The Prince of Tennis: From Data-Driven Tennis to the Pinnacle of His Career

"The second match begins. Please bring on Yamabuki Doubles Team 1 and Hoshino & Oizumi Doubles Team 1."

"Let's go, Ishimaru, it's our turn."

Guji Muxin stood up from the bench, took out his racket, nodded to Banta Mikiya on the referee's table, and then walked towards the court with a serious expression.

"I'm going to run into some old acquaintances again. I hope it won't be too boring this time."

Ishimaru Kanto curled his lip, glanced disdainfully at Hoshino Oizumi's opponent who was preparing for battle, then picked up his racket and lazily followed behind Tani Yoshiki Shin.

"A decisive game, Taniyoshi/Ishimaru serve."

From the start of the match, Yamabuki's ace doubles team displayed overwhelming strength.

"15-0!"

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"30-0!"

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"40-0!"

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"Game, Taniyoshi/Ishimaru, 1-0!"

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"Game, Taniyoshi/Ishimaru, 2-0!"

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"Game, Taniyoshi/Ishimaru, 3-0!"

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"Game, Taniyoshi/Ishimaru, 4-0!"

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"Game, Taniyoshi/Ishimaru, 5-0!"

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"Game, Taniyoshi/Ishimaru, 6-0!"

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"The second match is over, 6-0, Taniyoshi/Ishimaru win!"

Facing the slightly serious Tani Yoshiki Shin and Ishimaru Kanto, the third-year doubles pair of Hoshino Oizumi didn't even have a chance to fight back and were swept out of the game.

"The difference is so huge..."

Kagura Ichijin had mixed feelings upon seeing this scene.

The Hoshino Oizumi doubles pair is actually stronger than the Miura and Maeda pair who just won the match.

However, when facing Guji Muxin and Ishimaru Kanto, he couldn't even last ten minutes.

I don't know if it's because the Kanto-level doubles team is too weak, or because the national-level doubles team of Tani Yoshiki and Ishimaru Kanto is too strong, but the match was not intense at all.

"The third match begins. Yamabuki will play the third singles match, and Hoshino and Oizumi will play the third singles match."

"I'm in, Kagura."

Having warmed up, Kiyosumi Sengoku picked up the racket placed beside the bench, stood up, and gently moved her wrists.

"Don't lose, you're our hope for advancing to the semi-finals."

Kagura Ikjin looked up at Sengoku Kiyosumi, his eyes serious and earnest.

Sengoku Kiyosumi's personality is too carefree. If he is not given a good talking-to before the match, he is likely to suffer losses on the field due to underestimating his opponent.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely win."

Sengoku Kiyosumi put away his usual playful smile, and his expression became serious.

He was well aware of the importance of this match; Yamabuki currently had one win and one loss, and this match could be considered a match point.

If he loses, Yamabuki will be pushed to the brink, and all the pressure will fall on Kagura Ichijin and Akutsu Jin.

"Kagura, isn't it a bit much to put pressure on him like this?"

Guji Muxin watched with some worry as Sengoku Qingchun walked away.

Sengoku Kiyosumi is only a first-year student. Although he is exceptionally talented, he lacks experience in major competitions.

If you can't withstand the pressure, you probably won't even be able to perform at half your potential.

"Senior, Sengoku is the kind of person who won't go all out unless I put some pressure on him beforehand. I don't want him to lose the match because he's relaxed."

Kagura Ichijin sighed, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness.

Many geniuses share this common flaw: they habitually hold back regardless of the opponent they face.

This approach might be harmless in a game where you're beating weaker opponents, but when you encounter a strong or high-potential opponent, this slight lapse in concentration can often lead to a comeback victory.

In any competition, underestimating your opponent is a major taboo.

If Sengoku Kiyosumi lost because he was not as strong as his opponent, then he naturally had nothing to say.

But if he loses because of carelessness, he will definitely have to give him a good "lecture" when he gets back.

"A single game to decide the winner, Senkoku serves."

Kiyosumi Sengoku stood in the service area, facing Oizumi Hoshino's third singles player, Yamazaki.

"Kid, you're really lucky. But does Yamabuki have no one else? Why are they putting a first-year student in singles?"

Yamazaki stood with his hands on his hips, looking at Sengoku Kiyosumi with curiosity and a hint of disdain in his tone.

In his view, making first-year students play singles is simply courting death.

"The competition is about skill, not age."

Sengoku Kiyosumi replied casually, then turned and walked towards the service area.

Right now, he only has one thought in his mind: to win the game.

"Tiger Cannon!"

Kiyosumi Sengoku tossed the ball high into the air, then pushed off the ground with both legs, launching himself into the air, his body arching like a bow, before swinging his racket with all his might!

"Bang!"

The tennis ball hurtled towards the other side with a tremendous roar, like a cannonball.

"15-0!"

"This kid..."

Yamazaki only felt a blur before his eyes, and the ball had already landed behind him.

He was utterly shocked; the speed of that ball just now definitely exceeded 190 km/h!

This is far beyond the level of ordinary Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament contestants.

"Looks like you're not up to the task either, senior."

Looking at Yamazaki, who remained motionless, Sengoku Kiyosumi curled her lip, her tone carrying a hint of provocation.

He was initially worried that Yamazaki was too strong, but now it seems that Yamazaki's level isn't that high either, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a state of complete indifference.

"Arrogant brat! I haven't even gotten serious yet!"

Yamazaki was furious when mocked by a first-year student.

This newcomer is far too arrogant and ignorant!

"Really? I don't see much difference."

Kiyosumi Sengoku gripped his racket, tossed the ball up again, and continued jumping and swinging.

"Tiger Cannon!"

"30-0!"

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"40-0!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 1-0!"

After successfully holding his serve, Kiyosumi Sengoku walked to the receiving area with a smile on his face and assumed a defensive stance.

"You wretched brat!"

Seeing the smiling face of Sengoku Kiyosumi, Yamazaki's expression darkened even more.

"Bang!"

Yamazaki serves, with a fierce motion.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

After a back-and-forth battle of more than ten rounds, Sengoku Kiyosumi seized an opportunity and scored with a baseline through ball.

"0-15!"

"Is this a lucky ball?"

Yamazaki was somewhat surprised to see Sengoku Kiyosumi score, but he didn't take it too seriously.

An occasional stroke of luck cannot determine the outcome of a match; ultimately, it is skill that matters.

"Bang!"

After serving again, Yamazaki's focus became even stronger, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the racket.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"15-15!"

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"15-30!"

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"30-30!"

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"30-40!"

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"40-40!"

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"40—AD!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 2-0!"

On the final ball, Kiyosumi Sengoku once again scored with a shot to the corner of the baseline.

He excitedly raised his fist towards the Yamabuki fans watching from the sidelines, and even flipped his bangs in a flamboyant manner.