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

The rest of the game fell entirely under Kagura Ijin's control.

Despite his best efforts, Fuji Syusuke still found himself overwhelmed by the sheer power and experience of the opponent.

"Bang!"

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"0-15!"

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"0-30!"

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"0-40!"

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"Game, Fuji Syusuke, 0-3!"

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"Game, Fuji Syusuke, 0-4!"

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"Game, Fuji Syusuke, 0-5!"

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"boom!"

When it was Kagura Ijin's turn to serve again, he once again unleashed his full power.

"15-0!"

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"30-0!"

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"40-0!"

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"boom!"

Kagura Ijin served again, and this time, he saw that Fuji Syusuke had actually run to the landing point of the ball and was going to meet it with both hands holding the racket.

"Go back...!"

Shusuke Fuji gritted his teeth, used the spin on his racket to dissipate some of the impact, and forcefully pushed the ball back.

"40-15!"

"Have you adapted yet? That's a truly terrifying talent."

Kagura Ichijin was somewhat surprised.

But even if he catches it, what difference does it make? He can still serve an even faster ball.

"boom!"

After tossing the ball high into the air, Kagura Ijin jumped even higher this time, and the power of his swing also increased.

"40-30!"

"Is this what a real national-level serve looks like?"

Fuji Syusuke, who successfully returned the ball, was not happy at all. Instead, he stared at his trembling hands with a bitter smile.

"They actually fought back."

Kagura Ikjin was completely stunned. That ball was close to 200 km/h! Fuji Syusuke shouldn't have been able to catch it.

"Kagura-kun, aren't you going to serve?"

Fuji Syusuke's eyes shone brightly, a testament to the excitement of finding a breakthrough.

He has now cracked Kagura Ichijin's serve, and all he needs to do now is slowly score points to turn the tide.

"He's actually become more confident, that's interesting."

Kagura Ichijin smiled slightly and this time simply served a regular high-speed ball.

"Bang!"

Fuji Syusuke deliberately threw a high lob, his eyes full of provocation.

"Was it intentional?"

Kagura Ijin jumped and smashed the ball without hesitation.

Whatever Fuji Syusuke wanted to do, he couldn't possibly let this opportunity slip by.

"They're here!"

Fuji Syusuke held the racket in both hands and swung it with his back turned.

"The Qilin has been captured!"

The tennis ball flew towards the baseline with intense spin.

"40-40!"

"Two-handed racket grip? Is this some kind of evolution?"

Seeing this, Kagura Ichijin felt a sense of foreboding.

"Kagura-kun, this is Kirin's Capture. You're the first person to witness this move."

"I'm smiling," Fuji Syusuke said.

"Really? Looks like I'm very lucky."

Kagura Ijin took a deep breath and served again.

"A good opportunity."

Sensing the movement of the wind, a glint flashed in Fuji Syusuke's eyes.

"White Dragon!"

"Another high-ball tackle?"

Kagura Ichijin was slightly taken aback, then went to the baseline and got into a counterattack position.

Since Fuji Syusuke has already used Kirin's Net, he shouldn't use the smash again, otherwise he'll just lose points for nothing.

"40—AD!"

"what?"

After missing his target, Kagura Ichijin was about to step forward to hit the ball again when he saw that the tennis ball did not fly back into Fuji Syusuke's hands, but instead darted rapidly to the side.

Looking at the tennis ball rolling to the side, Kagura Ichijin felt somewhat helpless. He knew that this was Fuji Syusuke's White Dragon.

"Kagura-kun, thank you so much for today. If you hadn't put so much pressure on me, I wouldn't have been able to complete the new triple counterattack so quickly."

"I'm serious," Fuji Syusuke said.

"..."

Kagura Ichijin remained silent.

He began to regret agreeing to the sparring match.

First it was Atobe Keigo, and now it's Fuji Syusuke; these are all potential rivals of Yamabuki.

During this period, he naturally hoped that these people would be as weak as possible, so that Yamabuki would have a higher chance of winning the championship.

But now, for some reason, these geniuses are like sponges that absorb water. Every time they fight, they can learn something from him and then evolve rapidly.

Aside from being a "experience point baby," he seemed to have gained nothing.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

After seeing the ball hit the net, Fuji Syusuke decisively used Phoenix Returns to the Nest, sending the ball gliding rapidly along the ground.

"Game, Fuji Syusuke, 1-5!"

With his evolved triple counterattack, Fuji Syusuke successfully broke Kagura Ichijin's serve and won the game.

"The Triple Strike has indeed evolved completely."

Kagura Ichijin sighed, assumed a defensive stance, and looked serious.

"Bang!"

Fuji Syusuke serves again, his attention highly focused.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

After more than ten rounds, Fuji Syusuke scored again using White Dragon.

"15-0!"

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"30-0!"

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"30-15!"

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"40-15!"

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"40-30!"

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"40-40!"

"His foundation is so solid, he's not giving him any chance at all."

As the score was caught up again, Fuji Syusuke's expression became somewhat serious.

After the start of this game, Kagura Ijin did not use any smashes, nor did he hit any topspin shots, and he did not let the ball touch the net. This invisibly sealed away his Kirin Falling into the Net and Phoenix Returning to the Nest skills once again.

If it weren't for the constant winds at night, he probably wouldn't have been able to use his White Dragon.

"Bang!"

Facing the vanished serve once again, Kagura Ichijin seized the opportunity and scored directly with a sharp baseline through ball.

"40—AD!"

"what?"

This time, it was Kagura Ichijin's turn to be stunned.

The serve that disappeared—was it really that easy to return? Has he become so familiar with this serve? Or…?

Kagura Ichijin subconsciously began to silently recite the system's name.

Kagura I-Jen (Grade 1, Junior High)

Speed: 3

Power: 3

Stamina: 3

Spirit: 10

Technology: 3

Total: 22

"The technology level increased by 0.5?"

Kagura Ichijin was overjoyed.

Since his last match with Kanto Ishimaru, his five dimensions have stagnated. He never expected to gain so much from sparring with Syusuke Fuji this time.

"Bang!"

As Fuji served the ball again, Kagura Ijin's lips curled up, and his swing became even smoother and more fluid.

"Game, Fuji Syusuke, 1-6!"

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"Match ended, 6-1, Kagura Ikjin wins!"

"I lost?"

Fuji Syusuke stared blankly at the tennis ball rolling behind him.

Even though the triple counterattack has evolved, why can't I still win?

On the final ball, Kagura Ichijin's return shot was noticeably more powerful, and even though he had anticipated it, his body still couldn't keep up.

"Fuji-kun, it's getting late, I have to go."

Kagura Ichijin walked to the bench, picked up his tennis bag, slung it over his shoulder, waved to Fuji Syusuke who was still in a daze, and turned to walk into the night.

Today's harvest was far more fruitful than expected; it's time to go back and get a good rest.