My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

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"Come on, kid!"

Across the court, Xiang Ri assumed a receiving stance, looking at his opponent with a provocative expression.

Bang!

Muromachi decisively hit the tennis ball.

"It's here!"

"Muromachi's (senpai's) bullet serve!"

Outside the stadium, many first- and second-year players from Yamabuki excitedly exclaimed.

"This serve?"

On the other side, Momoshiro of Seigaku frowned slightly. Both served bullet serves, but the opponent's was in no way inferior to his.

"Who is this Muromachi?"

Momoshiro turned to look at Inui next to him, who thought for a moment and said, "Yamabuki is a second-year student and Fuji Yuuta's deskmate."

He was a regular starter once, but was quickly dropped and remained a substitute.

Substitute?

Oishi, Kikumaru, and the others' expressions changed slightly.

Putting everything else aside, their serve alone is just as good as Momoshiro's. And yet, someone like that is only a substitute in Yamabuki?

"If he was a substitute, why did he play in the final?"

"yes."

"How exactly did Yamabuki arrange the lineup?!"

Everyone frowned.

"First of all, Muromachi is not weak."

Inui looked up at the court as Mukahi returned the tennis ball. At that moment, he and Muromachi were engaged in a baseline tug-of-war, both displaying impressive speed, judgment, and ball control.

With this level of skill, you simply can't keep up with the Hyotei's starting lineup without real ability!

Turning his head, Inui looked at everyone and said, "As for Yamabuki's idea, I guess it's to cultivate new talent and try to let Ichiro..."

Second-year newcomers get the chance to play.

"But this is also..."

'

Kikumaru spoke instinctively.

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone around him could tell that Yamabuki's plan was too frivolous. No matter what, this was the final of a major tournament, and Yamabuki shouldn't have underestimated his opponent like that.

"Perhaps this is their confidence."

Fuji shook his head.

Horio, standing nearby, chuckled, "Yeah, and doesn't that just show that Yamabuki values ​​us even more than Hyotei?"

"Hmm...that seems to make sense."

Oishi, Kikumaru, and the others exchanged glances and couldn't help but smile.

But this is actually very close to the truth.

For Shibukawa, who is familiar with the original plot and the characters' talents and strengths, Hyotei is really no match for Seigaku right now.

The latter, having not yet suffered defeats in the Tokyo and Kanto tournaments, remained arrogant and considered itself a top-tier team.

In contrast, Seigaku's two super geniuses, Echizen and Fuji, who awakened their powers ahead of time, are already capable of determining the outcome of a match.

Given their combined strength, only Shibukawa and Akutsu could guarantee a win for Yamabuki. Against other teams, it would be a complete disaster. Not to mention, Seigaku also has Tei, who hasn't yet awakened his full potential.

Even Rikkai University at its peak would have been wary of such a lineup.

Considering the strengths of both sides, the arrangement of this match was indeed what Inui had planned; it was a training match for Yamabuki.

However, the opponent was not a team like Fudomine or St. Rudolph, but Hyotei, who was the champion of the major tournament last year.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

But looking at the two players fiercely battling on the court, even the Hyotei team members themselves couldn't say anything about Yamabuki's lineup.

Unfortunately, the two had already played for over 20 rounds, but Mukahi still couldn't defeat his opponent. Although this was partly due to his superior net play, it was still unreasonable for a third-year student to play against a second-year student, especially one who wasn't even a regular starter for Yamabuki.

Snapped!

Unable to defeat his opponent for a long time, Xiang Ri took the initiative to change tactics, suddenly changing the direction of the ball and hitting it towards the frontcourt.

"Well done!"

Yuta made a decisive move and hit a beautiful volley.

Bang!

The tennis ball landed quickly. The angle was tricky, and even Shinobu couldn't react in time.

"15-0!"

"Yamabuki scored first?"

The onlookers were stunned.

Xiang Ri was also a bit stunned. He just wanted to adjust his position to avoid using his weaknesses to fight his opponent head-on. But he didn't expect that his opponent's ability to seize opportunities would be so sharp.

Such a decisive strike, and the volley was especially beautiful. In addition, Yuta is a left-handed player, and his sudden attack even slowed Oshitari's reaction by half a beat.

"How are you feeling?"

When the team changed positions to receive the serve, Shinobu looked at his partner.

Mukahi didn't shirk responsibility. Instead of blaming Oshitari, he shook his head and said, "Their reaction time is very fast. Hmm, Atobe is right. We can't underestimate them just because they're second-years."

"Okay, I'll cover for you later."

"Ichiji said with a smile."

The two had known each other for about two and a half years and understood each other's personalities very well. Shinobu knew very well that although Mukahi was a bit stubborn, he would never bury his head in the sand or run away from problems.

Now that the other side has also suffered, and knows that they cannot underestimate their opponent, he naturally needs to provide them with more help.

"How is it?"

On the other side, Yuta was also talking to Muromachi.

"Very strong."

The latter was not underestimating his opponent. He said in a deep voice, "This red-haired guy from Hyotei reacts quite quickly, but his reaction speed is greatly weakened when the baseline battle is prolonged. Be careful if he engages in a net battle with you later."

"Okay, I understand."

Yuta nodded.

The two hadn't known each other for long, but because they were classmates and Yamabuki's singles skills were already overflowing, even a master like Mizuki couldn't be ranked.

Therefore, Yuta and Muromachi planned to start with doubles from the beginning to earn playing time. They practiced diligently and with a good attitude, and Shibukawa was also generous with the opportunity to play.

Whether in regular practice matches or since the start of the new season, they have maintained a perfect record, achieving remarkable success. Over time, their teamwork and understanding have reached a very high level.

Bang!

soon.

Muromachi serves again.

After systematically learning the serving posture and timing, his bullet serve became increasingly proficient. Coupled with the improvement in his physical fitness, even without going all out, it was more than enough to handle this level of competition.

Tap tap!

On the opposite side, Oshitari moved quickly. After catching up with the tennis ball, he swung his racket to intercept, deliberately hitting the ball towards the net.

"Again?"

On Yamabuki's side, one of the ordinary team members couldn't help but sneer upon seeing this: "Haven't you had enough of the suffering you just endured?"

Yuta is skilled at volleying and is considered a key player in Yamabuki's net play. To outsiders, Hyotei's willingness to play net shots is basically suicidal.

Bang!

Surprisingly, Yuta's interception was blocked by his opponent.

"So fast!"

Dongfang's expression changed slightly.

Even if he were prepared, he wouldn't be able to react at the net like Xiang Ri, completing the counterattack almost in the blink of an eye.

"I've been waiting for you!"

Hikari, Yuta is no pushover either.

He had anticipated this move and was naturally prepared. He took advantage of Xiang Ri's counterattack, smashing the tennis ball down with a backhand, as if blocking a shot.

Bang!

The ball landed in a tricky spot; even Yuta himself would have a hard time returning the ball from that position.

Swish!

Unexpectedly, Xiang Ri suddenly lunged at the tennis ball like a fish. After hitting the ball back with a thud, he braced himself on the ground with his left hand, spinning lightly in the air like a bird, and landed steadily after straightening his body.

"15-15!"

"This, this is..."

"Dance-style tennis (skillful shots)!"

Nan spoke with a solemn expression.

He had felt that Mukahi's movements looked familiar. Now it seemed that his opponent was the same type of player as Kikumaru from Seigaku.

"Is that Kikumaru Eiji's fighting style?"

Dongfang's expression also turned serious.

He still felt a chill run down his spine when he thought about the net play of that Seigaku golden duo. If they hadn't listened to Shibukawa's advice and sealed Kikumaru instead of Oishi first, the two of them probably would have been defeated by their opponents.

Now, a master of this art has emerged.

"This is a good thing."

Unlike the others who were wary, Shibukawa laughed: "The sooner the other side reveals their hand, the more advantageous the situation will be for us."

He was well aware of the strength of the Oshitari and Mukahi duo. But this match was meant to be a whetstone for Yuta and Muromachi.

The stronger the opponent, the better the effect.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

on the field.

The duel between the two sides continues.

This time, due to the change in the receiving position, Mukahi was confined to the baseline. Yuta and Muromachi weren't stupid; they wouldn't let their opponent run to the net for a fair and square match just to win.

However, Oshitari was no pushover either.

Seeing Muromachi and Mukahi pulling at the baseline, he decisively intervened, seizing the opportunity to hit the tennis ball in the opposite direction of Muromachi.

He and Xiang Ri then took the opportunity to switch places.

"Well done!"

Yuta was not one to back down from a fight. Seeing that his opponent's momentum toward the net was unstoppable, he rallied his spirits and launched a fierce net battle with his opponent.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

One player excelled at volleying, while the other was incredibly agile. Their net play was getting faster and faster, and some players couldn't even keep up with them.

Bang!

Suddenly, Yuta seized the opportunity and delivered a wide-angle slicing attack.

That was a tricky shot; anyone else would have been unable to defend against it. But Mukahi reacted quickly, lunging forward and using the same technique—a dance-like shot—to hit the tennis ball into Yuta's corner.

While a sharp, angled strike is tricky, it also leaves a significant opening. It's a desperate, all-or-nothing attack; failure means defeat.

"15-30!"

tread!

He scored with a powerful shot, followed by a beautiful spin and a steady landing, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Damn it! This guy..."

'

A surge of anger welled up in Muromachi's heart.

"Don't act impulsively."

Yuta stopped him, shaking his head. "His net play is very strong, that's true. But we might be able to take advantage of that, like this..."

Finally, he whispered a few words in Muromachi's ear, and the latter's eyes lit up.

"Are these two up to something?"

Xiang Ri frowned.

Shinobu laughed and said, "Don't overthink it. Just like the coach said, we just need to play at our own pace."

"My own pace? No problem!"

He smiled heartily at the sun.

He had a great time with the net play just now, and now he just wants to use his net play to completely crush his opponent.

After all, it's extremely difficult to find someone like those two second-year Yamabuki players on the other side, who have strong net play and are willing to go head-to-head with him.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The game continues.

Mukahi resumed his net play, demonstrating his formidable strength. Among the players currently competing in major tournaments, aside from the top-tier singles players, only Kikumaru from Seigaku could rival him.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye.

He broke through his opponent's serve.

"Game!"

"Hyotei, 1-0, switch positions!"

"Tsk tsk."

Xiang Ri had a great time in the previous duel, and he was so smug that he walked with a swagger when he switched positions.

"This guy's such a show-off!"

Shishido, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but complain.

"Let him pretend if he wants to."

Atobe remained calm: "As long as he can maintain his rhythm and play in his current form, the chances of winning doubles 2 are very high."

He wasn't afraid that Xiang Ri would get carried away, but the opponent was in a good mood. Warning him to be careful now would be like pouring cold water on Xiang Ri's head, and would backfire.

As it turned out, Atobe's idea was correct.

In the second game, Hyotei still relied on Mukahi's outstanding performance to win, taking a 2-0 lead over their opponents.

"What's wrong, Yamabuki? Is this all you've got?"

Having won two games in a row, Xiang Ri became increasingly arrogant. He looked smugly at his two opponents: "Your reactions are just too slow!"

This is also a traditional skill of Hyotei.

After winning a match, they show no mercy in trampling on their opponent's dignity. Coach Taro Sakaki never stops them; in his view, it's simply a tactic.

Tennis is a sport with intense mental competition. If you are hit too hard, your mentality will collapse and you will not be able to perform at 60% of your strength.

"That's about it."

Seeing Xiang Ri's smug expression, Yuta calmly glanced at his partner.

"Um."

Muromachi nodded.

If it were a one-on-one match, he was afraid he would be provoked by his opponent. But since teaming up with Yuta, under his influence, he has become more and more calm.

In addition, the team has regular training programs specifically for mental fortitude, so he is no longer the impulsive, easily angered teenager he once was.

Bang!

In the third game, Yuta serves.

Oshitari was receiving the serve, and he returned the ball excellently. However, Muromachi intercepted it at the net, seemingly determined to settle the score with Mukahi at the net.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

After a fierce battle, Muromachi reacted quickly, but Mukahi was more experienced and shrewd.

"There's a flaw!"

The moment Muromachi hit the ball, Mukahi's eyes instantly locked onto the position behind his opponent, a clear open space.

Bang!

Mukahi made a decisive move, hitting the ball with all his might towards Muromachi's blind spot.

"Finally, they fell for it."

Unexpectedly, Muromachi not only showed no panic, but instead revealed a smile of triumph.

Tap tap!

From that direction, a figure strode forward—it was Yuta, who had been waiting for a long time. The so-called opening was deliberately created by Muromachi to lure the opponent into attacking.

Swish!

next moment.

Yuta caught up with the tennis ball, gripped the racket with both hands, and quickly struck the ball before it bounced off the ground.

Bang!

The crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground rang out.

Then, everyone saw an incredibly fast streak of light shoot out. To Xiang Ri's astonishment, it passed right by his side and crashed with a thud near the edge of the court.

"What...what was that just now?"

Xiang Ri stared wide-eyed.

That ball was too fast; it was so fast that he couldn't even react.