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

"Bang!"

After serving again, Evans frowned immediately and looked directly at his wrist. He had felt a sharp pain just moments before.

"15-0!"

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"Bang!"

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"Out!"

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"30-0!"

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"Out!"

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"40-0!"

After scoring consecutive points with his serve, Evans did not feel happy; instead, his expression became increasingly serious.

He knew he couldn't continue like this. If he kept using high-speed slices, he probably wouldn't even be able to swing his racket anymore.

"Bang!"

After taking a deep breath, Evans tossed the ball high into the air and hit a regular high-speed shot.

"Aren't you going to use it?"

Kagura Ijin's eyes lit up, and he quickly ran to the ball's landing point and swung his racket rapidly.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

After more than forty rounds, Kagura Ijin leaped high and scored directly with a powerful smash.

"40-15!"

"They're really troublesome."

Looking at Kagura Ichijin opposite him, Evans gave a wry smile.

The back-and-forth battles are equally challenging for him. Although he no longer injures his wrist, the long hours of swinging the racket put a considerable strain on his arm and are very physically demanding.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"40-30!"

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"Game, Evans, 2-1!"

"Senior, you're not planning to keep going like this forever, are you?"

Kagura Ichijin walked to the service area and loudly asked Evans.

He knew that Evans wanted to reduce the burden on his wrist in this way, but unfortunately this method could only delay the problem and could not solve it at its root.

"So what if it is?"

Evans smiled slightly. He knew he couldn't keep up with high-speed slices for long, but if he only used them two or three times per game, he should be able to last until the end of the match.

This was the best choice he had made after careful consideration. He didn't care what Kagura Ichijin thought; winning the match was the most important thing to him.

"I won't let you have your way."

After taking a deep breath, Kagura Ijin tossed the ball high into the air and swung his racket quickly.

"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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"30-30!"

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"40-30!"

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"Game, Evans, 2-2!"

After successfully holding his serve, Kagura Ichijin silently recited the system's commands.

Evans (Grade 9)

Speed: 3.5

Power: 3.5

Stamina: 3.5

Spirit: 2

Technology: 4

Total: 16.5

"Such a high level of five-dimensionality."

Kagura Ijin glanced at Evans with some surprise, then walked directly to the receiving area and assumed a defensive stance.

"Bang!"

After serving the ball again, Evans looked at Kagura Ikjin with a serious expression.

"15-0!"

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"Bang!"

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"Out!"

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"30-0!"

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"Out!"

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"Bang!"

After a series of service errors, Evans twisted his wrist, took a deep breath, tossed the ball high, and once again used a high-speed slice.

"Bang!"

After running to where the ball landed, Kagura Ichijin stared intently at the tennis ball as it landed.

The moment the tennis ball bounced, he decisively swung his racket and hit the ball back.

"What?"

Evans was shocked to see this, but he instinctively ran quickly toward where the ball had landed.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

After more than thirty rounds, Kagura Ichijin scored directly with a baseline cross-court shot.

"30-15!"

"Kid, how did you do that?"

Evans was filled with confusion. How did Kagura Ichijin suddenly receive his serve? This was unbelievable.

"Senior, your wrist is no longer strong enough to support you in hitting such perfect serves as before."

Kagura Ichijin smiled and said frankly.

Previously, Evans' serves bounced very little after landing, but now, due to his wrist problem, the bounce is noticeably higher.

Although they may seem similar to other competitors, to these individuals, these subtle differences are fatal flaws.

"That's impossible!"

Evans was furious; he didn't believe a word Kagura Yiren said.

After reaching the service area, he tossed the ball high and used a high-speed slice shot again.

"Bang!"

After easily returning the ball, Kagura Ichijin became even more composed; Evans no longer posed much of a threat to him.

"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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"40-40!"

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"AD-40!"

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"Game, Evans, 3-2!"

After barely holding his serve, Evans gripped his wrist tightly and silently walked to the receiving court.

In order to win this game, he used high-speed slice shots several times in a row, and now his wrist is hurting so much that it is affecting his hitting motion.

"Senior, you should just give up now, you can't beat me."

Kagura Ijin's expression was somewhat complicated. Evans was having trouble even with a normal return shot, let alone a high-speed slice.

He actually had a real chance to break Evans' serve, but in the end he opted for a more conservative approach of a long rally.

As he predicted, Evans was worn down by his protracted battle.

"Serve, I'm not giving up."

Evans' face was somewhat gloomy, but his eyes were unusually bright; he was determined to finish this match no matter what.

"Ugh!"

Kagura Ijin sighed, then went to the service area, tossed the ball high into the air, and swung his racket quickly.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"15-0!"

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"30-0!"

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"40-0!"

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"Game, Evans, 3-3!"

Despite his best efforts, Evans, who was not in good form, was unable to score against Kagura Ichijin.

"Whoosh!"

After taking several deep breaths, Evans' eyes narrowed, and he decisively used a high-speed slice shot.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

After a dozen or so rounds, Kagura Ijin rushed to the net and hit a short ball.

"0-15!"

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"Bang!"

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"Out!"

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"Bang!"

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"0-30!"

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"0-40!"

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"Game, Evans, 3-4!"

After his serve was broken, a look of despair flashed in Evans' eyes. He knew that the outcome of the match was no longer in doubt.

"Bang!"

When it was his turn to serve again, Kagura Ijin walked to the service court, tossed the ball high into the air, and swung his racket quickly.

"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"Bang!"

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"15-0!"

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"30-0!"

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"40-0!"

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"Game, Evans, 3-5!"

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"Game, Evans, 3-6!"

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"Match 5 is over, 6-3, Kagura Ikjin wins!"

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Congratulations to Yamabuki Middle School for defeating St. Icarus Academy 4-1 and advancing to the Round of 16!

As the referee gave the whistle, enthusiastic applause erupted in the arena, and the Yamabuki team rushed onto the field, surrounding Kagura Ijin to celebrate this moment.