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

"Handa, use Synchro, it's time."

Kishimoto Asato looked at Handa Yoshimasa with a serious expression.

While Australia's formation was effective, it wasn't enough to completely defeat their opponents.

Now it's time to reveal their final trump card: Australia's coordinated formation is their ultimate weapon against Guji Mushin and Ishimaru Kanto.

"it is good."

Yoshimasa Handa nodded solemnly, walked to the service area, and served another powerful topspin serve.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"15-0!"

After a few rounds, Kishimoto Mayo scored directly with a high-speed ball.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"30-0!"

After a few rounds, Yoshimasa Handa scored again with a short ball.

"Ishimaru, did you see that?"

Gu Jimin's expression grew increasingly solemn.

Kishimoto Mayo and Handa Yoshimasa scored at a significantly faster pace, their teamwork became more seamless, as if they were of one mind and didn't need any communication at all.

"Hmm, Kishimoto and Handa have really gotten to work; they've even mastered synchronization."

Ishimaru Kanto abandoned his nonchalant attitude and his expression became serious.

The pressure from Kishimoto Asato and Handa Yoshimasa is immense.

He had underestimated these two; they had grown to such an extent that it was no wonder they dared to make such boastful claims.

"It seems we can't hold back any longer, Ishimaru, let's begin."

Gu Jimuxin sighed.

I originally planned to save the synchronization for the national tournament, but it seems that's not going to happen now.

With Kishimoto Asato and Handa Yoshimasa's current strength, they can shine even in the national tournament.

"Um."

Ishimaru Kanto nodded.

If they don't go all out, they really could lose this game.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"30-15!"

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"40-15!"

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"40-30!"

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"40-40!"

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"AD-40!"

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"Game, Kishimoto/Handa, 5-4!"

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"Game, Kishimoto/Handa, 5-5!"

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"Game, Kishimoto/Handa, 6-5!"

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"Game, Kishimoto/Handa, 6-6!"

"They've started a tiebreaker! Kagura, is this what Ban-sama meant by 'synchronized resonance'?"

Sengoku Kiyosumi, watching from the sidelines, was utterly shocked.

He hadn't expected the match to be so intense. Was this the true strength of a national-level doubles team? They were incredibly strong!

"That's right, you rarely see this kind of high-quality competition even in national tournaments."

Kagura Ikjin's expression was solemn.

He never expected that the two doubles pairs on the court would be in sync, which was completely unexpected.

Whether it's Kishimoto Asahi and Handa Yoshimasa, or Tani Yoshiki Shin and Ishimaru Kanto, they are no longer ordinary national-level doubles players.

These two doubles pairs are extremely rare, even in national competitions.

"These two senior students are really good at hiding their secrets. If it weren't for this competition, I would still be in the dark."

A bitter smile appeared on Sengoku Kiyosumi's lips.

Since he and Akutsu Jin developed some tacit understanding, he often sparred with Tani Yoshiki Shin and Ishimaru Kanto, but these two seniors never used synchronized techniques.

Originally, he and Akutsu Jin thought that the gap between themselves and the two seniors was not that big, but now it seems that the two seniors were obviously letting them win and did not use their full strength.

"There's nothing we can do about it. If we went all out from the start and shut you out, it wouldn't be good for your training. It would just shatter your confidence."

Kagura Ichijin sighed.

A huge gap in strength is sometimes a helpless situation.

You can be ruthless towards your opponents, but you must consider your teammates' psychological resilience.

If I were to actually break someone's resolve and they were to stop playing tennis altogether, that would be a sin.

"Ugh!"

Sengoku Kiyosumi sighed and turned his gaze back to the arena.

The game has now reached its most crucial moment.

"Bang!"

Yoshimasa Handa tossed the ball high into the air, then swung his racket quickly.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"1-0!"

After more than twenty rounds, Masato Kishimoto scored directly with a baseline cross-court shot.

"Tornado!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"1-1!"

After more than ten rounds, Ishimaru Kanto scored directly with a volley.

"Tornado!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"1-2!"

After more than twenty rounds, Gu Jimusin scored directly with a smash.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"2-2!"

After more than twenty rounds, Yoshimasa Handa scored directly with a powerful spin shot.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"3-2!"

After more than twenty rounds, Kishimoto Mayo scored directly with a high-speed ball.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"3-3!"

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"6-6!"

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"10-10!"

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"20-20!"

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"30-30!"

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"50-50!"

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"70-70!"

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"100-100!"

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"129-130!"

The tiebreaker was extremely intense, with the score soaring and both players nearing their physical limits.

"Bang!"

It was Yoshimasa Handa's turn to serve again. He gritted his teeth and swung his racket to hit the ball.

"Bang!"

A glint flashed in Ishimaru Kanto's eyes, and he decisively used a forehand slice.

The tennis ball traced a strange semi-circular trajectory in the air, heading straight for the other side.

"?"

Kishimoto Mayo's swing missed, and he watched helplessly as the tennis ball landed but didn't bounce; instead, it rolled along the ground towards the edge of the court.

"129-131!"

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"Game, Kishimoto/Handa, 6-7!"

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"The second match is over, 7-6, Taniyoshi/Ishimaru win!"

"They actually scored directly from my topspin serve..."

After exiting the synchronization state, Handa Yoshi's face turned ashen.

The last ball didn't bounce because Ishimaru Kanto hit a forehand slice.

To execute this type of slice shot, you need to take advantage of the topspin shot from your opponent.

He was outmaneuvered, which ultimately cost him the entire game.

"We weren't prepared enough, Handa. Let's go. This place no longer belongs to us."

Kishimoto Asato walked over to Handa Yoshimasa, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a regretful expression.

They were still one step behind and lost the game, but fortunately there is still a chance. The national tournament is a better stage, provided that they become stronger.

"Ugh!"

Handa Yoshimasa gave Ishimaru Kanto, who was cheering, a deep look, then turned around and silently walked off the field with Kishimoto Masato.

The arena belongs to the winners, and they no longer have the right to stand here.