The Second-String Team Attacks

When Mitsuya said that, Gan was immediately stunned.

You taught him!?

Remembering that his Information Tennis was also taught by Liu, if we were to go by seniority, Gan would have to call Mitsuya his grandmaster.

Incredulous, Gan asked another question, but Mitsuya didn't answer him; instead, Yanagi answered.

"That's right, I learned Information Tennis from Akuto."

"Impossible! Even if your Information Tennis was taught by Mitsuya, how could you predict the outcome of the match before it even started!"

Before even a single game was finished, Gan was highly skeptical of Liu's prediction that he would lose.

Gan was very excited at this moment, completely unlike his usual calm self.

All the data went into my brain.

They told me that whatever I did next would be pointless.

No matter what you do, the result won't change.

Liu seemed to have already resigned himself to defeat; he had lost the fighting spirit he had before the game started.

"That's right, Renji."

Typical Information Tennis involves collecting as much data as possible to predict the probability of events, but Information Tennis can do much more than that.

Simply collecting and inputting data doesn't constitute data; data can also be used for output.

While explaining the true meaning of Information Tennis, Mitsuya kept serving and scoring points.

Liu stood there like a target, feeling the tennis ball fly past him.

When Kan, who was standing off the field, heard what Mitsuya said, the memory in his mind was immediately awakened.

"This... this is exactly what Horio said back then..."

"The moment the racket strikes the ball also involves speed, trajectory, and the degree of ball deformation."

Other data include the tilt of the sphere's axis of rotation, its rotational speed, and the frictional heat generated by the entrained air and particles.

Two other factors that cannot be ignored are the opponent's potential and the condition of the stadium.

These factors interact, constantly generating multiple branches, leading to countless results.

"The most probable outcome can be deduced from this to be Information Tennis, right?"

Hearing Mitsuya's explanation of the Information Tennis, Mikiya understood.

However, what he believed was the highest probability, and that was the entirety of the Information Tennis.

Even with his furious rebuttal, Mitsuya still did not agree with his statement.

"You're wrong, these are just one part of the Information Tennis."

My Information Tennis that you can use every possible outcome to impact your opponent; that's what I mean when I say data has not only inputs but also outputs.

In other words, I can forcibly input data into my opponent's consciousness, impacting them with all possible outcomes.

Under this onslaught of data that exceeds the limits of processing power, what do you think will happen?

"By overwhelming your opponent with a massive data stream, there is a 90% chance that your opponent will be swallowed up by that data stream."

Deprivation of freedom... only targeting Information Tennis players, this is... an intelligence offensive!

Mitsuya's calm reply made Kane realize how terrifying this man was.

"Like I said before, data can be used as a weapon, Renji."

While Mitsuya and Kane were talking, Yanagi remained silent.

It wasn't that he didn't want to talk, but rather that he was being tormented by the massive amount of data in his mind.

"Senior Senpai, why is that person's nickname Yuan Zhe?"

That's because his name is Hara Tatsuya.

On another court, Momoshiro and Oshitari Kenya were facing off against two high school students in red uniforms.

"No, no! It's because I drew a picture of Ishida Tetsu on my stomach."

After Momoshiro and Oshitari Kenya finished speaking, the high school student opposite them, named Hara Tatsuya, suddenly lifted his shirt and exposed his stomach.

Momoshiro was stunned when he saw the image on Hara Tatsuya Hara's stomach that was exactly the same as Ishida Gin's.

The force of the swing is thus reduced significantly, creating opportunities for the opponent.

"Gun Shot!"

The tennis ball flew past Hara Tatsuya and towards the backcourt, where a man wearing a camouflage baseball cap returned the shot.

The tennis ball sailed right past Momoshiro, but by then he was already capable of reacting to it.

With a twist of his body and a flick of his racket, Momoshiro caught up with the ball while his back was to the net.

However, after the tennis ball was blocked by the racket, it pierced through the racket face like a bullet, and Momoshiro's hand did not feel any discomfort.

"And I, the Osaka Speed Star, won't let you succeed!"

Seeing that Momoshiro's racket had been broken, Ken immediately used his speed advantage to prepare to receive the tennis ball, whose power had been somewhat reduced by Momoshiro's racket.

But just as Kenji swung his racket to intercept, the tennis ball still maintained considerable power.

After piercing Momoshiro's racket, it also pierced through Kenya's racket.

"Really?... How could someone hit such a powerful shot?"

Momoshiro couldn't believe it when he saw that both his and Ken's rackets had holes in them.

The man who hit the ball then twirled his racket as if he were playing with a gun.

"Here comes the comedic sniper Hirata Zenji Shitenhoji! His comedic antics and his ball-striking are both beyond the norm..."

Seeing the man opposite him finally put his racket into his pocket, Ken also recognized who the two high school students were.

Even though their junior recognized them, Hirata Zenji and Hara Tatsuya had no intention of going easy on them.

During the exchange of blows, Hirata Zenji constantly used diagonal kicks to move Kenya around.

Helpless, Ken could only run back and forth between the baselines of the court, but even Ken, who played Naniwa Tennis, could not withstand Hirata Zenji's continuous cross-court attacks.

After more than a dozen rounds, Ken finally ran out of energy and made a mistake by returning a Lob Shot.

"You can't play Lob Shot here, I absolutely love smashing."

Seeing the opportunity, Hara Tatsuya immediately jumped and Smash Shot.

"It hurts!"

The tennis ball flew out, and a cry of pain came from Qian, who was on the baseline.

Momoshiro looked over at the sound and saw that Smash Shot had hit Kenji directly in the buttocks.

"Senpai Qianye! You have a bruise on your butt."

Unable to bear the pain any longer, Kenji pulled down his pants so Momoshiro could check on him. Momoshiro was surprised to see the tennis ball-sized bruise on Kenji's buttocks.

Of course, Momoshiro wasn't the only one surprised; Taira no Hirata Zenji on the other side was also astonished.

"He was actually beaten by Yuan Zhe's Tiger Meal and only got a bruise!?"

"Idiot! Who told you to give my moves random names!"

As expected of someone from Shitenhoji, he never forgets to be funny, no matter the situation.

After Jae-kyeong was also hit on the buttocks, Momoshiro was forced to take on the heavy responsibility.

On the baseline, Momoshiro tossed the ball up and served Bullet Serve.

"I'll shoot you through the heart."

"Here it comes! The sniper's Gun Shot!"

Facing Momoshiro's Bullet Serve, Hirata Zenji directly retaliated with Gun Shot.

Like a bullet leaving the barrel, after a puff of black smoke, the tennis ball flew towards Momoshiro and Ken's half of the court.

At this moment, Momoshiro gritted his teeth and started to move.

"Momoshiro, stop! No matter how many times you try, the tennis ball will just pierce your racket! Don't touch that Gun Shot!"

Although Ken had given the necessary reminders, Momoshiro had already jumped up.

The racket blocked the incoming tennis ball, and a violent impact struck Momoshiro's racket.

However, compared to the previous time when the racket was completely pierced, this time there has been a significant improvement.

"Black Jack knife!"

With a loud roar, the Spinning Vertical Jump Style was unleashed.

"I won't run away! I won't!"

Momoshiro's skill level has improved dramatically since his match against Oni. Holding the paddle with both hands, Momoshiro caught the Gun Shot and successfully returned it.

A dark purple light suddenly appeared on the tennis ball, and upon seeing this, Hirata Zenji and Hara Tatsuya wanted to retaliate.

However, at this moment, the power of the black jack knife had surpassed that of Hirata Zenji's Gun Shot. It not only pierced through the rackets of both men, but the residual force of the tennis ball also carried their rackets away.

"I promised someone I would climb up here."

Let's climb up together, Senpai Qian.

"Oh, of course."

Momoshiro, who had scored the point, turned to look at Kenji, who was still in shock. Kenji was also inspired by Momoshiro's spirit.

The two players rallied their spirits once again, facing this must-win game.

"Are you really giving up like this... Renji?"

Inside the No. 36 reinforced court, Mitsuya continued to serve to Yanagi, who had not yet moved.

As a longtime friend, Gan couldn't help but feel sorry for Liu.

"That's fine. All you can do right now is collect and analyze data, and there's no way to challenge the conclusions you've reached."

At this moment, Liu lowered his head, seemingly having given up on the match.

But in reality, he was thinking.

"No, the conclusion that the chance of winning is zero shattered all my hopes."

But there's clearly no need to keep overwhelming me with this data deluge, so why does Akuto keep launching attacks against me?

"Renji, you're probably wondering why I keep attacking, aren't you?"

The reason is simple: because you're still standing here.

Even if you did nothing, you were still on the field.

Even if you've already concluded in your mind that the probability of winning is zero, you're still searching for that sliver of possibility.

"Is there any chance of winning? Yes, I've been trying to find even the slightest possibility of victory. As long as I'm still on the field, I have a chance!"

By the time Liu realized what was happening, Mitsuya had already served another ball. Liu had opened his eyes and his momentum had become frenzied.

After a loud shout, he received Mitsuya's serve with both hands.

Then he returned the ball with force, so fast that even Mitsuya didn't have time to react.

"Oh? You've given up on Information Tennis, Renji?"

Liu's return shot just now clearly didn't fit his playing style. For Mitsuya, who is very data-savvy, he could spot the problem with just one shot.

However, regardless of whether Yanagi uses the Information Tennis, it will not affect Mitsuya's Information Tennis.