Prince of Tennis: Advent of Hyotei!

On the field, Nioh's transformation became more and more profound.

Jiro was about to be completely trapped in it and began to doubt himself.

The score was quickly widened to 3-1, which was quite passive.

But suddenly, he noticed a slight difference in the details of Nioh's transformation.

"No, he's not Feng! And he's not Atobe!"

"A Feng wouldn't play like that!"

"You can't fool me anymore!"

Jilang was like an angry little lamb, with fierce eyes and some ruffled fur.

The aura of selflessness suddenly flourished, even stronger than before.

There was a hint of coldness in his pupils.

Although Niou was somewhat doubtful, he did not believe that Jiro could break his illusion in such a short time.

After all, even he himself didn't find the flaw.

In the fifth game, Niou quickly served the ball.

This attack was swift and fierce, with great impact.

219KM/H, the speed of the ball instantly appeared on the big screen.

Although it has decreased slightly compared to the beginning, its power is still considerable.

However, the ball, which was not originally thought to be catchable, was intercepted by the racket face in the backcourt.

"what?"

At this moment, Ren Wang was a little stunned.

There was murderous intent in Jilang's eyes.

"drink!"

Unprecedented energy bursts out from this small body.

With a roar, he fought back with both hands holding the racket.

At the same time, he twisted his toes and rushed his body forward.

Jiro, who is already better at counter-interception at the net, can only exert greater strength at the net.

Realizing this, Niou tried to use a lob to keep Jiro in the backcourt.

But the moment he received the ball, he felt an abnormal vibration on the racket face, forcing him to give up the idea.

The topspin on this ball is too strong, and if you hit it rashly it will definitely go out of bounds.

Helpless, I could only push the ball forward.

Jiro has appeared in front of the net and hit the ball downward with his backhand.

The smooth arc turns into a giant net, removing the force from the ball while throwing it out in a light route.

Da, da, da... rolling~

A deft short ball at the net broke Nioh's suppression.

"0-15!"

This counterattack made Niou completely believe that his transformation was no longer effective.

But he was very puzzled. Where did he go wrong?

At this moment, Jilang, who was standing in front of the net, stared at Ren Wang coldly and said in a deep voice: "A Feng, you will never show mercy to my men."

"He's always getting better and better. You're nothing like him."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ren Wang was like a broken mirror, shattered into pieces.

"Is it exposed? Poof~"

Niou stuck out his tongue, shook his head, and switched the racket back to his left hand.

After all, it is not easy for a left-handed person to completely imitate the batting technique of a right-handed person.

He has done the best he can.

However, the most fatal loophole still appeared. This cannot be changed and we can only accept it.

At this moment, Jiro's condition soared as his mentality returned, and he completely entered into a focused mode.

Moreover, Niou's serve no longer posed a threat, but instead became the clarion call for Jiro's counterattack.

Waves of attacks in front of the net came one after another.

The gap that had originally widened was getting smaller and smaller, just like the receding tide.

Both sides were attacking alternately and the tempo quickened.

Although Jilang looks like a small man, his movement speed is not slow at all.

Suddenly, a powerful volley came from the net, and a tennis ball as heavy as a mountain came straight out.

Even though Niou had reacted, he was unable to control the strength in his hands.

"boom!"

"OUT!"

"Akutagawa Jiro wins this round, 3-3!"

The tennis ball flew out of the baseline and the two sides ended in a draw.

Game 7.

Niou lowered his head and closed his eyes, then slowly raised them.

At this moment, his image, which originally had silver hair and a small braid, changed drastically, and it seemed as if he even had an extra hat on his head.

"you are way behind."

At this moment, he directly changed his serving posture.

He no longer used Ye Shifeng's serving technique, but instead preferred to serve with more spin.

"boom!!"

When the ball bounced after hitting the ground, it bounced directly towards Jiro's face.

"It's the little one's outspin serve!"

Kikumaru exclaimed immediately.

Facing the incoming ball, Jilang was not in a hurry. He took a step back and swung his racket to fight back.

The next moment, Niou rushed towards the net at a rapid speed.

The moment he approached the tennis ball, he pushed off the ground with his feet and jumped up, concentrating all the inertia and explosive power of his body on his left hand.

"Swish ball B!"

"Bang bang bang..."

With a series of high bounces, the tennis ball bounced away quickly.

"15-0!"

Kikumaru exclaimed again: "So strong, this level of shot feels even faster than the little one."

Fuji pinched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Can the fraudster of Rikkai University easily imitate even his strength?"

At this time, the figure of an old cadre slowly walked out.

"Rather than imitating his abilities, it's better to say that he has a very high level of ability himself."

It was Tezuka who spoke.

Everyone was surprised by such an evaluation.

I didn't expect Tezuka to have such a high opinion of Nioh.

But if you think about it carefully, this answer is correct.

On the court, Nioh quickly regained his confidence.

Once again, he used his Nioh illusion to transform into a familiar person.

Just as Jiro seemed to have adjusted to Ryoma's offensive techniques, Niou made another switch.

This time, he exuded a more mature and stable aura.

"Hand...Tezuka?!"

Atobe was stunned. He had never expected that things would develop in this direction.

Now he really began to worry about Jiro.

At this moment, a mysterious energy wave gradually surrounded Ren Wang's body.

"boom!!"

"Niou Masaharu wins this round, 4-3!"

It was a seemingly ordinary backhand diagonal topspin ball.

But I never expected that the power of the explosion would be so huge.

The doubled force and speed made the already threatening attack even more difficult to resist.

"Zero Slice!"

"0-15!"

"Field plus zero-style slice!"

"0-30!"

"0-40!"

"Niou Masaharu wins this round, 5-3!"

Faced with Niou's phantom appearance as Tezuka, Jiro had no idea how to deal with it.

They can only run around and consume their own energy when defending.

It seemed that he could no longer keep up with the pace and was being left far behind.

"This is at least 80% of Tezuka's level."

"However, he should not be able to activate Perfect Fit."

Qiansui gave his own judgment.

"interesting."

"The Nioh Phantom is indeed a very complicated method."

"Ji Lang still has a long way to go in his growth."

Ye Shifeng did not feel discouraged or disappointed, and remained calm.

After all, it is indeed a bit early to let Jiro face a strong enemy of this level.

Nioh's cheat-like ability is indeed powerful.

At the beginning of the sixth game, Nioh's aura suddenly changed again.

He was directly transformed into a man of Qian Sui Qian Li, full of talent and radiant face.

"15 goals."

The final preview of the score was released.

"1 goals."

"2 goals."

"..."

"Goal 15!"

"boom!"

A gorgeous lob that went straight to the baseline.

After pressing on top, it rotates for a long time before stopping.

Soon after, the outcome became clear.

……

"This match is over. Rikkai University's Niou Masaharu wins!"

"The score is 6-3!"