Prince of Tennis Fraudster

puff!

The ground behind him was whipped up by the enormous, whirlwind-like impact, sending up a cloud of dust that shot into the sky.

"15-0!"

Kamaitachi!

Liu has improved his high-speed slicing technique, using his arms to open extremely fast and attack his opponent unexpectedly.

"You dodged it?"

Seeing Renwang dodge, Liu raised an eyebrow slightly. The other party's alertness was higher than he had imagined.

"What a sharp attack."

Niou, who had dodged the Kamaitachi's attack, glanced at the shallow mark on the ground with lingering fear. If it had landed on him, even if the damage wasn't severe, it certainly wouldn't have been pleasant.

boom!

"30-0!"

boom!

"40-0!"

boom!

"Game! Liu, 3-2!"

Liu, unleashing his full power, suppressed Ren-ou.

In terms of statistics, Niou is inferior to him, but in terms of overall strength, Niou is still a little behind Yanagi.

boom!

"Game! Liu, 2-4!"

As Renou watched Liu decipher the mirage of his serve, his heart sank.

"If I continue, I'm bound to lose. It seems the only option is to use that... hmm?"

Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow.

A thought struck him, and he closed his eyes, immersing himself in his surroundings. A moment later, he opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing across them.

Snapped!

As Liu served the ball, Renwang sensed the changes around him, quickly stepped forward, and gently flicked the tennis ball.

"This……"

Marui, seeing the trajectory of the tennis ball, glanced at Niou, who had just received it, with surprise. Marui's expression was unreadable, but it was clear that Niou didn't consider his return a mistake.

call!

Just then, a gust of wind blew, slightly deflecting the tennis ball's trajectory, causing it to slip past Liu's swinging racket.

Bang!

"0-15!"

Liu opened her eyes slightly, but seeing that Ren was also looking at the direction the tennis ball landed with some surprise, she couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Is it a coincidence?"

Snapped!

After hitting the ball again, seeing Renwang's return shot, he mentally calculated the probability of the type and angle of the return shot. Once the data passed through his mind, he quickly darted out.

Bang!

Renwang returned the ball with a backhand, hitting it towards Liu's backhand side.

"Ha, your probability of hitting a cross-court shot is 93%!"

Liu, who was running at high speed, twisted his body and intercepted the tennis ball halfway.

Snapped!

But just then, the tennis ball struck a leaf that had been rustled by the wind. Its momentum was disrupted, and the ball veered slightly off course.

boom!

"0-30!"

Again!

Once is one thing, but to encounter this twice, especially with the opponent being that Ren-wang, Liu's heart stirred, and he glanced uncertainly at Ren-wang opposite him.

But seeing the surprised expression on the other person's face, Liu was not sure if she was sure of her guess.

boom!

The third goal, thankfully, went without any surprises.

boom!

boom!

The two fought fiercely, and Liu seized a moment and delivered a brilliant short ball.

Tap tap!

Niou, who was rushing to the net to intercept, subtly sensed the change in his surroundings with a slight twitch of his ear. With a flick of his racket, he lifted the tennis ball high into the air.

call!

On the opposite side, Liu, who estimated that Dao Renwang had a 75% chance of lobbing the ball, leaped up and smashed the ball down with his racket.

boom!

With a loud bang, the tennis ball plummeted to the ground.

call!

But just as the tennis ball was about to hit the ground, a strong gust of wind blew in.

boom!

The tennis ball landed and bounced up.

"15-30!"

"No!"

The willow that landed interrupted Kirihara's words.

He glanced at the exact spot where the tennis ball landed, then looked at the bewildered Renwang, and said coldly, "My smash was at least 3 centimeters off the baseline!"

At the same time, he realized what was happening.

What just happened was not an accident at all!

P.S.: An elder in my family passed away, and I have a lot to do, so updates may be inconsistent over the next few days. I hope you understand.

Chapter Twelve: Making Fire by Drilling Wood? [2/5, Please Subscribe!]

Nioh!

Everything was pre-planned by him.

Wind direction, leaves, sunlight...

"Has your data tennis reached a level that transcends the confines of the tennis court?"

King Ren taught Liu a profound lesson.

In the past, he focused on data collection and spreading false information to disrupt his opponent's judgment. But he never realized that intelligence tennis could be played in this way.

Renou's actions just now made Liu realize that data tennis cannot be confined to the court. Off-court changes, weather, atmosphere, player condition, and so on, are all factors that must be considered.

However, that would also increase the computational load on the contestants many times over.

"How does this guy's brain work?"

Subconsciously, Liu had already regarded Renwang's performance just now as the result of meticulous calculation.

But he was wrong.

Nioh's ability to keenly sense changes in his surroundings is thanks to the real-world skill he acquired two days ago – Wilderness Survival!

How will the leaves change when the wind blows? What kind of fluctuations will the clouds show?

Furthermore, different wind forces produce different precursors.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, your Wilderness Survival skill proficiency has increased. Current proficiency: 50/500."

As Nioh continued to use this skill, system notifications kept ringing in his mind.

"It was a pleasant surprise..."

With his mind highly focused, he couldn't afford to be distracted by anything else. Ball by ball, he turned the tide.

boom!

"Game! Niou, 4-3!"

Kirihara, announcing the score, glanced at Niou, who had switched sides, with a hint of admiration: "Impressive!"

He has challenged all three of Rikkai's top players.

He had a different impression of each of the three: Yukimura was 'impossible', Sanada was 'flame', and Yanagi was 'despair'.

Kirihara knew he couldn't beat Yukimura, so he never held out hope. Sanada's tennis, on the other hand, was like a blazing fire—hot, fierce, and terrifying.

As for Yanagi, Kirihara's feelings went from hope to disappointment, and from disappointment to despair.

Every time he thought he had improved and could defeat his opponent, the opponent would suddenly become stronger again, as if the system had been updated. This made Kirihara hate him to the core, but he was helpless to do anything about it.

boom!

"Game! Niou, 4-4!"

Any unexpected event could cause the calculated results to deviate drastically from the previously obtained probabilities. Especially since Liu's opponent, Renou, is a formidable data-driven tennis player.

"Whoosh..."

The battle with King Ren put Yanagi under considerable pressure. His breathing became rapid, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.