lack of willpower, which is why you were invaded by that consciousness. Overcome this weakness, and you will not be far from expelling evil thoughts."

"Well……"

His words made Kirihara frown.

Niou solemnly said, "Believe me, I overcame this problem through continuous training."

“But your usual training at school…”

"I train at home."

When lying, Niou remained completely calm and composed.

Upon hearing this, Kirihara finally nodded, bowed solemnly to Niou, and said, "I entrust this to you, Niou-senpai!"

"Okay, I'll organize the plan and give it to you tomorrow. That's all for today."

The little guy, who had been standing to the side, looked at him pitifully and said, "Silly brother, where's the takoyaki you promised me?"

"Huh? My wallet?"

Renwang's expression changed, and he lowered his head, looking around for his wallet. The little guy, of course, knew what he was thinking, and his lips trembled as if he was about to cry.

"Don't cry, little sister. Takoyaki, right? I'll take you to buy some later."

"Really?"

"real!"

Kirihara patted his chest, looking very serious.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll tell you a secret…” The little girl stood on tiptoe, and Kirihara half-squatted down. She whispered, “My silly brother only does one thing at home.”

Kirihara's face lit up with joy: "What is it?"

"Sleeping in late!"

Upon hearing this, Kirihara's smile froze instantly.

Chapter 72 County Competition [1/5, Please Subscribe!]

June 15th, sunny.

At 8:00 a.m., many junior high school students wearing different colored uniforms were coming and going in the central tennis park of Shonan City. They were observing the park in an orderly manner in groups.

Today marks the opening of the Kanagawa Prefecture tournament.

The weather was perfect; the rising sun, like a warm and inviting lamp, hung high in the sky. Xiangnan City, being a coastal city, has relatively humid air, and a gentle breeze brought a refreshing and pleasant feeling.

"Hey, did you hear? It seems that Yukimura from Rikkai is in the hospital."

"What? You're kidding me, right?"

"I'm not kidding you, it's true. A primary school classmate of mine who's in the Rikkai tennis club told me this secretly. Oh, and by the way, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone!"

"Don't worry, am I that kind of person?"

That being said, keeping someone's secret is something that most people find very difficult to do.

"Hey, did you know? Yukimura from Rikkai is sick!"

"What? Yukimura of Rikkai is seriously ill?"

"Tch, what nonsense. If Yukimura were truly on the verge of death, would this news have been kept secret?"

The rumors grew increasingly outrageous, eventually even including a claim that the person known as the Son of God had already passed away...

In the crowd, a young man with extremely short hair, styled into trapezoidal bangs, put down his beverage can and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Yukimura is in the hospital?"

He wore a team uniform with a blue and black color scheme, had thin, long eyebrows, and slightly narrow eyes. But deep within his dark brown pupils, a subtle, almost imperceptible glint of intelligence shone through.

From the conflicting information, he selected the one he felt was the most reliable. Deep inside, an indescribable excitement surged within him.

Throwing away the can, the young man followed the path and found his group. Including himself, there were eight people in total, led by a mature woman wearing a white lab coat and round glasses.

Her eyebrows were delicate and willow-like, and a beautiful beauty mark adorned the lower right side of her perfectly oval face. Her deep red hair cascaded down like a waterfall, vibrant and captivating.

A touch of lip gloss, sexy and alluring. And beneath the white lab coat, her full figure is faintly visible; the woman exudes the charm of a mature woman.

Like a blooming rose, delicate and beautiful.