Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"This……"

Seeing this, Kirihara, who had been watching the match with great interest, was somewhat stunned. "What on earth is this guy thinking?"

In the first game where Shencheng used Mirage, he sensed its hidden dangers. After two games, he had discovered its most fatal weakness.

However, Niou did not retaliate.

Liu said softly, "Aka, don't worry, I think he has his own reasons."

Who's in a hurry?

Kirihara snorted and tilted his head away.

Liu smiled and turned his gaze back to the arena. He knew that Renwang couldn't possibly have missed the fatal flaw of this ultimate move. But he hadn't taken any action; perhaps he was plotting something more important...

The situation was indeed as Liu had imagined.

Tap tap!

Niou, moving swiftly towards the tennis ball, watched every detail of Shinjo's return shot replay in his mind's eye. Furthermore, he was gathering information about the so-called mirage bit by bit through firsthand observation.

boom!

The racket made contact with the tennis ball, but the original topspin turned into backspin. The tennis ball entered the racket and squeezed it downwards with tremendous force, exceeding Nioh's expectations and knocking the racket away.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, for mastering the skill Phantom Style Fighting Technique lv1 [Blue]. Reward: 1000 points."

"Ding!"

"The fusion rate of the Phantom Style and Skill Phantom has been detected at 95%. Do you want to merge them?"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, King Ren's expression froze for a moment, then his face lit up with joy.

Chapter 78 Orange Phantom [2/5, Please Subscribe!]

"Fusion!"

He made a choice immediately, and instantly, he felt the mirage in his memory constantly changing. A powerful sense of mental pressure caused cold sweat to continuously seep from his forehead.

"Ok?"

Sanada, sitting on the coach's bench, had a hint of surprise on his expressionless face. "What on earth is this guy up to?"

Admittedly, there was still a gap between him and Niou. However, he wouldn't underestimate Niou's strength; he had witnessed Niou's changes over the past month. Therefore, he didn't believe that this level of competition would leave Niou helpless.

The other Rikkai members also noticed Niou's change, but most of them remained silent, pretending not to hear. They were silent, but some with ulterior motives suddenly saw something.

"Hehe! Look, this guy's done for!"

"Yeah, they're done after only four games. It seems like the reigning champion Rikkai has recruited a complete waste."

"Not exactly useless, just a bunch of charlatans. Rikkai has become like this without Yukimura? Tsk tsk..."

The teasing, joking, and mocking remarks reached Niou's ears without exception. His pale face suddenly turned red, like a clown whose secret had been exposed, his face flushed but unable to defend himself.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, on successfully fusing two skills and activating the Skill Fusion System!"

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host. Your skill [Phantom] has been upgraded to an orange skill due to fusion. Current level: Orange lv1."

Two notification sounds rang in Renwang's mind at the same time. His mental energy, which had been almost completely drained, was replenished by the successful fusion, making his spirit feel as if it had been nourished and instantly become incredibly abundant.

As a result, her face suddenly turned from white to red...

Having recovered, Niou paid no attention to the whispers around him. He calmed himself and carefully examined the evolved phantom.

"Phantom Lv1 [Orange], Niou Masaharu's exclusive skill. It allows him to deeply imitate the habits, style, and special moves of others, almost transforming himself into the imitator. Current level: Orange 1, activating exclusive skill attribute 1: [Empathy]!"

"By putting yourself in someone else's shoes and simulating your opponent's habits in your mind, you have a certain probability of figuring out what your opponent is thinking. The probability varies depending on the difference in strength between the two sides and increases as your skill level increases."

boom!

After reading the skill description, Niou felt a jolt in his mind and was overwhelmed with a sense of horror.

This "putting yourself in someone else's shoes" approach is just too terrifying, isn't it?

To some extent, the attributes attached to this illusion are equivalent to the ability to read minds. Imagine that the two sides are not far apart in strength, or are within a comparable range, and one side clearly knows the other side's thoughts.

hiss……

Renwang gasped, but quickly regained his composure. He had seen the referee's raised hand, a warning signal that his serve was going to exceed the time limit.

call!

With a sudden thought, he tossed the tennis ball he was holding into the air, bent his knees and jumped halfway, then smashed the ball down with his left hand holding the racket.

boom!

The tennis ball jolted and flew forward at high speed.

The murmurs around the court subsided as Niou served. On the other side, Shinji ran quickly, not letting his guard down despite Niou's 'unexplained' state.

He extended his racket, aiming at the tennis ball as it bounced off the ground. A thought flashed through his mind; Shencheng maintained his stance, but subtly exerted a surge of power in his right hand gripping the racket.

Snapped!

The tennis ball flew out quickly.

This shot, on the surface, appears to be a fast shot, but apart from Shinjiro, no one dares to be certain that it is a fast shot. Of course, this does not include Niou, whose abilities are even more advanced.

"Ah……"

His fox-like eyes narrowed, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He stepped forward with his right foot, raised his left racket, and slammed it down.

boom!

The tennis ball shuddered, its force rapidly transforming into backspin, which was instantly dissipated by Niou. With a single-handed strike, he used his racket as a point to draw a flying arc diagonally out of bounds.

Reverse Snake Ball!

boom!

The tennis ball landed behind Shinjiro, whose pupils suddenly contracted.

"15-15!"

"Is it a coincidence or..."

Replaying Niou's actions in his mind, Shinjiro frowned. He wasn't sure whether Niou's reaction was a desperate act of anger or a result of having seen through something.

"Reiji."

Seeing the change in Shinjo's expression, Hanamura's face subtly shifted. She could tell that Niou's counterattack wasn't out of desperation, but rather because he had thoroughly mastered Shinjo's phantom-like fighting style.

The evidence is the curveball that Niou then hit. It's impossible to hit such a precise and unconventional curveball without anticipating the type of return from the opponent.

But Kamishiro clearly hadn't grasped this point, which was what worried Hanamura. Furthermore, she had a vague feeling that Kamishiro, as her 'perfect creation,' wasn't truly perfect.

She couldn't speak up to remind anyone during the match.

boom!

Shinjiro, in the same posture, hit another straight return. However, Niou calmly stepped forward and gently sliced ​​the ball with his racket.

Snapped!

He gently sliced ​​the tennis ball, which had a gentle impact, over the net.

Pat-pat...

A textbook example of a short ball was presented to the audience.

"30-15!"

This strike was like a powerful slap, causing those who had been whispering that Renou's return of the ball was merely a coincidence to suddenly feel a sharp pain on their faces.

clown?

If Niou, who hit such a brilliant short shot, is a clown, then what is he?

The entire stadium fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

Meanwhile, Shencheng raised his eyebrows, which resembled two straight lines, as if a sense of unease was creeping into his heart.

boom!

"40-15!"

boom!

"Game! Niou, 3-2!"

Seeing Niou easily turn the tide, everyone changed their opinion of him.

Swish!

Sanada and Yanagi simultaneously glanced at Niou, then instantly looked away.

A look of astonishment crossed Kirihara's face as he faintly heard Yanagi murmur beside him, "This feeling is..."

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Tearing Apart [3/5, Please Subscribe!]

boom!

"0-15!"

boom!

"0-30!"

Undeterred, Shinjo used his Mirage twice more. But Niou countered both attempts, as if he knew exactly what Shinjo was doing.

"impossible!"

Shencheng felt a strong aversion to this possibility. He couldn't accept that his ultimate move had been seen through by his opponent, especially someone who always had that disgusting smile on his face.

Outside the stadium, Kajimoto, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, shook his head and said, "Kamijo's heart is in turmoil..."

Knowing the other's personality, he knew that Shinjo cared deeply about what Coach Hanamura had said. Furthermore, over the course of two years, this feeling gradually developed into something more.

Of course, Kajimoto doesn't deny that he has feelings for the coach, but he remains absolutely rational. Kamishiro, however, has gradually lost himself.