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

Time passed second by second, and the sun gradually set in the west, casting long, thin shadows on the field.

Sweat streamed down Sengoku Kiyosumi's forehead like beads from a broken string, while Akutagawa Jiro, though panting heavily, shone with an increasingly intense excitement in his eyes.

"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 6-6!"

Looking at the glaring tie on the scoreboard, Kagura Ichijin frowned deeply, an ominous premonition spreading through his heart.

The game has gone to a Game 7.

A tiebreaker is not only a contest of skills, but also the ultimate test of physical strength, mentality and willpower.

Under such high pressure, even the slightest fluctuation could lead to complete failure.

而且抢七的规则与常规局不同，记分不再是传统的15、30、40，而是直观的1、2、3……先得7分者胜，若打到6比6平，则需净胜两分才能决出胜负。

The serving right is also rotated. Sengoku serves first, and then each player takes turns serving two balls until the end of the match.

"Tiger Cannon!"

Kiyosumi Sengoku jumped again. Despite being severely exhausted, he gritted his teeth and tried to end the match with this move.

"1-0!"

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"1-1!"

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"1-2!"

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"Tiger Cannon!"

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"2-2!"

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"Tiger Cannon!"

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"3-2!"

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The score remained neck and neck, like two wild beasts locked in a struggle, neither willing to give an inch.

"6-6!"

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"10-10!"

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"16-17!"

The air on the court seemed to freeze, and every shot struck the hearts of the audience.

"Tiger Cannon!"

Sengoku Kiyosumi tossed the ball high into the air again, then propelled himself into the air with the force of his legs.

However, this time, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that Sengoku Kiyosumi's jump height was significantly lower than before, and his swing speed was also half a beat slower.

"Go back!"

Sengoku's serve power was noticeably reduced, and a glint of light flashed in Jiro Akutagawa's eyes.

"Bang!"

The moment the racket touched the ball, Jiro Akutagawa felt a tingling numbness in his arm.

But he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and used the momentum of his body to forcefully push the ball back.

"16-18!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 6-7!"

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"The third match is over, 7-6, Jiro Akutagawa wins!"

The stadium erupted in cheers as the referee gave the whistle.

"Hyotei! Hyotei! Hyotei!"

The cheers of the Hyotei cheerleaders swept in like a tsunami, deafeningly loud.

Overjoyed with his victory, Jiro Akutagawa rushed to the Hyotei rest area, embracing his teammates with beaming joy, his previous fatigue seemingly vanished.

"Sengoku actually lost..."

Looking at the Hyotei team celebrating their victory, Kagura Ichijin's heart sank to the bottom.

Hyotei has now won two games and leads the series 2-1.

Yamabuki Junior High School has been pushed to the brink; if they lose just one more game, the championship trophy will be handed over to another team.

"..."

Sengoku Kiyosumi lowered her head and dragged her heavy steps back to the rest area.

He wanted to apologize, but when he saw his teammates with gloomy faces and silent, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, and only deep guilt welled up in his heart.

"Are you tired? Get some rest."

Kagura Ichijin did not blame him, but instead handed him a bottle of water and a towel, speaking calmly.

Then, he took his racket out of his tennis bag and turned to look at Akutsu Jin, who had been silent all along.

Because of the presence of Banta Mikiya, Akutsu Jin was unusually well-behaved today and did not attract much attention.

"Akuzu, you should warm up."

Kagura Ikjin's expression was unusually solemn.

Now, all the pressure has shifted to him and Akutsu Jin.

He wasn't too worried about the other regulars at Hyotei.

But if it really goes to a fifth match, Akutsu Jin might face Atobe Keigo.

Judging from Akutsu Jin's current level, he probably doesn't even have a 10% chance of winning.

"it is good."

Akutsu Jin nodded, his expression serious.

He took his racket out of his tennis bag and turned to walk toward a nearby open court.

As the first singles player, if Yamabuki can tie the score at 2-2, then the outcome of the final match will directly determine the champion.

The Yamabuki team had fought with all their might to get this far, and they were only one step away from the championship. He absolutely could not allow their hopes to be shattered in his hands.

"Kagura, I..."

Sengoku Kiyosumi wiped the sweat from his face, opened his mouth, and seemed about to say something.

"No need to say anything, Sengoku."

Kagura Ikjin raised his hand to stop Sengoku Kiyosumi, his eyes somewhat dim.

"This isn't your fault; it's my and my husband's problem. Our strategy was figured out by the enemy."

Hyotei clearly came prepared, deliberately targeting Yamabuki in both the previous doubles and the current singles matches.

Indeed, sometimes you can't think too far ahead.

Some hidden cards, if kept hidden and not used, may actually become a hidden danger that leads to disaster.

"The fourth match begins. Yamabuki and Hyotei, please enter the second singles match."

"I'm going."

Kagura Ichijin took a deep breath, nodded to Banta Mikiya on the coaching bench, and then walked steadily toward the referee.

"Haha! Kagura, I knew it was you!"

Seeing Kagura Ichijin walking towards him, Atobe Keigo's face lit up with an excited smile.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Atobe-kun, you're really confident."

Kagura Ikjin looked at Atobe Keigo with an increasingly serious expression.

Hyotei had indeed made a meticulous plan against Yamabuki, and the mastermind behind it all was probably Sakaki Taro, who always sat on the coach's bench with a cold expression.

Kagura Ichijin glanced at the Hyotei advisor out of the corner of his eye and sighed inwardly.

A reputation is well-deserved; to lead a powerhouse like Hyotei, one must truly have some skill.

"Of course! Winning the championship wouldn't be fun if I didn't defeat you myself!"

Keigo Atobe stretched out his hand, pointed at Ichijin Kagura with his tennis racket, and spoke arrogantly.

Today, he not only wants to lead Hyotei to victory, but also to rise to the top by stepping over Kagura Yijin.

"You're too greedy."

Kagura Ichijin shook his head.

This "want-it-all" mentality will inevitably backfire sooner or later.

Keigo Atobe could have easily won the championship, but he insisted on taking the risk to pursue the so-called "perfect victory".

Sometimes, excessive self-confidence is not a good thing.

"One game to decide the winner, Atobe serves."

"Ha ha!"

Atobe Keigo laughed loudly and turned to walk towards the service area.

He tossed the ball high into the air, jumped, and then swung his racket quickly!

"Bang!"

The tennis ball hurtled towards the baseline with a sharp whistling sound.

Kagura Ijin quickly ran to the landing point and swung his hand backhand.

"what?"

Seeing Kagura Ichijin so easily receive a serve that was over 190 km/h, Atobe Keigo's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly swung his racket and hit the ball back.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

After dozens of intense rallies, Kagura Ijin seized an opening and delivered a precise cross-court smash, sending the ball into the opposite corner.

"0-15!"

"As expected, the intensity is completely different."

The light in Atobe Keigo's eyes shone even brighter.

Kagura Ichijin's strength was greater than any of his previous opponents, which made him extremely excited.

Only by defeating such an opponent can his strength and magnificence be truly highlighted.