Tennis: I have inherited the king's legacy and I am invincible

Tianyu keenly captured the subtle changes on the field and thought to himself that the time was ripe.

He fixed his eyes on his teammate Hiyoshi, who was standing ready at the net, and gently patted his shoulder. "It's time, Hiyoshi, give it your all."

(Tianyu: Oh, I was infected by Tezuka?)

The tense atmosphere of the game was like a taut string, and the key to this matchup lay in the last two rounds.

For his opponent Qian, who is good at data analysis, these two games are obviously not enough for him to fully understand the opponent's data.

But a subtle smile appeared in Tianyu's heart. He knew very well that Qian's so-called "data" was sometimes just a biased mirror that could not reflect the real situation. It was just a double-edged sword.

"What? You said Qian has already collected data for five rounds?" Tianyu's lips curled up in a playful arc.

Oh, if he thought he could see through everything with those data, he was totally wrong.

Wrong data will only lead him astray.

Since he enjoys collecting information, let him continue. However, what ultimately determines victory or defeat is never cold data, but individuals.

Human potential is unlimited, and this data cannot reflect it.

Then, Tianyu prepared to start his serve, and his whole aura seemed to have undergone subtle changes at this moment.

He raised his head slightly and looked at his opponent who was ready to attack, with an unprecedented light flashing in his eyes.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Tianyu suddenly had an idea and asked loudly in English in a slightly provocative yet polite tone: "Are you ready?"

A flock of crows flew by, and the whole audience was stunned.

Everyone present was stunned. This sentence exploded in their ears like thunder, completely overturning their existing impression of Tianyu.

Tianyu, the usually gentle and refined boy, could actually say such unexpected and even provocative words at this moment.

Atobe Keigo, at this moment his sharp eyes were fixed on a kid on the sidelines, his eyes full of confusion and doubt.

He secretly wondered in his heart, could it be that Tianyu was influenced by some characteristics of this little kid, which made him say such words?

Or is that Tianyu's nature? If that's his nature, then it's troublesome. (Tianyu: Thank you, Atobe)

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However, Tianyu himself seemed to be in another world, turning a deaf ear to all the discussions and speculations around him.

The only thing on his mind was the tennis ball in front of him.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes instantly became firm and cold, as if he could see through every subtle movement of the tennis ball.

Then, he shook his wrist lightly, and a phantom blade shot out like an arrow.

The tennis ball drew a beautiful arc in the air and suddenly split into five parts, attacking Inui Sadaharu at the same time like five lightning bolts.

Qian Zhenzhi was stunned by this sudden change.

He quickly analyzed the trajectory and speed of each tennis ball in his mind, trying to find the flaws.

But Tianyu's phantom blade was too exquisite, and each clone was almost indistinguishable from the real one, making Qian Zhenzhi unable to make a decision for a moment.

Just when he was hesitant and undecided, one of the tennis balls had quietly approached the baseline.

It completed the final sprint at an incredible speed and angle, directly hitting the target area at the baseline.

Score!

"15-0, Hyotei is leading."

Inui Sadaharu's body seemed to be bound by invisible shackles. He was stunned, and his eyes, which usually flashed with data, now lost focus.

Data, his most trusted partner, seemed so powerless in the face of sudden changes at this moment, and did not provide any guidance or answers.

For the first time, deep in his heart, he felt unprecedented confusion and emptiness.

Tianyu stood opposite, his eyes deep and sharp, as if he could see into people's hearts.

He looked at Qian Zhenzhi's almost frozen figure and spoke slowly. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the depths of Qian's soul.

"Qian, if the only data you rely on in this world fails, how will you deal with your opponent?"

Tianyu's voice echoed in the empty space, like the whisper of a devil, constantly destroying Qian's heart of Taoism.

He continued to analyze in depth, as if to completely awaken some kind of awakening deep within Qian.

"Furthermore, if the data not only stops guiding you but betrays you in a way you never anticipated, where will you go? Remember, in tennis, there are no absolute winners or losers, and no eternal and unchanging rules."

"Some balls transcend statistics. They carry the athlete's will and emotion, and hold infinite possibilities. Even if you can see the trajectory of such a ball through data analysis, you may not be able to intercept it."

Tianyu's words were like thunder, causing Qian Zhenzhi to fall into deep thought.

Scenes from the games flashed through his mind, those victories won thanks to data, and those opportunities missed due to insufficient data.

He began to reflect on whether he relied too much on data to the point of ignoring the infinite possibilities and unpredictability inherent in tennis itself.

At this moment, Tianyu did not give Qian Zhenzhi too much time to breathe. He swung his racket again, and three phantom blades cut through the air like ghosts and headed straight for Qian Zhenzhi.

But Qian still stood there without any reaction.

"Game Ice Emperor Tianyu, Riji, 5-1."

Tianyu heard the sound of something breaking. It was Qian's Dao heart.

At this moment, Qian is thinking about the significance of his journey into data tennis.

Inui Sadaharu felt that he had tried very hard, but still could not defeat his opponent. He could not help but begin to question whether his data tennis was really useful.

Fuji Shusuke's heart was broken at this moment. Who would understand his family? His teammates were halfway through the game, and suddenly they dropped the ball in the crucial round. He even suspected that Qian was deliberately playing him.

Fuji Shusuke quickly walked up to Qian, patted his shoulder gently, and asked with concern: "Are you okay, Qian?"

Inui Sadaharu raised his head and looked at Fuji Shusuke, with a trace of confusion and helplessness in his eyes.

He knew that now was not the time to be depressed, he had to adjust his mindset as soon as possible and regain his confidence.

Fuji Shusuke continued: "Don't worry, we still have a chance. Believe me, we will definitely win this game."

After saying that, he gave Qian an encouraging smile.

Inui Sadaharu took a deep breath and nodded, indicating that he would do his best.

He understood that this was not just a game, but also a test of his own beliefs.