Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"what's the situation?"

Kirihara's eyes widened as he looked at Niou, who was running around in a daze and covered in sweat. He asked in bewilderment, "There was clearly no hope left, yet Niou-senpai persisted, and actually managed to keep going?"

The others remained silent; they couldn't see the point of Renou's insistence. After all, there was another match that afternoon.

"Yaji, what are you thinking?"

Sitting on the coach's bench, Kitahara looked worriedly at Niou running around. Suddenly, her dark brown pupils contracted as she thought of a familiar scene.

"Damn it, you're really troublesome!"

Akutsu snorted coldly, swung his racket, and smashed the ball.

boom!

However, he missed the shot.

Snapped!

The tennis ball went way off course and pierced right into the wire mesh.

"Out!"

"15-40!"

"Ok?"

Sanada's eyes widened, but he wasn't looking at the tennis ball embedded in the wire mesh; instead, he stared intently at Niou.

Just now, he seemed to see a familiar figure in the other person.

A corner of the coat, missing, sways in the wind...

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Depriving Instincts [Supplement 1, please customize!]

"cut……"

Akutsu, who had missed a smash, swung his racket, his snow-white eyebrows slowly furrowing. Unlike Kirihara, he didn't have a second personality; his rationality remained.

He vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but couldn't pinpoint the reason for it, so he could only attribute it to a bad feel for the ball.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Niou gently tapped the tennis ball, sweat trickling down his face. Looking at Akutsu's gloomy expression, he understood perfectly. Because he had been concealing his true strength, it had only taken him a little over two games to complete his opening strategy.

Little did he know that two pairs of eyes were watching his every move from different directions.

boom!

As the tennis ball was struck, Akutsu on the opposite side quickly darted out, swung his racket, and flicked the bouncing tennis ball towards Niou's backhand.

tread!

With one foot on the ground, Niou reacted quickly, moving to catch the ball.

On Yamabuki's side, everyone stared in disbelief at the rapidly moving Niou. "Impossible! The match has been going on for almost an hour, there's no reason he should still be this fast!"

Upon hearing this, Sengoku's heart sank.

"Indeed, logically speaking, his strength should have been significantly diminished. But what if he deliberately gave up two rounds just now..."

By weakening Akutsu's strength while preserving his own, Niou's speed 'exploded' can be explained by this shift in power.

But once Sengoku understood this, his heart became even heavier.

"No matter how ferocious a wild beast is, it cannot escape the hunter's trap. Akutsu, don't you understand?"

boom!

"Out!"

"30-40!"

Out of bounds again?

Akutsu's return shot once again deviated from the expected trajectory, landing about three centimeters outside the baseline.

"Could it be that the match just now used up too much of his energy?"

Banta's gaze fell on Akutsu, and his heart sank. "It seems that the side effects of this state are beginning to appear."

But he only knew one side of the story, not the other.

Snapped!

Akutsu's return shot got caught in the net.

"Divide it equally!"

"Yes!"

The supporters of Rikkai all raised their hands and shook them firmly.

"We caught up!"

A score of 30-40 versus 40-40—a difference of just one goal—can have vastly different psychological burdens. Especially for the team poised to win, their momentum will inevitably wane.

Cao Gui's strategy of fighting ended with the drums of war exhausted after three drumbeats; how could King Ren not understand this principle?

Seizing the opportunity, he launched a counterattack.

Snapped!

After dropping a short ball, he quickly moved to the net. Akutsu on the other side rushed to the net, but unfortunately, he was exhausted and his racket barely managed to hold off the tennis ball.

Bang!

With a soft thud, the tennis ball bounced high into the air.

"Chance!"

Niou stomped his feet on the ground and jumped up. In that instant, Kitazono and Sanada seemed to see a corner of an earth-yellow coat fluttering in the wind.

boom!

The tennis ball came crashing down, and upon hearing the sound, Akutsu, panting heavily, quickly stood up and ran to catch it.

Swish!

However, he found that the light around him gradually weakened and eventually turned into darkness.

"what happened?"

His running body suddenly stopped, and he looked around blankly, but it was pitch black.

Boom!

The tennis ball landed with a loud thud, and Akutsu frowned as he moved to swing his racket. However, he misjudged the distance, and the bounced tennis ball hurtled towards his jaw.

bump!

Under the horrified gazes of the audience, Akutsu was thrown several meters away as if he had been hit by a powerful uppercut, crashing heavily to the ground.

"The serve is superior!"

"hiss……"

Seeing this, many people grimaced and touched their chins. After such a severe injury, most people probably wouldn't be able to get up, right?

"Cough cough..."

However, Akutsu, whose physical strength surpassed that of ordinary people, coughed a few times and struggled to stand up.

Unfortunately, it was still pitch black in front of me.

"Blood? He's bleeding!!!"

Suddenly, a gasp came from outside the arena. Hearing this, Akutsu frowned, wiped his mouth, and felt a warm sensation.

"Did you bleed?"

He was somewhat bewildered. He was bleeding, but he couldn't feel any pain, as if his sense of pain had been stripped away.

Strip away the sense of pain?!

Akutsu's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes widened in shock. Not only pain, but also the touch he had just felt, and now his vision—he had lost three senses in quick succession?

A sense of fear began to spread in the heart of this unruly beast.

boom!

At that moment, Renou took the kick.

Upon hearing the sound, Akutsu instinctively moved in that direction, but stopped halfway there.

"No...no sound?"

There was only the sound of the ball being served, but no sound of it hitting the ground, and no sound of the referee's announcement. Even the surrounding noise was gone.

"Game! Niou, 4-5!"

The referee's voice echoed in the stadium, and the audience looked in surprise at Akutsu, who was looking around blankly and turning around constantly.

Liu frowned and said, "His eyes are unfocused..."

He wasn't sure if Akutsu's change was caused by Niou, or a side effect of that state itself. He could understand the latter, but if it was the former, it was truly astonishing!

Sanada, standing nearby, narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp glint in them: "Touch, sight, pain, and hearing... I was right!"

That guy actually learned this terrifying move without anyone noticing?

"In that case, their score of 5-4 that day was probably true."

Yukimura wasn't lying; he really didn't hold back.

On the coach's bench, Kitaen sighed inwardly, "Just as I expected, it's exactly the same as that day. This idiot actually learned that Yukimura technique?"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "Look!!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Akutsu standing there dumbfounded, his hair turning gray again and the redness of his skin gradually fading.

bump!

As if all his strength had been drained, Akutsu collapsed to the ground once again.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Recovery [1/5, Please Subscribe!]