Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

On the high platform, Tono Atsuki laughed and mocked.

He seemed to be very disdainful of such tennis.

Kitagawa and Shiba Taizou on the side turned their heads and looked at him without saying anything.

Toono Atsuki exclaimed, "Why, you two basketball players, do you have any opinions?"

"Being able to imitate so closely is also a kind of tennis style. This is also his strength, isn't it?" Beichuan said, "It's just like when we play basketball, we imitate other people's shooting postures and power techniques. If the shot goes in, it's a score, isn't that enough? Isn't tennis the same, it's just about hitting the ball into the opponent's court and making it impossible for the opponent to hit back and score?"

Before Tono Atsuki could respond, Shiba Taizo added:

"Yes, Tono, Kitagawa is right. Your execution tennis makes the opponent lose the ability to hit back, isn't it just for scoring? Don't laugh, at least he has the ability to imitate it. Be careful that your opponent will be him in the future. If he imitates your execution, you will be the one being executed passively."

Tono Atsuki tutted his words: "That's enough, you two. Are you speaking up for your brother? I heard that he was also beaten for imitation?"

"No, it's a replica." Beichuan said proudly: "A replica is to play someone else's tennis perfectly, without any flaws or rustiness."

Phoenix, who had remained silent, finally turned around and looked at him: "Reprint?"

"That's right." Zhi Taizo also boasted a little, as if he was very proud of talking about his "student": "It's a replica. Although I'm not good at playing tennis, I'm not blind. Phoenix, I'm also reminding you, be careful that he copies you, then how are you going to fight back with your tennis?"

Phoenix turned his head and continued to watch the game, expressionless and silent.

Just as Niou attacked Atobe again with a slightly clumsy, obviously unfamiliar waltz towards destruction, he spoke again:

"How can I hit back at my tennis ball? I have to see first if he has the ability to replicate my tennis ball. Otherwise, if he tries to replicate it, he will be courting death."

Kitagawa and Shiba Taizo fell silent after hearing this.

"3-4! Change of venue!"

Short break.

"No, Atobe, that's not enough?"

Nanchuan handed Atobe a water bottle and a towel to wipe his sweat.

"I just said that you would definitely surprise us. What happened? You were beaten by someone who imitated your tennis. It's not your style not to seek revenge."

"Akuzu is right, you are really noisy." Atobe raised his head and drank most of the bottle of water, then smiled and said, "My eyes are watching you. He is not you, and he can't copy my tennis. He has flaws everywhere."

"What about you? Um... Anyway, I thought you were blind and had your racket knocked away."

"I am just observing and testing. You said that only by fully understanding the opponent's playing habits and routes can we fight back, right?

Moreover, I think this guy has some talent. This kind of tennis is very interesting. Maybe he will be a strong opponent in the future. Therefore, I have to know more about his tennis thinking and study it in the future. Remember, record the video, we must watch it carefully when we go back."

Oshitari nodded: "Don't worry, it's all recorded."

Nanchuan also nodded: "Okay, as long as you know your limits, but to be honest, I'm quite nervous. If we lose, we lose, and we'll lose our position as the overlord. Sir, let's be serious and win first, and stop playing around."

Atobe didn't say anything, but his aura changed instantly and became extremely serious.

He wiped the sweat off his face, picked up his racket, returned to the court, and started clapping again.

A cheerleading team of hundreds of people cooperated instantly:

"The Ice Emperor will win!"

"Master Atobe will win!"

The atmosphere of the competition reached a white-hot stage first.

Niou, who entered again, swapped places with him and said:

"Hey, I'm watching you."

"Don't be complacent, I'm watching you too."

The two men exchanged momentum, and the scene fell silent.

There was only the sound of reporters' shutter clicks, and the game officially continued, and it was Atobe's turn to serve.

The tennis ball was hit back and forth in Atobe's hand. He tried the elasticity of the new tennis ball, then threw the tennis ball up to complete the shot.

boom!

The tennis ball was hit away by his powerful force, and the speed was so fast that it almost formed a fire shadow in the air.

The ground fell under the feet of Niou who had already made a counterattack. Just as he was about to swing his racket to hit back, his eyes suddenly shrank:

"What, what's going on?"

The tennis ball slid forward almost close to the ground and did not bounce up at all. Niou just lost the chance to fight back.

"15-0"

Amidst the silent shock, the extremely serious Tezuka continued to serve without waiting for his opponent to react.

"boom!"

The tennis ball still slid almost close to the ground, blocking Nioh's counterattack.

"30-0"

"40-0"

"3-5! Decisive game!"

Mr. Atobe's successful counterattack once again suppressed the enthusiasm that had just risen at Rikkai University.

And this goal won everyone's shock and praise:

"What happened? Why didn't the tennis ball bounce?"

"The first graders nowadays are really interesting. The tennis they play is more interesting than those second and third graders!"

"So what's the name of this ball? It's so cool, it's simply unsolvable, right?"

At this time, Atobe stood at the bottom line and said proudly:

"Name: Tannhauser Serve."

"Don't get too caught up in my amazing ball skills."

...

"Tanhuaiser serves?" Phoenix said softly, "Interesting, but this ball has many flaws."

Beichuan: "I think it's perfect. Isn't it because it didn't bounce back?"

Toono Atsuki: "You are a layman who plays basketball. I don't blame you for not being able to see it. This tennis ball actually adds a strong backspin to the return ball, making it almost impossible for the tennis ball to bounce after it hits the ground. But it doesn't mean that it doesn't bounce at all."

He patiently explained, "If you look more carefully, you will find that the bounce distance is still a bit high. It tests reaction ability, racket swing speed, force control, and wrist flexibility. As long as these can be achieved, this ball can be hit back. Is this white-faced kid from Nioh blind and can't see it at all, or does he really not have the ability?"

This serve that seemed perfect and almost unsolvable to others, had so many flaws in the eyes of these two high school students.

Beichuan was speechless, he was indeed a layman, which made him more and more curious to see if his younger brother's tennis would also be criticized in the same way.

Phoenix said: "Hmm... Now I finally understand why this old man wanted to consume his opponent's physical strength in the first one or two rounds and chose to slow down the pace of the game."

Chapter 58 Paying the Price

"Why?" Beichuan asked without thinking.

Phoenix looked back at him, raised his chin and faced Atobe:

"It's just a trick, and it can hurt your body. This type of fighting style will undoubtedly put a strain on your arms. At this stage, he can only last one round at best."

Beichuan: "So, there is something wrong with his arm now? In the next round, he might be defeated?"

Phoenix nodded: "This drawback is no joke, unless he doesn't want his arm anymore, and consuming the opponent's physical strength is nothing more than trying to pull the opponent into a tug-of-war situation that he is good at. This kid has a lot of ideas."

"As for whether this Nioh can fight back... who knows."

……

The game continues.

Niou serves.

Atobe's current condition is in good shape and he is sure to win. Except for Nanchuan, Tezuka, and Phoenix and others who saw the problem on the podium, no one knows that Atobe's arm is already aching slightly.

If he wants to continue playing, then Tanner’s serve needs to be blocked.

But he still started to provoke Niou, and his tone was quite asking for a beating.

"Want to imitate? How are you going to imitate my serve? Don't be ridiculous, you are just an imposter. But, I am still looking forward to your imitation performance, please give me some face."

Atobe's confidence was natural, as if he was sure that Niou could not imitate him. His provocation was so provocative that it deserved a beating. Sanada and the other second and third year seniors outside the field were all clenching their fists.

Niou stood silently at the serving area, adjusting his racket strings, and looked completely disdainful of Atobe's provocation.

This game was crucial for him and the entire Rikkai University. If he lost at the final point of Atobe's match, the match between Rikkai University and Hyotei would have gone to the last singles match, which would have marked the boundary between victory and defeat.

From an almost certain victory situation at the beginning to the current precarious situation, it has more or less affected Renwang's mentality.

During my first year at Rikkai University, I had a smooth journey. Apart from the harsh daily training, I actually didn't experience any beatings.

Once faced with such a stressful game, flaws are inevitable.

But his opponent today is the extremely insightful Atobe Keigo.

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"15-15"

"30-15"

"30-30"

Niou's attacks were seen through by Atobe again and again, and Atobe's defense was almost impeccable.

Reporter Inoue Mamoru came to Nanchuan and asked:

"Minamikawa-san, has Atobe-san been training in tennis in England? His strong insight must have been developed during that time, right?"

While pressing the shutter, he held a pen and notes. I couldn't interview him normally, so I took the opportunity to ask him questions.

Nanchuan was happy to answer while watching the game:

"Yes, Atobe grew up mainly in England, and he got in touch with tennis there, and that's where he grew up."

"Well... foreigners are taller than us Japanese, you know, reporter uncle, they have a natural physical advantage over us when playing tennis, which led to most of the defeats of Atobe at that time.

So at a young age, Tezuka grew up in this kind of tennis environment. In order to defeat his opponent, he could only create his own advantages for himself, that is, to see through his opponent's flaws.

He would take advantage of his opponent's weaknesses and flaws to defeat them. It was under such circumstances that his eyes became extremely perceptive and accurate. "

Inoue Mamoru paused for a moment, "I see. Atobe-san is very experienced. No wonder he has evolved so quickly. Being able to play tennis like Tannhauser's serve is enough to show his potential. Hmm... I'm afraid that Niou will be dragged into a protracted battle by Atobe."

Nanchuan didn't say anything. He couldn't quite figure out Jibe.

The current situation is such that Renou can see through him, and the battle should be resolved quickly. Why is he still fighting his opponent like this?

But soon, he found out.

This guy's arm might have really had too much impact.

Tannhauser's serve applies a strong backspin, which is similar to the zero serve. The force exerted will put a load on the arms and cause increased pain in the arm muscles. If used too many times, the player will lose the ability to return the ball, and in severe cases, it may even ruin his tennis career.

After all, my arm is broken, so how can I play tennis?

But what I didn't expect was that after just playing one game, Totoro showed slightly serious symptoms.

At this time, Oshitari frowned and said:

"Is Atobe's arm a little red?"

Nanchuan hummed, "He didn't practice this ball well enough, so he felt such a heavy burden, and Ren Wang must have noticed it."

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"40-40, tied! Rikkai University serves!"

"Damn it, this kid seems to have figured out something?"

As Atobe hit back the tennis ball at a tricky angle, his arm began to hurt again.

"I found out." Ren Wang smiled mysteriously, "Your hand won't hold up for long."