Prince of Tennis Fraudster

Bang!

Through extensive practice, Niou's volley technique has become quite impressive. With a flick and a smash, he sent the tennis ball to the right diagonal.

Swish!

He stood still in the running position and crossed his arms in front of him again.

A powerful tearing strike!

Watching the tennis ball fly towards him with a cold eye, Shencheng moved his right hand and swung his racket to smash the ball from under his feet.

boom!

The tennis ball flew back, but Kamishiro, who had raised his head, suddenly paused. The pupils in his narrow eyes contracted sharply.

The Niou opposite him had his hands crossed in front of him.

"What is he going to do...?"

"No way?"

"My God, that move..."

The surrounding audience was completely captivated by Niou's movements. This gesture, identical to that of Shinjiro, sparked a great deal of speculation among them.

"Kamishiro Reiji, I must thank you."

Watching the tennis ball fly towards him, Niou smiled and untied his hands, his left arm habitually swinging the racket downwards.

"Thank you for the challenges you've given me, which have allowed me to truly transform. This goal is my way of expressing my gratitude!"

Swish!

As the racket hit the bottom, Renwang suddenly exerted force with his arm, preparing to smash the ball upwards.

boom!

The unpredictable and powerful tearing strike was accurately struck by Niou using the same move.

Crack!

With the combined force of the two attacks, Niou's return shot became even more powerful, scraping through the air and creating a loud sonic boom.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flew out and aimed directly at Shencheng.

"No, it's impossible..."

Shinjo, his eyes wide, suddenly felt a strong sense of threat. However, he was too exhausted and was a beat too slow to dodge.

bump!

A dull thud sounded, and Shencheng's body flew through the air like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

"15-15!"

"Kamijo (Reiji)!"

Cheng Cheng, from the southern part of Hunan, looked worriedly at the impending collapse of the city. Hua Cun, meanwhile, suddenly stood up, his face filled with concern as he looked over.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Shencheng coughed violently, a clear scratch appearing on his face. A burning sensation shot through him, causing him to grimace in pain.

But at the same time, a surge of anger welled up in his heart. He stood up and glared angrily at King Ren opposite him.

Not only did they injure him, but they also used his signature move!

Humiliation! This is a blatant humiliation of him!

The sliver of reason he had regained from exhaustion was once again overwhelmed by rage. The bloodshot veins in his narrow eyes, throbbing with fury, were clearly visible.

"Ugh……"

Coach Huacun sighed softly and closed his eyes in anguish.

Five minutes later.

boom!

"Match ended, Rikkai Jin'ou won, score 7-5!"

"Ding!"

"Congratulations on your victory, host. Rating: A+. Reward: 2000 points and 20 reputation points."

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for leading Rikkai University to win the prefectural championship. Reward: Kendo skill."

Chapter 81 The Preliminary Rounds Conclude (End of Volume) [5/5, Please Subscribe!]

"kendo?"

Niou frowned slightly, but when he opened the skill description, he was stunned.

"Kendo: A real-world skill, mastered through practice with wooden and bamboo swords. Note: Real-world skills and tennis skills are somewhat related."

"It was this!"

Upon seeing the instructions, Niou's first thought was Sanada's swordsmanship. In the original story, the 'lightning' and 'wind' in his powerful Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain, and Lightning Inner Strength were achieved through years of swordsmanship practice.

"So that means..."

A thought quietly flashed through Niou's mind.

After the competition, the awards ceremony will be held.

In the Kanagawa Prefecture tournament, four teams advance to the Kanto tournament. Kuki's team, Tsuruyama, is among them.

But more than getting his ticket to Kanto, he valued the string of Buddhist prayer beads in his pocket that shone with a dull gray light.

As for Shonan Jōjō, their crushing defeat at the hands of Rikkai made them realize the terrifying power of a national-level school. At the front of the group, a pair of sharp eyes constantly swept towards Rikkai.

Huacun!

She glanced intently at where Niou was, but he seemed unmoved by her flirtatious glances.

"Ugh~"

He yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then hunched his back as if he were dozing.

After the awards ceremony, the Rikkai team arrived at Jintian Hospital first.

When the gilded trophy was placed before Yukimura, he smiled. Taking the trophy and feeling its weight in his hand, the last weight lifted from his heart.

Although the Kanagawa Prefecture tournament championship isn't considered particularly prestigious, Yukimura was impressed by the newly formed Rikkai team, whose collaboration between Sanada, Yanagi, and Nio did not disappoint him.

He sincerely said, "Thank you everyone!"

Everyone remained modest, but Renwang, leaning against the door, immersed himself in his spiritual world, carefully observing the newly acquired skills.

Meanwhile, the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament also concluded that day.

After more than a decade of silence, Seigaku has reclaimed the throne. Among them, the most conspicuous is a short boy standing at the end of the line.

With his arrival, Seigaku seems to be undergoing some kind of incredible change.

Hyotei almost missed their chance to advance to the Kanto Tournament due to the failure of their second-tier teams. However, compared to their fifth-place finish in the Tokyo Tournament, Hyotei's leader, Atobe, valued the upcoming Kanto Tournament even more.

At this moment, his gaze shifted from Tezuka, who had just received the trophy, to a team of black soldiers.

Fudomine!

The school, which was originally unknown, became the biggest dark horse in this year's Metropolitan Tournament, apart from Seigaku, because of the arrival of a certain lion that used to dominate Kyushu.

Hyotei fell to them.

Yamabuki, the newly joined madman Akutsu, seems somewhat unruly. But overall, their strength is not surprising enough for them to advance into the Kanto region.

"what!"

Standing on the perimeter of the stadium, Inoue sighed and then asked a middle-aged man wearing a black monk's robe and sunglasses next to him.

"Mr. Nanjiro, how far do you think Longma can go?"

But the other person looked up and said in a strange tone, "I'm not like Nan Chi Lang!"

"Uh……"

Inoue paused, then shook his head with a wry smile. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he picked up the magazine in his hand and asked, "Mr. Minamijiro, what's your opinion of this eccentric genius from Kanagawa, Niou Masaharu?"

"Ok?"

Nanjiro, who was making strange movements, suddenly stopped.

Nioh...Masaharu...

A chilling glint suddenly flashed in his eyes behind his sunglasses, giving Inoue the illusion that the temperature had suddenly dropped.

His imposing aura subsided, and Nanjiro's eyes narrowed to slits: "This name... I feel like I've heard it somewhere before..."

And it won't take too long.

The Osaka Prefectural Tournament also concluded at the Central Stadium.

As expected, Shitenhoji, the reigning champions, won the championship. They also gained fresh blood, including the terrifyingly talented super genius Kintaro Toyama. Their goal this year is to challenge for the top spot.

However, these people with lofty goals are currently in a small restaurant, eating somen noodles that their coach Watanabe is treating them to.

"Drip drip!"

Just then, the phone rang for Ishida Gin, a burly, bald young man.

He gestured to the crowd, then went outside, took the phone, and frowned deeply upon hearing it: "I've already said, I'm not your master..."

"Huh? You actually solved it?"

"Okay, I'll make time to go. Well, that's all for now, I'll hang up now."

After hanging up the phone, Ishida's furrowed brows didn't relax; instead, they furrowed even more.

"I never expected that guy would actually solve the riddle I gave him. It seems I misjudged him..."

With a sigh, he walked into the shop, looked at everyone, put his hands together and said, "Ashu, Shiraishi, everyone, I may have to take my leave now."

Wearing a straw hat and with a mouthful of noodles, Watanabe looked up and asked, "Is it urgent?"