My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Chapter 103 Double Kill of Kabaji

"Very fast."

"Quick reaction time."

"Its strength isn't weak either..."

'

Outside the stadium.

Atobe glanced at Muromachi, who was locked in combat with Kabaji, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. "So, we've run into one of Yamabuki's regulars?"

He never expected that his casual decision to kill time would lead to him becoming a regular member of Yamabuki's team.

"But that's fine too. They've made quite a name for themselves in the last six months. I want to see if Yamabuki really has the ability."

Atobe narrowed his eyes.

Hyotei is undoubtedly the dominant force in Tokyo. But that's about it; within the Kanto region, it is suppressed by Rikkai University.

Therefore, although Atobe is arrogant, he is not entirely disdainful or haughty. As long as one can demonstrate corresponding strength, one can gain his attention.

now.

On the court, the boy wearing white-rimmed sunglasses was locked in a fierce battle with Kabaji. Both sides had their moments, but Muromachi held the advantage of serving, giving him a slight lead in the score.

"As expected of Hyotei, their strength is quite formidable."

Once again deflecting Kabaji's violent blows, Muromachi exhaled a long breath.

Before the match was even over, he felt a numbness in his wrist. Fortunately, he had previously undergone military training with people like Sengoku and Akutsu, so his endurance was quite impressive.

If it were anyone else, let alone facing Kabaji head-on, they would probably drop their racket in the first few shots.

"Hmm."

On the other side, Kabaji's relentless attacks failed to defeat his opponent, and a hint of impatience crept into his eyes. Seeing the tennis ball flying towards him again, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly accelerated and swung his racket with great force.

boom!

A loud bang.

The tennis ball was smashed away by Kabaji.

It was still the same powerful, sweeping attack as before. In fact, because Kabaji was serious, the power was even greater.

"Well done!"

But then Muromachi gave a soft shout.

Just when everyone thought he was replicating his short-ball attack, Muromachi suddenly retreated.

"what?"

To everyone's surprise, Muromachi, while shouting that he was going to attack, was actually retreating. This stark contrast left many people stunned.

"This kid?!"

Atobe narrowed his eyes.

He knew perfectly well that someone who could fight Kabaji to this extent was definitely not the type to run away in the face of battle. Otherwise, the other party could have simply refused the duel and left; there was no need to waste time on this whole charade.

really.

As Muromachi stepped back, he simultaneously raised his racket high. The instant the ball bounced off the ground after Kabaji's return, Muromachi slammed the racket out without hesitation.

There was a loud bang.

Kabaji's powerful shot was deflected back at an even faster speed. Because he had just been charging up his shot and hadn't adjusted his posture, he could only watch helplessly as his opponent scored.

"Game!"

Sure enough, Muromachi smiled slightly after scoring: "Muromachi, Fuji, 1-0, switch positions."

"They...they actually fought back?"

"How is that possible?"

"How did he do that? That strike was incredibly powerful..."

While everyone was shocked, their eyes were filled with confusion as they looked at Muromachi. They couldn't understand how he could so easily return such a powerful shot by simply taking a slight step back.

"This kid's mid-range strike... is pretty good."

Atobe looked at Muromachi with a hint of surprise. With his discerning eye, he could naturally tell that the opponent had just used a very skillful half-attack.

The essence of a half volley is to return the ball the instant it bounces off the ground, before the ball's internal power is fully released.

In this way, they can actually borrow some of the force and even launch a counter-attack that is faster than the attack.

"but."

Atobe paused, his eyes flickering slightly, and his gaze towards Muromachi held a deeper meaning. Judging from the opponent's attack, this didn't seem to be a simple half-hit.

Retreat.

Swing the racket.

fight back.

These movements are very fluid, flowing seamlessly as if they are performing the same thing.

"It doesn't look like tennis; it's more like basic footwork from Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) or boxing?"

With that thought, Atobe walked to the other side of the court. Kabaji followed behind him, remaining silent the whole time, like a taciturn man. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was devastated.

But as they passed each other, Yuta and Muromachi could clearly feel that the other's oppressive aura had intensified.

"Something's off about this person."

"Um."

The two exchanged a glance, their expressions turning serious.

Their opponents were, after all, Hyotei, the absolute champions of the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament. However, Yuta and Muromachi, members of the Yamabuki Second Team, dared not underestimate them in the slightest.

Especially after undergoing rigorous training with Shibukawa, the two, though joking around, never truly believed that Hyotei was only at this level.

boom!

soon.

After switching courts, Kabaji hit the tennis ball over.

"Good timing."

Yuta, who was in charge of receiving the serve, had a glint in his eyes. Just as the tennis ball bounced off the ground, he decisively swung his racket and hit a beautiful volley.

"Um?"

Upon seeing this, Atobe's eyes flickered slightly.

If Muromachi's half-volley was like a clever trick borrowed from boxing or Sanda, then this brown-haired boy was delivering a very standard half-volley.

The timing of the strike and the point of force application were extremely precise. It's impossible to execute such a move without specialized study of half-volley techniques.

They produce this kind of ball.

"Um?"

At that moment, Atobe seemed to notice something, his gaze falling on Yuuta's face: "Is it just my imagination? Why do I feel like I've seen this kid somewhere before?"

boom!

At that moment, Kabaji violently returned the tennis ball.

Yuta then stepped forward and slammed his racket into the tennis ball with one hand.

boom!

As the ball and racket collided, a powerful force was transmitted through the racket to Yuta's left hand.

"strong enough!"

He gave a soft shout, his face showing no sign of panic, but rather a hint of fanaticism: "Get over here!"

Yuta spoke slowly and deliberately, and then hit the tennis ball with all his might.

"What?"

The audience outside the stadium was taken aback.

Muromachi blocked Kabaji's attack head-on, and this buzz-cut guy actually blocked it too.

"How exactly does Yamabuki train?"

Watching the two deal with such powerful shots as if they were eating and drinking, everyone couldn't help but wonder about the intensity of Yamabuki's usual training.

"He does have some skill."

Atobe nodded slightly.

Even within Hyotei Academy, there are few who can withstand Kabaji's power tennis head-on. However, he could also clearly see that the two weren't completely facing off, but rather utilizing the advantage of half-volleys. Otherwise, they would have had no chance against Kabaji at all.

But Atobe didn't care.

He knew Kabaji's abilities very well; his opponent was a slow starter. As the match progressed, Kabaji's terrifying strength would become apparent.

"but..

'

His gaze shifted slightly as he looked at Yuta, who was locked in combat with Kabaji. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are these two planning to fight each other separately?"

Muromachi just now, and Yuta now, both of them have chosen to stay out of the other's match. In a way, this match has turned into a one-on-one duel.

Although Kabaji was at a disadvantage, to some extent having to deal with the two of them taking turns attacking him, this was still quite unexpected for Atobe.

He had originally envisioned that the two men should have been forced to retreat under the pressure from Kabaji.

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

boom!

At this time.

Yuta and Kabaji began their fierce battle on the court.

The former used a fast and sharp body shot to limit Kabaji's ability to hit wide, open, and multi-hit shots. The latter was forced to shorten the distance of his return shot, resulting in less power and a very frustrating experience.

However, Kabaji is introverted and doesn't easily express his thoughts.

"A very clever tactic."

Atobe nodded to himself.

Unlike Muromachi, who prefers a head-to-head, head-to-head style of play, Yuta is more steady and methodical. Even so, this short-haired, brown-haired boy has very sharp hitting angles. While not exactly spot-on, he manages to keep Kabaji stuck at the baseline, unable to move.

The two fought for four minutes.

In the end, Yuta scored another point from 40-15 to win his opponent's serve.

"Game!"

After winning the game, Yuta calmly said, "Fuji, Muromachi, 2-0."

"We won again!"

"That's amazing! As expected of the Yamabuki Twins, they even managed to suppress Hyotei!"

"Well done!!"

The crowd outside the stadium cheered.

Yuta and Muromachi exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly. Their teamwork wasn't exactly perfect, but this match wasn't really a doubles game in the true sense; it was more like a two-on-one tag team battle.

But if they can defeat Hyotei, especially with Atobe leading the team, the two of them will definitely be able to brag about it a lot when they get back.

"You won again?"

Atobe frowned inwardly.

In his mind, Kabaji should be able to hold his serve and tie the score.

And now, they've actually been suppressed by the other side?

However, he refrained from stopping the match to give Kaba a hint. Atobe knew very well that his opponent hadn't used his full strength.

As the competition continues, Kabaji will only become more and more formidable.

really.

When Yamabuki won another set and took a 3-0 lead, the serve went to Kabaji, and the Hyotei regular finally unleashed his power.

"I've got this point."

Muromachi confidently swung his racket to hit the ball, but to everyone's surprise, Kabaji anticipated the shot and took a step back. After creating some distance, Kabaji quickly swung his racket, much to everyone's astonishment.

boom!

A crisp sound.

The tennis ball, which had just bounced off the ground, was countered by Kabaji with even greater speed.

"15-0!"

The opening is on the atobe.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

"A half-interception?"

After a long while, someone finally spoke, their voice trembling.

"A coincidence?"

Muromachi frowned slightly as his opponent's defenses were breached. His opponent's move just now was exactly the same as when he had used a mid-volley in the first round.

"It's not a coincidence."

Yuta shook his head and said, "Because the other party's movements are almost identical to yours just now, if not nearly identical."

"Forehead."

Muromachi's lips twitched slightly upon hearing the other party's seemingly sincere words. However, he had to admit that Yuuta's judgment was correct.

correct.

Thinking back carefully, Kabaji was indeed replicating the motion he used when he first threw a half-volley.

But the more this was the case, the more surprised he became.

Muromachi found it really hard to connect what had just happened with the dull-looking, tall and clumsy guy in front of him.

"It's finally starting."

Seeing Kabaji make his move, Atobe's lips curled into a slight smile. Once Kabaji used this technique, it meant the match was over.

Sure enough, in the following match, Kabaji played Muromachi's signature style of play, completely stunning the latter.

Snapped!

Suddenly.

Seizing the opportunity, Kabaji swung his racket forward with both hands and hit a very standard short shot.

"Um?"

Seeing the tennis ball land, Yuta, who was very close by, did not react at all, causing Atobe to frown.

"game".

A moment later, after confirming the score by the tennis ball landing, he finally spoke: "Hyotei Kabaji, 1-3."

"These two lads are quite principled."

Atobe looked at the two with more appreciation in his eyes.

Although it was a series of matches, it was truly commendable that these two players could remain so true to themselves. However, the situation on the field wouldn't change just because they stuck to their principles.

When Yuta was on the offensive, Kabaji played in the same style. The two were evenly matched, but Kabaji, with his superior stamina, ultimately prevailed.

Thereafter.

Kabaji scored consecutively, suppressing the two players in their areas of expertise.

boom!

Suddenly.

A fierce slam landed, sending dust flying in all directions.

"Game!"

Atobe, standing calmly on the sidelines, said, "Hyotei Kabaji, 4-3, switch positions."

In the blink of an eye, Kabaji had already taken the lead.

"Is this guy a monster?"

"Those two Yamabuki guys are like playing ball while looking in a mirror, it's so frustrating."

"Yeah, that guy is strong, he doesn't look like he'll be worn down by them physically."

The crowd outside the stadium shook their heads.

"Looking in the mirror?"

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener.

As if he had just thought of something, Yuta walked over to Muromachi and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Okay, let's do it this way."

Muromachi immediately perked up.

Then, the two launched another attack. Kabaji, however, relied on his childlike innocence to switch between the two when facing them.

style.

"Well done!"

Just as he switched to Muromachi's playing style, Yuta took the initiative. He knew all too well the flaws in his opponent's playing style, who was also his deskmate and a nemesis on the team.

Bang!

really.

Yuta sent the ball out, hitting it directly into the corner of Kabaji's net.

"It's a success!"

Yuta clenched his fist excitedly.

Encouraged, Muromachi took the initiative when Kabaji imitated Yuta's style. Just as his opponent knew his blind spots, Muromachi also knew Yuta's weaknesses perfectly.

Bang!

The ball was hit, tearing through Kabaji's defense under his slightly dazed gaze.

"game!"

"Yamabuki Muromachi, Fuji, 4-4!"

It was as if the bugle call for a counterattack had been sounded.

The two then took the initiative, constantly switching their strategies when Kabaji used his "Childhood Heart" imitation, successfully turning the tables and defeating their opponent.

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

boom!

The three players from both sides engaged in a fierce battle.

Finally, Yuta seized the opportunity, crouching down as he swung his racket at the tennis ball with both hands.

Bang!

In an instant.

A sharp glint of light tore through the Kabaji defenses, leaving the latter no time to even react.

"The match is over."

Muromachi grinned and said, "Yamabuki Muromachi ten times, Fuji Yuuta wins, score 6-4!"

He wouldn't be this smug if he won a two-on-one match normally. But his opponent was, after all, a regular member of Hyotei's team, and Atobe was leading the team. Even if the latter didn't play, it was enough for him to brag about.

"That ball from just now...?"

Atobe narrowed his eyes.

He kept recalling the sharp, two-handed killing move that Yuta had unleashed at the end.

It was a half-hit.

But it's faster and sharper than a regular half-volley!

"etc."

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his gaze fell on Yuta.

"Fuji Yuuta... Fuji Syusuke..."

'

"Could it be...?"

Looking at the face that bore a resemblance to someone else, Atobe's eyes flashed with surprise.