My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Chapter 126 The Trump Card of No. 2, Eye of the Storm

Chapter 126 The Unparalleled Trump Card, Eye of the Storm

"It's the bear retaliating!!!"

A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd as Fuji bent over, half-squatting with his arms outstretched.

Swallows darted back.

The giant bear retaliates.

Fuji's special move was so amazing that everyone, whether they were new to tennis or considered themselves experts, was stunned.

It's gorgeous, yet it exudes a chilling sharpness!

"His style has changed a lot."

Atobe narrowed his eyes.

He had fought Fuji before and knew that the other was very talented. He also guessed that Fuji was adjusting his style.

If the original Fuji tennis was like a gentle spring breeze, warm and comforting, then the current Fuji tennis is like an autumn wind, cool and refreshing, yet carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible chill.

Often, changes in tennis reflect changes in personality. The Fuji before us is no longer someone who can be easily defined by the word "genius."

"As expected of the second one."

On Yamabuki's side, Minami, Touhou, and the others nodded and sighed.

Although his opponent had lost to Shibukawa, Fuji's ability to withstand Akutsu's attacks and win several games against him meant that he truly deserved to be called a master.

But that's about it.

If Sengoku's strength was still within the realm of understanding, then Akutsu's power was beyond their comprehension.

boom!

The third round.

Akutsu kicks off with a powerful shot.

Faced with this powerful serve, Fuji dared not be careless. He retreated, giving himself enough space to maneuver, which also weakened the power of his opponent's serve.

After all, the kinetic energy of a tennis ball is not constant; the farther it flies, the weaker the force on the ball becomes.

Even so, Fuji dared not be careless.

Bang!

He swung his racket to catch the ball, bringing it down to the baseline. Sure enough, the moment the ball entered the net, that powerful force spread outwards. If Fuji hadn't been prepared, he probably would have been caught off guard.

Even so, the effectiveness of his return shot was greatly reduced.

Tap tap!

But Akutsu pressed his advantage, striding forward like a cheetah pouncing on its prey.

A loud bang.

The tennis ball slammed into Fuji's backhand side, and he rushed over. But the counter-attack he had just returned was violently smashed away by Akutsu again.

boom!

"15-0!"

The tennis ball landed, kicking up dust.

Akutsu's tall, imposing figure in the thin smoke made everyone's hearts skip a beat. In a daze, they seemed to see a man-eating beast unleashed from its cage, giving them a chilling feeling.

"That's incredible!"

Outside the stadium, Xiang Ri's teeth chattered involuntarily as he spoke. His worthless arrogance had long since vanished.

It's hard to imagine how many balls he could withstand against Akutsu's aggressive style of play.

"Is this the number two in the Yamabuki faction?"

Oshitari turned to look at Taki beside him, frowning as he said, "With this kind of strength, he's only ranked second?!"

"Yes, that's right."

Takiginosuke opened his mouth, a sheepish smile on his face: "In the matches before the semifinals of the Yamabuki Tournament, this guy named Akutsu didn't even make a move."

"Good heavens..."

Shishido, Ootori, and the others standing nearby were also stunned. If this was the case, could it be that they knew absolutely nothing about Yamabuki's main fighting force if their opponent in the finals was like this?

"It's okay."

Atobe, however, remained calm. He waved his hand and said, "This match can test Yamabuki's true strength. Besides, Fuji is quite powerful; this level of offensive might not be enough to suppress him."

Although he and Fuji had only fought one match and knew nothing more about each other, Atobe believed that with Fuji's talent, he would never be someone who could only passively take hits.

really.

In the subsequent match, although Akutsu's offensive was very strong, Fuji gradually stabilized his position after adapting to his playing style.

Although he was still losing points, Fuji started using slice techniques when returning the ball, trying to counteract Akutsu's power with spin and friction as much as possible.

boom!

In the blink of an eye, three minutes had passed in the third game.

Akutsu pounded and struck like a thug wielding a hammer, but he was unable to break through Fuji's defenses.

"As expected of Seigaku's genius."

Outside the court, Shibukawa's gaze fell on Fuji's wrist as he received the ball. When the opponent made a slice, his wrist would flick slightly, as if creating some kind of special spin to counteract the force of the tennis ball.

This is not surprising.

After all, Rikkai's "Tennis Emperor" Genichiro Sanada has a special tennis technique called "Xu Rulin" that can weaken technique and power.

Given Fuji's talent, it's not surprising that he was forced to develop similar techniques under Akutsu's fierce attacks.

"But this level of force reduction won't stop Akutsu."

boom!

really.

The next moment, Akutsu's powerful shot pierced Fuji's defense, scoring a point.

"Game!"

"Yamabuki Akutsu, 2-1, switch positions!"

"Skills can only weaken the offensive, not completely turn the tide of the game."

Shibukawa shook his head and said, "The outcome of the match will also depend on strength, speed, explosiveness, and even physical strength. Akutsu has an absolute advantage in all of these!"

In the original work, there were indeed players who were extremely unbalanced in their studies.

For example, Kanata Irie, one of the representatives of Japan's U17 team, is not particularly strong or physically capable, but he was able to use his superior technique to push Atobe into a desperate situation.

But that's the strength of a single ability, enough to affect other abilities, or even dominate the entire game.

While Fuji's skills are strong, they don't yet reach this level.

That's right, Fuji is currently able to hold his serve. But if he continues to play at this intensity, his body definitely won't be able to take it.

soon.

The fourth game begins.

In Fuji's service game, he used the same tactic as before, employing slice shots or strong topspin shots to limit Akutsu's range of movement. However, Fuji wasn't the only one who adapted to the game; Akutsu also quickly gained experience in this match.

His innate talent, through constant suppression, was gradually transformed into practical combat ability.

Snapped!

Fuji hit another ball, this time a deep shot that hurtled straight towards Akutsu's body. Anyone else would probably be startled, and even a calm or quick-reacting person would need to retreat and create distance to launch a counterattack.

Swish!

But Akutsu didn't do much; instead, he leaned back in place. Although his upper body fell backward, his legs seemed to be rooted to the ground, remaining completely still.

boom!

Akutsu then hit the tennis ball back, straightened his body, and tried to use the momentum to move into the net.

"Oops!"

"Fuji's ball can no longer contain him!"

The members of Qingxue's team changed their expressions.

The only tactic is to trap a ferocious beast in an iron cage. But this ferocious beast, relying on its physical strength, forcibly tore open the cage.

"The situation is not good."

Fuji also felt the pressure.

He was improving, and his opponent was not standing still either. Moreover, he could clearly sense that Akutsu's physical talent was translating into practical combat experience much faster than he had anticipated.

"We can't delay any longer."

Fuji made a decisive move, taking advantage of the brief moment when the breeze was blowing to flick the tennis ball into the air.

Whoosh!

To the astonishment of onlookers, the tennis ball flew high into the air, passing over Akutsu's head at an exaggerated angle.

"Did you miss?"

"It must have been a mistake. That's understandable, considering that they've already done a great job holding out against Akutsu's offensive."

Nobody thinks Fuji is shameful.

If it were them, let alone holding on until now, just being able to return Akutsu's serve would be a huge success.

"No! It wasn't a mistake!"

"That's right, if I'm not mistaken, this should be Fuji's ultimate move... White Whale!"

"A beluga whale? What's that?"

Others, such as those from Yamabuki and Seigaku who had witnessed Fuji's skills, perked up.

Whoosh!

Then, the tennis ball that had been flying through the air quickly fell back down and landed with a thud behind Akutsu.

*Sizzle*

The tennis ball is spinning intensely.

Meanwhile, the spectators of teams like Hyotei, St. Rudolph, and Ginwa stared wide-eyed.

Whoosh!

Immediately, the tennis ball flew back in reverse and was caught by Fuji's outstretched left hand amidst the shocked gazes of the onlookers.

At this moment.

The once noisy stadium fell silent instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed.

"Game!"

The referee, seated on his high chair, took a deep breath, trying to calm his shock, and announced loudly, "Fuji Seigaku, 2-2!"

"Is this...is this a beluga whale?"

The Hyotei team was terrified.

Shishido, Mukahi, and the others looked on with deep shock, as if they were looking at a monster, at the brown-haired boy on the court.

"Glug."

Taki Oginosuke couldn't help but swallow.

"A genius... Fuji Syusuke?"

Shinobu pushed up his glasses, a bead of cold sweat sliding down his forehead. He suddenly realized that, apart from Atobe himself, it seemed that no one within Hyotei could stop this genius from Seigaku.

Moreover, if the rumors are true, this spirited young man in front of me doesn't seem to be the strongest person in Seigaku.

Thinking of this, Shinobu turned to look at Akutsu again.

More than just two.

This guy, who was extremely cold and aloof throughout and gave off a very depressing vibe, doesn't seem to be the strongest in Yamabuki.

"This is troublesome..."

The finals haven't even started yet, and Hyotei doesn't even know who their opponent is. But this top player from Hyotei is already deeply worried about the upcoming decisive battle.

It seems that the only solution for Hirai right now is for both Yamabuki and Seigaku to suffer heavy losses, just like Sengoku and Echizen in singles match 3!

"Oh."

Thinking of this, Shinobu couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

When did Hyotei, the reigning champion of the Metropolitan Tournament, have to rely on the charity of their opponents to win a game?

But that seems to be the case right now.

"Ugh."

Shinobu sighed.

Hearing this, Atobe frowned. He was also aware of the problem, but as the captain of Hyotei, he couldn't let this shake his resolve.

Moreover, his intuition told him that the duel between the two men before him would not be so easy to decide.

"Beautiful! As expected of Fuji!"

On the other side, after seeing Fuji unleash the White Whale, Shizuka excitedly raised her hands, her eyes brimming with hearts.

As someone who's naturally prone to infatuation with men, how could she possibly resist such a handsome and dashing sight?

"That's interesting."

Nanjiro's eyes flickered slightly.

Fuji's ball skills are indeed extraordinary. At least at this age, the fact that he has mastered so many ball skills on his own makes it no exaggeration to call him exceptionally talented.

"That old woman has quite a few formidable men under her command."

The thought crossed his mind, and his gaze fell on Banta, who sat calmly in the coach's seat: "But where did this old man find this guy?!"

Fuji's talent is certainly impressive.

But Akutsu's physical talent surprised even Nanjiro himself. His eye for talent was top-notch even by today's standards, but among the geniuses he had seen in his thirty-plus years of experience, few could match the talent of this Yamabuki guy in front of him.

Nanjiro could see it very clearly.

The two appear to be evenly matched at the moment, but Akutsu's physical strength is far superior to Fuji's. The longer the time drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for this Seigaku genius.

really.

Then in the fifth game, Akutsu successfully held serve.

After the start of the sixth game, Akutsu suddenly launched an attack, using powerful smashes to push Fuji's offensive back.

Bang!

Sudden.

Fuji used the residual topspin from his previous shot to execute a Swallow Return Flash.

Tap tap!

But Akutsu suddenly accelerated, moved closer to the tennis ball, lowered his racket, and smashed it hard along the ground.

boom!

A loud explosion rang out.

That almost uncounterable ball technique was violently blasted away by Akutsu.

"40-15!"

Fuji still held the match point, but Akutsu's sudden outburst gave the Seigaku team an indescribable sense of oppression.

Then.

Fuji's Giant Bear Counterattack and White Whale attacks were both successively countered by Akutsu. Fortunately, Fuji was tenacious enough to continue fighting Akutsu even after the White Whale was knocked back.

"No! This can't go on!"

"This guy's physique is too strong! My skills are completely ineffective against him, no matter how powerful they are, they can't win with a single shot!"

"There's no other way, we have to use that method!"

Watching Akutsu catch up with the tennis ball again, Fuji closed his eyes. He seemed resigned to his fate, but a blue vortex quietly emerged from his body.

boom!

At this time.

Akutsu slammed the tennis ball out with a powerful smash.

There were no fancy techniques whatsoever; it was all just a simple accumulation of numbers. Sensing the power surge even stronger than the Wave Ball, Kawamura's expression instantly changed.

"Fuji, watch out! Don't try to catch that ball!!!"

boom!

But at that moment, the slight blue vortex that was spreading around Fuji suddenly expanded. Then, as if a tornado had exploded, it sucked in the heavy ball that Akutsu had thrown.

Whoosh!

next moment.

A blue light surged forth.

An incredibly fast arc of light swept across the top of the court in an instant, and with a thud, it slammed into Akutsu's backhand baseline.

"game!"

"Seigaku Fuji, 3-3!"

After seeing the landing point clearly, the referee on the high chair immediately announced the score.

"Hmm..."

But an eerie silence fell over the scene.

All eyes were on Fuji.

As the storm subsided, revealing a young man surrounded by a cyan vortex, Sengoku narrowed his eyes: "What exactly was that?"

"It was like a storm that suddenly burst open."