My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Chapter 102 Atobe's Surprise

"And who are these two?"

Those who were originally at the street tennis court frowned when they saw the two people who suddenly appeared.

The jackets the two men were wearing were unfamiliar; none of the nearby schools wore that style. But neither the burly, expressionless boy nor the handsome young man who seemed more like the leader appeared to be an ordinary person.

"Um?"

In the evening, the light outside the stadium was dim, and Yuta and Muromachi could not make out the appearance or the color of the clothes of the person who came.

But the other party's arrogant tone made both of them frown.

"Where did this idiot come from?"

Muromachi gave the two a cold look: "Don't you know this is Yamabuki's territory?"

Although few members of the Yamabuki organization compete here, it's very close to Yamabuki, and many people respect Yamabuki, so it's not really considered Yamabuki territory.

"Um?"

Upon hearing the other party call him an "idiot," the handsome young man, Atobe, the captain of Hyotei High School, immediately turned ugly.

He was arrogant and liked to act impulsively. Usually, he was the one mocking and teasing others, and today was the first time someone had dared to ridicule him to his face like this.

"Kid, it seems you're quite confident in your abilities."

But Atobe was, after all, the heir to a large family, and had received a high-class aristocratic upbringing since childhood. Despite his dissatisfaction, he did not show it.

Atobe looked at the two of them, a playful glint in his eyes: "In that case, let's make a bet."

"What kind of bet?"

Yuta frowned slightly.

Although the two were standing on one side of the setting sun, the reflected afterglow obscured their vision, making them appear hazy and their faces unclear.

But his intuition told him that the person who came was definitely not simple.

"It's very simple."

Just then, Atobe said with a smile, "Let's have a fight. Whoever loses has to grant the other a not-too-outrageous request, how about it?"

As the captain of Hyotei Academy, Atobe also had his pride. He only wanted to teach the two a lesson and didn't intend to use this so-called bet after winning.

The reason for making this agreement was simply to force the two to comply and fight them.

"I agree!"

Muromachi nodded confidently in agreement.

He sensed that the newcomer was no ordinary person, but this was Yamabuki's territory. Since the other party had challenged him to a duel in front of so many people, how could he possibly refuse?

If word gets out, he'll definitely be ridiculed by his fellow Yamabuki teammates.

"I'm fine with it too."

Yuta nodded, responding calmly.

Although he realized that the other party was not simple, after half a year of training, he was also very confident in his own strength.

In addition, they know each other well, so they have a certain level of teamwork when playing together.

"That's settled then."

Atobe nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the taciturn boy beside him: "Kabaji, come up with me."

"Yes."

The taciturn young man, Takahiro Kabaji, nodded emphatically.

He was like an emotionless machine, only obeying Atobe's orders. It wasn't until the two of them walked down from the shadows of the setting sun that everyone could see the style of their clothes.

"etc!!"

Some worldly-wise people stared wide-eyed as if they'd seen a ghost, their voices trembling as they exclaimed, "These...these two people are...from Hyotei?!"

Hyotei?

Swish!

This statement came out.

The teenagers playing street tennis on the scene suddenly changed color. If Yamabuki was the dominant force in the area, then Hyotei was the strongest team in Tokyo tennis, without exception.

"Well..

'

Someone smirked, looking at Yuta and Muromachi on the court with pity: "Those two guys... they're so unlucky!"

Yamabuki is very strong; there are only two teams in the entire Tokyo metropolitan area that can suppress them. Unfortunately for them, the two Yamabuki players ended up facing one of these formidable opponents, and the strongest one at that.

"No, that's not right."

At this moment, someone seemed to have discovered something terrifying, and their whole body began to tremble as if they were being shaken.

"This, this person...is...is..."

"What is it?"

"Yeah, Sugimoto, just say what you have to say. Don't be so secretive."

Everyone laughed when they saw this.

The boy named Sugimoto blushed and shouted with all his might, "He's Atobe, the captain of Hyotei High School, Atobe Keigo!!!"

Swish!

Instantly.

The crowd, who had been wearing teasing smiles, suddenly narrowed their eyes and stared at the boy with purplish-gray hair who was slowly walking onto the court, his features gradually becoming clearer, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Atobe?!"

Yuta and Muromachi on the other side of the court were both startled.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

Keigo Atobe!

The mastermind behind Hyotei, and one of the strongest players in the nation. His strength far surpasses that of Yuuta...

Someone of Muromachi's caliber is not someone you can afford to mess with.

There's a saying circulating within the Yamabuki faction.

This incident reportedly occurred during the Kyushu National Tournament last year. The former captain of Yamabuki, Uesugi Kenichi, had a verbal altercation with a member of Hyotei, and the two captains ultimately decided to settle the matter through a competition.

Ultimately, Uesugi suffered a crushing 0-6 defeat.

As a result, Atobe, whom Yamabuki originally considered someone absolutely untouchable, has now appeared in front of the two of them.

Yuta and Muromachi exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

What's going on?

The two guys opposite are not only from Hyotei, but one of them is actually Atobe?!

What kind of luck is this?

Which one...?

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Although Muromachi was displeased and secretly felt wronged, a true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm. No matter how arrogant he was, he didn't believe that he and Yuta could be a match for the person in front of him.

This is Atobe, a top-tier national expert.

"Atobe-senpai."

Muromachi forced a stiff smile: "Sorry, we didn't know it was you. Feel free to use this court if you want; you're always welcome to come to Yamabuki."

"Yuta."

At this point, Muromachi winked at his companion beside him: "I think I remember you didn't finish your homework, right? Come on, let me tutor you today."

Tutor me?

just you?

Yuta was filled with contempt.

As his deskmate, how could he not know Muromachi's academic level? He was definitely a terrible student, and there was no way he could compare to him, who inherited the excellent genes of the Fuji family.

The problem at hand is Atobe. Even if Yuta is very confident, he doesn't think that he and Muromachi can go toe-to-toe with him.

In this situation, he could only pinch his nose to cooperate with Muromachi.

"There's no need for that."

Across from him, Atobe, with a beauty mark at the corner of his eye, slightly curled the corners of his mouth. Although their acting was exaggerated, Atobe was quite satisfied with their genuine fear of him.

"I won't make things difficult for you, Kabaji."

As Atobe spoke, he pointed to the short-haired, taciturn boy standing behind him: "The bet remains the same. I can refrain from making a move, as long as you can defeat him."

"This person?"

Yuta and Muromachi frowned slightly.

They saw no trace of skill in this dull-witted boy. His eyes were lifeless, and he seemed utterly posed no threat whatsoever.

The problem is that these are members of the Hyotei team.

Moreover, Atobe specifically named him. This indicates that this captain of Hyotei doesn't see him as a threat.

The guy is very confident.

In the six months they've spent in Yamabuki, not only have their basic skills improved significantly, but their ability to read people and analyze situations has also improved considerably.

This whole thing is eerily strange. If they were to foolishly play the game under such unusual circumstances, and word got back to Shibukawa, they would definitely get a severe scolding.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that the two opponents weren't affected by his provocation, Atobe was somewhat surprised. He immediately added fuel to the fire with a smile: "Or do you Yamabuki guys not even have the courage for a two-on-one fight?"

"Hmm."

Upon hearing this, Yuta and Muromachi's expressions changed.

If it only involved them, it wouldn't matter if they lost face; after all, they weren't considered big shots in Yamabuki. Besides, the opponent was Hyotei, so forfeiting wouldn't be shameful.

But Atobe is clearly putting them in a difficult position. If the two back down, not only will they be affected, but the blame will also fall on Yamabuki.

The two exchanged a glance and nodded to each other. Muromachi then said, "Alright, since you want to fight, senior, the two of us will fight you!"

He played a trick.

In normal circumstances, if Atobe doesn't intervene, they would likely engage in one-on-one battles, using a rotation system. However, Muromachi was overly wary of the name "Hyotei" and dared not be careless in the slightest.

"no problem."

Atobe waved his hand dismissively, then looked at the buzz-cut boy: "Go, Kabaji, have some fun with them."

"Yes."

The taciturn, short-haired boy, Kabaji Takahiro, one of the second-year regulars at Hyotei, nodded emphatically.

"Serve."

Atobe, who had retreated to one side of the court, waved his hand dismissively, indicating that his opponent should serve first.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Muromachi, without any hesitation, tossed the tennis ball up and unleashed a fast serve.

"It's here!"

"Muromachi's 'Bullet Serve'!"

The street tennis players outside the court perked up. Muromachi didn't usually show up here, but he was very skilled.

Qiang was impressive to everyone because of his abilities.

"Oh?"

Outside the stadium, a look of surprise flashed in Atobe's eyes.

He hadn't paid much attention to these two people when he chose them as his entertainment. But Muromachi's serve looked interesting, not as bad as he had imagined.

"pity."

Then, Atobe shook his head again: "It might be a lot of pressure for others. But for Kabaji, retaliating is not even a consideration."

boom!

really.

The next moment, there was a loud bang. The seemingly tall and heavy Kabaji had somehow moved to the front of the tennis ball's landing point, and with a single swing of his racket, he smashed the tennis ball away.

"Whoosh!"

Outside the court, Atobe raised his left hand with a smile, spreading his five fingers wide in an exaggerated manner, as if he could already see the opponent's racket being shaken out of his hand.

"With Kabaji's strength, his shots are so powerful that even regular players might not be able to block them, let alone ordinary players."

In fact, Kabaji shone brightly in the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament last year when he was only a first-grader. He directly knocked the racket away from a certain team's singles player number 3, sending him scrambling off the court.

Even at the Kanto Tournament, Kabaji is a formidable opponent.

Now, a year later, Kabaji's strength has only increased. Even though Muromachi and Yuta are Yamabuki's regulars, they can't escape the fate of having their rackets knocked away.

boom!

But the next moment, a heavy thud sounded as the ball was struck, and Atobe's smile froze for a second.

"Is it blocked?"

He looked at Muromachi, who was swinging his racket to block the tennis ball, with some surprise at the baseline. To Atobe's astonishment, Muromachi not only blocked Kabaji's attack but did so with one hand.

"How is that possible?"

Atobe narrowed his eyes.

Although he wasn't a data-driven player, judging from Muromachi's physique, he was definitely not a power-type fighter. Yet, he managed to block Kabaji's counterattack with just one hand.

Could it be that the birch field has been flooded?

impossible!

Atobe dismissed this possibility almost without thinking. Others might go easy on him, but Kabaji, who obeyed him without question, would never be lenient without Atobe's own orders.

Tap tap!

At this moment, Kabaji caught up with the tennis ball again.

With a detached personality, he didn't have much emotional involvement in the match. He wasn't surprised that his opponent could return the ball to him.

boom!

Immediately, Kabaji swung the ball powerfully, relying on his instincts to return it to its original position.

Tap tap!

On the other side, Muromachi moved quickly toward the tennis ball.

Atobe, on the other hand, was focused on his actions. When he saw the boy wearing white-rimmed sunglasses actually swing his racket with one hand and hit the tennis ball back, a look of shock flashed deep in Atobe's eyes.

"It was powerful, but that's all."

Muromachi fought back fiercely, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

His opponent was indeed very strong, but he hadn't been slacking off in Yamabuki for the past six months. In addition to the ever-increasing intensity of his daily training, he also had frequent practice matches with Sengoku and even Akutsu.

Compared to Kabaji, these two's tennis skills go beyond just raw power. Sengoku's punch-ball is explosive, with a terrifying burst of force at the moment of contact.

Needless to say, Akutsu's arrogant and domineering tennis put pressure on Muromachi not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of psychological and spiritual intimidation.

He could withstand the pressure from both of them, so while dealing with Kabaji wasn't exactly easy, he could at least hold his own.

"Kabaji!"

At that moment, Atobe suddenly spoke, his tone becoming more serious: "Stop playing around."

"Yes."

Huadi's expression immediately turned serious.

With a loud bang, he unleashed a powerful smash. The force was even greater than before, and the crowd watching the tennis ball explode like a cannonball changed their expressions.

"Good timing."

Unexpectedly, Muromachi did not retreat but advanced. He took a step forward and forcefully chopped down with both hands gripping the racket.

With a snap.

Kabaji's powerful tennis ball was actually neutralized and sliced ​​away. The height and trajectory weren't perfect, but for Kabaji, who was positioned at the baseline, it was fatal enough.

*Pat-a-tat*...

The tennis ball lands on the ground.

The movements of the Birch Field player at the baseline were slightly stiff.

Atobe, who had expected to score directly, momentarily froze. But he quickly recovered, his gaze fixed on the boy in white-rimmed sunglasses at the baseline with suspicion.

"This kid...is interesting!"

"Well?"

On the contrary, Muromachi's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, showed a strong sense of surprise after scoring.

"So... you succeeded?"

He had originally resolved to engage in a protracted battle. Given his opponent's strength, he knew he would be at a disadvantage once the fight became a stalemate.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was too eager to finish the shot. The powerful smash was indeed impressive, but the large swing caused the body to stiffen and become too rigid, making it impossible to respond to the net shot.

"Is this the expert from Hyotei?"

"It doesn't seem... that strong."

Muromachi and Yuta in front of him exchanged a glance, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

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