Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

"One set decides the outcome. Let the game begin."

Nanchuan stood at the bottom line, looking at the opponent Atobe who got into the state in a second, thinking that he was indeed a talented, insightful and hardworking player. Although Atobe was a bking on the surface, his talent and hard work were also undeniable.

He grew up in the UK and received systematic training in the UK. He also plays in a wild style and is good at the endurance style of British tennis. His physical endurance is far superior to Nanchuan.

He has just entered the first grade of junior high school, but his ability is already on the verge of entering the national level. It is undeniable that his foundation is very solid.

Standard serving posture, standard oriental forehand grip, throw up the tennis ball, and swing hard at the best hitting point.

The serve was fast and the ball control was steady, and with a bang the ball was hit, a yellow light drew a silky arc trajectory in the air.

The tennis ball landed and bounced on Nanchuan's left side, then flew past his ear and out of bounds.

"15-0"

Huadi reported the scores in a dull voice.

Others also looked at Atobe with admiration.

“The ball is so fast.”

"I haven't even seen the serve yet."

"The guy on the opposite side must be dumbfounded. He dares to challenge without even considering his own weight."

"It will be very embarrassing later."

"However, the strength of this chaebol young master is also beyond my expectations. I thought he was just showing off his wealth, but I didn't expect he was really powerful."

Atobe enjoyed everyone's praise very much. This smug expression made Nanchuan feel that every player who played against him should want to beat him up, right? But Atobe immediately got into the state of the next serve.

"Watch the game! Don't be in a daze!" Atobe said coldly.

Nanchuan concentrated his attention and watched Atobe's serve intently. In fact, he was not dazed, and he didn't even have the intention of returning the serve.

When Atobe was serving, with the help of his talent for copying, he had copied all the ways Atobe was serving and learned his basic playing style.

He observed the various action data of Jibe and made predictions in advance.

Chapter 7 Extreme Pull

"30-0"

"40-0"

"1-0"

Karaji was still dull in reporting the points, and it seemed inevitable to him that Atobe would win the serve.

Nanchuan moved his wrist and it was his turn to serve. He had just copied Atobe's serving style.

In fact, the serve is a very common way of serving, not a special or difficult serve.

But his speed, strength, and ball control were all very precise, and Nanchuan even replicated his serving rhythm one by one.

I can only say that this talent is even more perverted than I imagined.

But he knew that just like this would not be enough to truly defeat Atobe. This was not difficult for Atobe who had not yet taken it seriously, and it was not a problem at all for him to predict and counterattack.

But Nanchuan activated his second talent, evolution.

Based on Atobe's serve, Nanchuan's serve speed, serve strength and control of rotation have all been improved.

Bang! At the moment when Nanchuan hit the ball, he thoroughly enjoyed the joy of improving his strength. In comparison, Takei's basic skills were simply rubbish.

The tennis ball almost brushed past Tezuka's ear and hit him from behind. By the time Tezuka reacted, the tennis ball had bounced and flew out of bounds.

"What...what?" He looked back in disbelief, holding the racket at the tennis ball that had fallen out of bounds.

"What a fast ball speed."

It was the same standard serve as his own, but the speed was much faster than his own. He didn't even have time to react before he lost the point.

"15-0"

Karaji finally looked at Nanchuan, and then at Atobe.

After a brief surprise, Atobe raised his lips and said, "Interesting, you really didn't disappoint me. I'm looking forward to your next performance. Boy, since it's a gamble, don't hide it."

Before returning to China, he had learned about the current situation of tennis in the country. To sum it up in one sentence: compared with the overall level of tennis in the UK, Japanese tennis is hard to describe.

He was ready to dominate the Ice Emperor with his strength.

It was obvious that Nanchuan was a novice, but I didn't expect his serve to be so impressive. At least it made people more and more excited, so that he didn't end up playing a boring game of tennis.

Nanchuan didn't say anything. His attention was all on his own perception. He threw the ball, exerted force, controlled the ball, and hit the ball, all in one go!

A perfect topspin shot.

Atobe quickly caught up with the ball and swung his racket at it the moment it bounced off the ground.

The sound of hitting the ball continued to ring out in the court, and the two players fought back and forth at the baseline.

"1-1"

"2-1"

"2-2"

The score was tied.

Atobe's expression became complicated.

"This kid's strength seems to be increasing. Every time he attacks, his strength, speed, and even rotation are constantly increasing and changing, and his ball control is becoming more and more stable."

He is finding it increasingly difficult to understand this guy. He is getting stronger with every ball, performing steadily without falling behind, and there is even a tendency for him to be suppressed. Tobe believes that he should be a promising player who can fight a tug-of-war.

But when I looked over, I found that Nanchuan's forehead was covered with sweat and his breathing became increasingly rapid.

Atobe: "..."

This physical strength is a bit ugly.

"4-3"

Nanchuan supported his knees with his hands and breathed heavily, sweat dripping down.

He could feel that his strength had improved greatly, and he was able to suppress Atobe in a basic tennis match.

However, he could also feel that his physical strength was rapidly draining away. This was a fatal problem caused by his lack of physical fitness, and his current opponent happened to be a player with extraordinary endurance and was good at tug-of-war.

"Damn it." Nanchuan wiped the sweat off his face. "I've been working hard on my physical training, but I'm still far from perfect."

"Hey, are you still capable? Do you still need me to wait for you? But if you admit defeat now, I will look down on you." Atobe said impatiently. He was waiting for Nanchuan to adjust quickly and serve.

He himself was actually a little annoyed.

It has been a long time since he encountered an opponent who kept suppressing him and prevented him from scoring quickly. This made the game very enjoyable for him, but he also felt the long-lost pressure. He was really a tough opponent.

"Humph." His eyes became more and more sharp, and he muttered in a low voice, "This is my first game since returning to China. I will definitely not lose to this kid. I have never been afraid of anyone in a protracted war."

Nanchuan took a deep breath to calm down, and it was his turn to serve.

"We must fight quickly. Atobe is so difficult to deal with. It would be humiliating to fight him."

"Fuck you, watch the ball!" He threw the ball hard and hit it, and it bounced off the left side of Tobe.

Tebe wanted to compete in endurance, but Nanchuan, who was determined to end the battle quickly, did not give him a chance, forcing Tebe to take it seriously. The more serious he was, the stronger Nanchuan became.

"4-4"

"4-5!"

Nanchuan finally took the lead by one point and reached its own deciding game.

The people outside the venue were also stunned. They didn't expect that Nanchuan, who had not had any explosive performance, could hold on until now despite the huge physical consumption. They couldn't help but discuss:

"What's going on? Where did this guy come from? It looks like he has something."

"Humph, this level is only that of an elementary school student, why are you showing off?"

"You mean to say that Mr. Atobe's is also at the level of an elementary school student?"

"In fact, it's obvious from the first glance that Jibu is not completely serious. He still has his own trump card. This game should not prove anything."

"But just talking about this kind of basic fighting, the kid on the opposite side also has unlimited potential. First of all, he plays very steadily and can always control the rhythm of the game. This already has great potential for development. It is undeniable that he is a good seedling."

Faced with everyone's discussions and even different voices of doubt, Atobe ignored them.

He was looking in disbelief at the tennis ball that had fallen at his feet, as well as Nanchuan, who had been playing steadily and properly and was temporarily one point ahead of him. The expression on his face became very ugly.

He couldn't figure it out. This guy obviously looked like he was on the verge of physical exhaustion, yet he was still able to suppress him. This experience made Tezuka extremely irritated. He had a cold face and didn't say a word, and beads of sweat appeared on his face.

"Is this how much you want this little money?" He couldn't help but ask, standing at the bottom line.

"Hey." Nan Chuan smiled bitterly: "Can you not bring this up before the game is over? I'm a little embarrassed."

We are poor. This is what happens to children without parents. We have to rely on ourselves.

This was still his serving game, but his consciousness was gradually becoming distracted. Nanchuan knew very well that he must not give Atobe any chance to play his trump card, because this was his last chance, and he would be doomed once the game entered a tiebreak.

He threw the tennis ball high up in the air, jumped up and dunked it hard:

"It's time to end this game!"

Chapter 8 Invitation

Nanchuan's sudden, fierce and unretreatable attack made it difficult for Atobe to react.

In a game, if your reaction is slow when the opponent serves, then it will be difficult to return the next tennis ball hit by the opponent, and you will have lost the best opportunity to return.

砰

"Touch the net!"

"15-0"

Just a little bit, Atobe's tennis ball was about to be returned successfully, but it still hit the net and bounced back into his own court.

"Come again!" Nanchuan gathered his strength and burst out, taking out the tennis ball and hitting it again. This time the serve flew out like a small cannonball.

"30-0"

"W-what?" Atobe's pupils suddenly dilated, and he turned back with trembling hands. He was already unable to react when the tennis ball brushed past his ear. "Damn, why is this kid's serve getting faster and faster?"

"Don't be in a daze, watch the ball!" Nanchuan took advantage of the victory to pursue the opponent.

Atobe gritted his teeth and concentrated his attention instantly, and his feet were already moving when the tennis ball was hit.

Dadada, "Hmph, I won't let you succeed!" He caught up with Nanchuan's tennis ball with a quick step, and swung the racket over. With a bang, his wrist obviously sank a little.

A drop of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Good weight!"

"go back!"

He clapped his arms with both hands and hit back hard.

boom!

"Too slow! Master Atobe!"

boom!

"40-0"

Before Nanchuan finished jumping in the air and landed, his counterattack had already scored.

"Beautiful!" People outside the venue couldn't help but exclaimed.

Nanchuan was gasping for breath. His consciousness could no longer hold up. His strength was draining away rapidly and he was already on the verge of overdraft. If it weren't for his will to survive, he would have collapsed in a minute.

Just hold on for one last minute and it will be a success.

"One more ball!" He tossed up the tennis ball.

Atobe on the opposite side looked at him coldly and jumped up.

"I've seen where your ball is going to land!"