The Prince of Tennis, Talent Replication

Chapter 110

"If that Ren-ou had used a strategy of using minimal force to overcome great strength from the start, this match probably wouldn't have ended 7-5, right?"

Satoshi Horio lowered his brows and said thoughtfully.

Katsuro Kato: "Horio, how can you say that? Regardless, Masaharu Niou won the match, didn't he?"

"That's true, but since we can shut out the opponent, why give them a chance?"

There are quite a few similar comments.

As Niou Masaharu looked at the numbers on the scoreboard, a sense of realization washed over him.

Those low-spirited comments also proved one thing: no one cared about the struggles he went through on the field. No one, everyone only cared about the result of the game, and that result was written nakedly on the scoreboard: 7-5, which wasn't a bad result.

However, compared to the previous two 6-0 victories, this is somewhat flawed.

Even worse, the flaws become even more apparent when everyone believes a 6-0 scoreline is possible.

"It doesn't matter," Niou Masaharu thought to himself with a self-deprecating laugh, "strength is not something I'm good at anyway."

"The next match will be the singles No. 2 game between the US West Coast team and the Kanto team. Players, please prepare yourselves!"

"Akuzu-senpai, do your best!!!"

Over in the stands, before the list was even announced, Akutsu's fervent fan, Tan Taichi, had already started shouting.

It instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Please welcome the Kanto delegation, Yamabuki Junior High School third-year student—Akuzu Jin!!"

Many people present were stunned and began whispering among themselves: "Akuzu, he said it was Akutsu, that Akutsu, right?"

"That's right, it's Akutsu, the weirdo from Yamabuki Junior High School."

"Oh dear, how was that kind of monster chosen?"

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Those who heard such remarks felt really uncomfortable.

We can only hope that Akutsu can win this time.

Tan Taichi: "Sengoku-senpai, Akutsu-senpai will win, right?"

Sengoku Kiyosumi looked towards the entrance and saw a man walking out with a muscular physique that others could only dream of, a handsome head of slicked-back hair, and an aura completely different from others.

"Akuzu, that guy is really lucky," Sengoku Kiyosumi remarked.

"Senior Sengoku?" Tan Taichi called out to him again.

"Oh, him? He'll win." Sengoku Kiyosumi scratched his head and laughed, "The person that guy chose can't be wrong."

Tanta's expression turned solemn as he thought to himself, "Akuzu-senpai, we must win."

—Off the field, Hanamura Aoi turned her head and smiled slightly: "Natsume-kun, then I'll have to trouble you to take charge. Although the next match isn't far away, I'll still appreciate your help."

When the woman said that, even Guoguang was stunned for a moment.

It's important to know that the decision to participate rested with Hanamura Aoi, and Teya Kunimitsu had hoped that given his fondness for Echizen, he might have a chance to fight for his place...

"Please welcome the US West Coast team's number two singles player, the tennis machine—Arnold Ignischio!!"

"Bang!"

"Every time their players come out, there's a salute."

"Oh, that's true."

"What's wrong?"

"Even with salutes, they still lost the game."

"However, if it weren't for the requirement to play all seven games, the American West would have lost long ago under the usual game rules."

You know that, right?

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Richard's pre-match coaching: "In this match, you only have one path: to win 100%, otherwise... you should know the consequences."

"Yes, Boss!"

Arnold Ignischufu nodded solemnly.

"Beat him up!"

On the other side, Natsume Tsuki only threw this one sentence at Akutsu.

Akutsu walked onto the court carrying his racket.

"Those two people look alike."

"That's right, Arnold Ignis Hideo of the American West team, Reiji Kamishiro of Shonan Junior High, and Akutsu of Yamabuki Junior High, these three all look tall and big, like cold machines, giving people a scary feeling."

"Nakamura, what's the point of a match like this?"

"Gentlemen, please believe me, Arnold Ignischuv has never lost."

When faced with questions from the investor, Nakamura hurriedly offered an explanation.

"If we don't win this time, we're leaving," the investors threatened.

Nakamura could only pray as he looked towards the field.

"Tap tap tap!"

Arnold Ignischuv tossed the ball into the air, his long, sharp eyes scanning the opposite field like an eagle's, each landing point imprinted deep in his mind.

"Bang!"

It can be said that it can hit wherever it is pointed.

He launched the ball, and it flew almost flawlessly toward the spot he had his eye on.

Akutsu leaped backward, his entire body displaying remarkable flexibility in both muscle and physique.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Arnold Ignischuo relentlessly sought out Akutsu's weaknesses.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he thought to himself with certainty, "I've found it!"

"Bang!"

A ball flew out.

"Hmph, I saw through it long ago."

Akutsu gave a wicked smile.

"Bang!"

"Zero to fifteen".

Arnold Ignischuo looked at Akutsu in disbelief.

"Akuzu-senpai, that's amazing."

"build!"

"Zero to thirty"

"Bang!"

"Zero to forty"

Everyone watching was stunned.

"Um, is Akutsu that good?" Momoshiro Takeshi said, "He scored three points in a row."

Eiji Kikumaru: "He looks much stronger than when he fought Echizen."

Sadaharu Inui: "Arnold's fighting style is very precise, but he seems unable to perform at all against Akutsu."

Satoshi Horio: "I remember, Akutsu was also in the Natsume group, right?"

"Horio, how come you remember everything?" Tomoka Kosaka mocked him.

Satoshi Horio quickly replied, "No, it's just that the people in this group are quite special."

Eiji Kikumaru: "Now that you mention it, it does seem to be true."

Arnold Ignischuo's technique was completely ineffective against Akutsu's lightning-fast movements; no matter where he hit, he couldn't score.

Richard's expression grew serious: "If this continues, we're bound to lose..."

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He has already started thinking of ways to deal with it.

"Nakamura, is this what you meant by a 100% win rate?"

"In my opinion, we're definitely going to lose this match again."

Faced with the backlash from his sponsors, Nakamura was speechless, thinking to himself, "Mr. Baker, you promised, what happened..."

"I'm telling you, you're a tennis machine, how come you can't even handle a match like that?" Richard said coldly.

"I'm sorry, Boss!"

Arnold Ignischuv gripped his racket tightly.

"Go ahead, I'll be watching your performance," Richard ordered without room for argument.

"yes!"

This tennis machine was reminded of his days playing in Europe.

"Tap tap tap!"

"call out!"

"That ball should be on the left, right? Why isn't Akutsu moving?"

Arnold Ignischuv's shot was like a shot put, with a heavy feel to its flight, yet incredibly fast, like a tram flashing by.

The ball curved in the center of the field and flew to the right, leaving everyone puzzled by Akutsu's unmoved stance in the middle.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle~"

Just as Akutsu turned to the right, the ball suddenly bounced wildly, made a bend in the air, and accelerated to the left.

"that...

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Satoshi Horio suddenly shouted, "Didn't we see that at the training camp?"

"o?"

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Those who were unaware of the situation and had never been to the training camp all turned their heads and strained their ears to listen.

"That's right, that's the shot that Natsume's team made during the final inspection."

Eiji Kikumaru said seriously, "It looks like the ball is going to the left, but it's actually aimed at the right."

Guan Yuechu: "That's right, that's right, it's similar to my move in the regional monthly tournament."

"District monthly competition..." Everyone felt a wave of embarrassment.

"Oh, that kind of shot has absolutely no chance of scoring."

"Sengoku Kiyosumi said."

"Oh?" Ryuki Sakuno turned her head.

Inui Sadaharu: "Because, for Akutsu, he has seen that kind of ball too many times."

Tan Taichi: "Besides, Akutsu-senpai learned even more from Natsume's group, so there's absolutely no problem. I don't have to worry about it anymore."

"Here it comes, Arnold Ignischuv's signature move, Precision Positioning."

The Greta brothers praised him lavishly.

A dejected Billy Casey chimed in, "I heard from Nakamura that this Akutsu used to be a street thug, yet he managed to beat Ignisho 4-0. That's impressive. He probably can't handle this ball."

Bobby Marx: "Never underestimate those guys, there's something strange about them..."

"He scored," Arnold Ignischuv said.

"Keep dreaming."

Akutsu suddenly moved, instantly appearing in front of the ball.

"Bang!"

He spread his body out wide, like a vine, and hit a beautiful side-spin shot.

"!"

"Zero to fifteen!"

"oh?!"

A gasp rippled through the crowd.

Hanamura Aoi: "She's really a promising talent."

Ryo Mido: "Akuzu, he really is a terrifying monster."

Chotaro Ootori: "It's said that he has a physique naturally suited for sports, and with just a little practice, he can excel at all kinds of sports, not to mention..."

Atobe Keigo: "Besides, that guy actually trained harder than anyone else during this training camp..."

"Bang!"

Arnold Ignischuv's mind is starting to go haywire.

A cold, impersonal machine, when all data is rendered useless, can only fight back with the excitement in its muscles and brain.

Gradually, he gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his cheeks.

"Has it turned into a fierce battle?"

This tennis machine, who used to be so carefree, changed after Richard said he would remove him from the tournament.

The person opposite me was a guy of similar build.

Arnold Ignischuv no longer had any obsession with grades.

They just fought on instinct.

"Match ended! Kanto team Akutsu wins, score 6-0!"

When the referee announced the result of the match, the tennis machine, which was already sweating profusely, suddenly relaxed.

"You played well."

He walked to the net and reached out his hand.

Akutsu didn't reach out. He turned and took a few steps, then stopped. "You're not bad either!!"

The tennis machine gave a relaxed smile.

"You're off the team. Go back to being a stray dog." Richard's anger finally erupted.

Arnold Ignischuv didn't say much. After the match, he had a new thought: tennis doesn't have to be so cold...

"Nakamura, you have disappointed us greatly."

In the stands, the sponsors in the main section stood up one after another to express their dissatisfaction with the match.

"Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me. There are more matches to come, and they will be even more exciting. We can talk some more."

Nakamura has been running around doing everything he could, both what he should and shouldn't have done, and now all he can do is try his best to keep him.

"In my opinion, the US West Coast team is nothing special. Three 6-0 scores, one 7-5 score, and they haven't even won a single game yet. So this goodwill match is meaningless."

"That's right, in my opinion, there's no chance of winning anymore."

After they finished speaking, the investors left one by one.

Nakamura, this working-class man, was completely helpless.

"Akuzu-senpai, that's awesome! You're the best!" Tan Taichi stood up and cheered enthusiastically.

"Akuzu, well done!"

"That's fantastic, Akutsu."

The students from Yamabuki Middle School felt very proud, after all, Akutsu was from their Yamabuki school.

Guan Yuechu felt extremely envious and muttered, "Hey, if that guy had chosen me, I could have won too, right?"

Yuuta Fuji poured cold water on the idea: "Mitsuki, I remember you couldn't even beat Akutsu."

"Yuta, do you want to die?" Kanzuki's eyebrows twitched.

"Hahaha~" A group of people burst into laughter, seemingly delighted by the victory.

But Richard, the businessman, was not in such a good mood.

"What on earth are you guys doing?"

Nakamura was furious with the sponsors. He slammed his fist on the table and said angrily, "You all promised that the US West Coast team would win! Now, the sponsors are all gone, how did things turn out like this?"

"Mr. Nakamura!"

Richard turned his head, revealing an unhappy look, and Nakamura instantly realized that he had been rude.

Richard walked over, handed him a coffee, and said, "Have a coffee, let's talk slowly. You know, every game has a warm-up."

"yes!"

"In my opinion, all the previous matches were just warm-up games to welcome our main character, and they are completely unimportant."

"unimportant?"

"That's right," Richard said. "The upcoming singles match is the one everyone's looking forward to. He'll be the focus of this tournament, and it's completely under my control. If we lose, we'll just have to wait for this king's return. You should know that he single-handedly swept through many strong schools in Tokyo, right?"

"yes!"

"I have arranged the best performance for all of you generous patrons."

"Creak!" The door was pushed open.

A woman walked in and asked bluntly, "Could you tell me about the best performance you mentioned?"

Upon hearing this, Nakamura's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly began to fawn over him.

The woman handed over her business card: "Hello, I'm Minako Takayama, the executive manager of Torrance Co., Ltd."