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

"Ruo Ren, aren't you going to serve?"

After getting into the receiving area and taking a defensive stance, Sengoku Kiyosumi smiled and called out to Wakato Hiroshi, who was still in a daze.

"hateful……"

When Renhong came to his senses, he snapped his fingers and then suddenly switched to holding the racket with his left hand.

He tossed the ball low into the air, immediately applied strong topspin, and then hit the ball with force.

"15-0!"

"Huh? Is he imitating Ivanisevic this time?"

Sengoku Kiyosumi, who had just missed her target, was shocked as she watched the tennis ball bounce back after landing.

He originally thought that Wakatohiro could only imitate a "professional player", but he didn't expect that Wakatohiro was also a versatile player.

"Not bad, you do have some discernment."

Wakato Hiroshi looked at Sengoku Kiyosumi with a confident expression.

Since the opponent is so familiar with the person he imitates, they should understand even more the power of this left-handed topspin serve.

"interesting."

Sengoku Kiyosumi assumed a defensive stance and looked at Wakato Hiroshi with a serious expression.

"Bang!"

After serving another topspin ball, Wakato Hiroshi saw that Sengoku Kiyosumi suddenly took a half step back.

"Bang!"

Kiyosumi Sengoku skillfully returned the ball by applying spin to his racket.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

After more than ten rounds, Wakato Hiroshi successfully hit the ball into the corner of the baseline.

"30-0!"

"Not only is his serve imitated perfectly, but his baseline attack is also very sharp."

Sengoku Kiyosumi gripped his racket, his expression turning serious.

If Hirohiro controls the offensive rhythm very well, he has to be careful.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"40-0!"

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"40-15!"

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"40-30!"

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"40-40!"

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"40—AD!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 2-0!"

Having become familiar with Wakato Hiroshi's playing style, Sengoku Kiyosumi once again turned the tide by relying on dynamic vision.

Why is this happening?

Wakato looked completely bewildered. He was just one point away from winning the game, but in the end, he was broken.

The feeling of being suppressed from the beginning and then having it reversed at the end was something he found hard to accept.

"Ruo Ren, stop daydreaming, I'm about to serve."

Sengoku Kiyosumi gave a reminder, tossed the ball high into the air again, and then jumped up decisively, swinging his racket quickly.

"Tiger Cannon!"

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"15-0!"

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"hateful!"

Ruo Renhong snapped his fingers again, then switched to holding the racket in his right hand, adopted a defensive stance, and looked focused.

"Tiger Cannon!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"15-15!"

"Is he imitating Kuerten this time? No wonder his defensive ability is so strong."

Sengoku Kiyosumi gripped his racket tightly, his face grave.

Every time Wakato Hiroshi changes his role model, his playing style and rhythm will change accordingly.

"Tiger Cannon!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"30-15!"

After more than thirty rounds, Sengoku Kiyosumi scored directly with a precise interception.

"Tiger Cannon!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"30-30!"

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"40-30!"

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"40-40!"

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"AD-40!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 3-0!"

Why am I always just a little short?

Ruo Renhong looked puzzled. They had played three rounds already, and it was always the same.

At first, he was able to keep the score close, but in the end, he was always the one who lost.

"Ren, imitation is just imitation; you won't completely become another person."

Sengoku Kiyosumi shook his head and couldn't help but offer some advice.

While Wakatohiro's imitations were indeed incredibly lifelike, the "professional athletes" he imitated were far superior in physical ability to him. This gap simply cannot be bridged by imitation.

"snort!"

Wakatohiro gave Sengoku Kiyosumi a cold look, walked to the service area, and snapped his fingers again.

He will not be easily swayed by his opponent's words. He still has a chance and must not give up imitating easily, otherwise he will only suffer a more crushing defeat.

"Bang!"

On his second serve, Wakato Hiroshi kept a close eye on Sengoku Kiyosumi.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"15-0!"

After scoring a point with a beautiful volley, Wakato Hiroshi continued walking towards the service court without looking back.

"Is this an imitation of Sampras? That's quite a sharp interception."

Sengoku Kiyosumi's eyes lit up, and he returned to the receiving area, resuming his defensive stance.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"30-0!"

After scoring again with a volley, Wakatohiro breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems his imitation is not problematic; now we just need to be careful of Sengoku Kiyosumi's counterattack.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"40-0!"

With only one point left to win the game, Wakato took a deep breath and decisively rushed to the net after serving.

"Bang!"

Seeing that Wakato Hiroshi was about to try the same trick again, Sengoku Kiyosumi decisively knocked the ball to Wakato Hiroshi's feet.

"40-15!"

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"40-30!"

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"40-40!"

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"40—AD!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 4-0!"

"There shouldn't be any major changes in this match."

Kagura Ichijin, watching from the sidelines, nodded slightly.

Although Hiroshi Wakato was able to imitate many "professional players," he only changed his playing style, and his skill level did not improve much.

Once Sengoku Kiyosumi gets used to Wakato Hiroshi's rhythm, he won't lose points so easily anymore.

After silently reciting the system's name, Kagura Ichijin checked the five dimensions of the two individuals.

Ruo Renhong (Grade 1 of Junior High School)

Speed: 2

Power: 2

Stamina: 2

Spirit: 2.5

Technology: 3

Total: 11.5

Sengoku Kiyosumi (First year of junior high school)

Speed: 2

Power: 2.5

Stamina: 2.5

Spirit: 4.5

Technology: 3

Total: 14.5

Sengoku Kiyosumi's stats completely overwhelmed Wakato Hiroshi's, and even without using his full strength, he was still able to firmly control the game.

The rest of the match became a one-man show for Sengoku Kiyosumi. Although Wakato Hiroshi kept trying to fight back, he was ultimately powerless to turn the tide.

"Tiger Cannon!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"15-0!"

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"15-15!"

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"30-15!"

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"40-15!"

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"40-30!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 5-0!"

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"Game, Kiyosumi Sengoku, 6-0!"

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"Match 3 ends, 6-0, Kiyosumi Sengoku wins!"

At the referee's whistle, the Yamabuki crew erupted in cheers.

Although there are still two matches to play, the outcome is already decided, and Yamabuki has successfully advanced.

As the victor of this match, Sengoku Kiyosumi relapsed into her old habit after winning, waving frequently at the girls outside the court with a bright smile, completely ignoring the gloomy gazes of the Shonan team.