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

"The second match begins. Please bring on the Yamabuki Doubles Team 1 and the Josei Shonan Doubles Team 1."

"Ishimaru, it's our turn."

Tani Yoshiki Shin pulled his racket out of his tennis bag, nodded calmly to Banta Mikiya on the coach's bench, and then strode toward the referee.

"I hope I'll encounter an interesting opponent this time."

A playful smile appeared on Ishimaru Kanto's lips as he casually slung his racket over his shoulder and followed closely beside Tanijiki Shin, his steps light and confident.

"A decisive game, Taniyoshi/Ishimaru serve."

"Bang!"

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"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!"

In less than ten minutes, the seemingly formidable third-year doubles pair from Shonan High School were swept out of the game.

"Those two seniors are really amazing, they beat us so fast!"

Sengoku Kiyosumi, who had just finished warming up and was walking back, witnessed the end of the match. He couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock.

This is the Kanto Tournament! The strength of the opponents is absolutely not to be underestimated. But even so, they are as fragile as paper in front of Tani Yoshiki Shin and Ishimaru Kanto.

"That's not surprising; the students from Rikkai University probably feel the same way."

Kagura Ijin turned his head to the side, his gaze passing over the net and looking directly at a certain spot outside the court.

Just as Tani Yoshiki and Ishimaru were playing their match, a large group of Rikkai University students walked over.

They wore their signature khaki team uniforms, each with a serious expression and a powerful presence.

Clearly, Seigaku has been eliminated by them, and judging from the time, the five matches probably took less than an hour in total.

"The difference is so huge..."

Following Kagura Ichijin's gaze, Sengoku Kiyosumi looked at Tani Yoshiki Shin and Ishimaru Kanto, who had just won easily, and his expression became increasingly serious.

The Kanto Tournament was indeed very competitive, with many national-level competitors, which made him feel an invisible pressure.

"Sengoku, if the opponent isn't strong, don't use your full strength."

Kagura Ichijin withdrew his gaze and solemnly instructed.

"See that guy over there from Rikkai who keeps squinting? That's Renji Yanagi, he's good at data tennis. Be careful, don't let him figure you out."

Rikkai University's purpose for this trip was clear: to gather intelligence, and Yamabuki was naturally their primary target.

This left Kagura Ichijin speechless. It was clear that Atobe Keigo was the culprit behind all this, yet he was completely unscathed.

Rikkai's next opponent will definitely be Hyotei, but instead of gathering information about Hyotei, they've set their sights on Yamabuki, whom they're unlikely to face before the finals.

"Okay, I understand."

Sengoku Kiyosumi nodded solemnly.

The Kanto Tournament is not only a contest of strength, but also a battle of intelligence; a slight misstep can allow the opponent to seize upon a weakness.

"The third match begins. Yamabuki will play the third singles match, and Josei Shonan will play the third singles match."

"Kagura, I'm going."

Kiyosumi Sengoku picked up his racket, took a deep breath, and walked toward the referee.

Now that Yamabuki has won both of his matches, he can be said to have the victory in the bag, and the pressure on him has naturally been reduced a lot.

This time, his opponent is Hiroshi Wakato, a first-year student at Shonan University, a boy who always wears a confident smile.

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

"Are you Yamabuki people always this lucky?"

Seeing that Sengoku Kiyosumi guessed the ball correctly again and won the right to serve, Wakato Hiroshi couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

This has happened three times in a row; their luck is simply incredible.

"I don't know, but I've always been very lucky."

Sengoku Kiyosumi smiled slightly, offered no further explanation, and turned to walk towards the service area.

"Tiger Cannon!"

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

"15-0!"

"It's definitely extraordinary, but it's not like it's completely unreachable."

Looking at the tennis ball rolling behind him, Wakatohiro was not panicked at all. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt more confident.

The intelligence reports said that Sengoku Kiyosumi's serve was very powerful, and it seems that this is indeed the case. A serve with a speed of over 185 km/h is indeed very threatening, but it is not unsolvable.

"Tiger Cannon!"

When the ball was served again, Sengoku Kiyosumi was surprised to find that Wakato Hiroshi had already run to the ball's landing point and was in a pose that was very familiar to him.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

Both sides engaged in a fierce battle at the baseline.

After more than ten rounds, Ruo Renhong seized the opportunity and scored directly with a precise baseline through ball.

"15-15!"

"Is this... imitating Agassi?"

Sengoku Kiyosumi looked on with curiosity; it was the first time he had encountered this type of opponent.

His gestures and even the subtle movements when hitting the ball were exactly like Agassi's.

"That's right, Sengoku-kun, you can't possibly beat me."

Hiroshi Wakato even imitated Agassi's tone, teasing Kiyosumi Sengoku.

Sengoku Kiyosumi's strength was indeed average, consistent with the intelligence reports.

As long as he can catch Sengoku Kiyosumi's "Tiger Cannon", then Sengoku Kiyosumi will not pose much of a threat to him.

"interesting."

Sengoku Kiyosumi's eyes lit up. The feeling of competing on the same stage with a "professional player" was so wonderful. Even though she knew that the other party was just imitating, it was still exciting enough.

"Tiger Cannon!"

After serving the ball again, Sengoku Kiyosumi looked at Wakato Hiroshi with a serious expression.

"I won't shed a tear until I see the coffin."

Ruo Renhong's eyes narrowed, and he quickly swung his racket to meet the attack.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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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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"AD-40!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 1-0!"

After a fierce struggle, Sengoku Kiyosumi successfully held his serve.

A slight smile appeared on his lips. Ruo Renhong's imitation skills were indeed quite good, but unfortunately his foundation was too poor, and he couldn't bring out Agassi's true level at all. Otherwise, he wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.

"How is this possible?"

Ruo Renhong looked completely bewildered. He had initially thought he had the upper hand, but before he knew it, the tables had turned.

Despite not appearing particularly strong and performing only moderately well, Sengoku Kiyosumi always manages to score at crucial moments.

Once or twice is one thing, but to have it happen every time? This person's luck is just too good.