My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

"Ooh ooh ooh!"

"That was amazing!"

"As expected of Shibukawa, his opponent was simply no match for him!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, the surrounding audience shouted excitedly.

"It's pretty good."

Muromachi gave Shibukawa on the court one last look, then turned and left.

He knew very well that his opponent hadn't used their full strength. But similarly, he hadn't gone all out in the match either.

"really."

"Only a real fight can push you to your limits."

Muromachi gripped his racket tightly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He was increasingly looking forward to the upcoming match.

...

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Everyone who participated in the official team selection played a match. The competition quickly entered the second round. In Group D, under everyone's expectant gaze, Shibukawa and Muromachi entered the court almost simultaneously.

"Next, let's begin the match between Nobuhiro Shibukawa and Juji Muromachi in Group D."

The referee, seated high on his chair, spoke in a loud voice.

Then.

The two approached the net.

The usually arrogant Muromachi was uncharacteristically serious. He looked at his opponent and smiled faintly: "Senpai, you have indeed become stronger. But I'm sorry, the winner of this match will only be me!"

Although he had tried to control his personality, his speech still sounded rather naive. But Shibukawa understood; a month ago, Muromachi probably wouldn't have even given him a second glance.

All of this stems from his increased strength.

So, in the end, tennis is all about power. Only the strong can command respect from their opponents, and for Shibuchi, this match is merely the beginning of his tennis career.

"Um."

After a moment's thought, he smiled and nodded: "I'm really looking forward to the match against you, Muromachi. I hope that you, as a genius of Yamabuki, won't disappoint me."

Their exchange wasn't exactly polite, but it didn't escalate to a full-blown exchange of profanities. Then, Muromachi, eager to get started, stood his racket upright and began spinning it.

Next, the two players each chose a side and waited for the letters to face after the racket fell.

"On the other hand, I won."

Muromachi, who had guessed the opposite of what he wanted beforehand, laughed and said, "Looks like Lady Luck is on my side today. Well then, I won't be polite and will choose to serve. You shouldn't mind, senpai, right?"

"certainly."

Shechuan's expression remained unchanged.

Realizing that he couldn't provoke his opponent with words, Muromachi picked up his racket, turned around, and walked towards the baseline.

He believed in the supremacy of strength.

Instead of going through all those roundabout ways, let's just let our rackets do the talking.

The same applies to Shechuan.

Soon, both players retreated to near the baseline. The umpire on the high chair, after assessing their condition, nodded and said, "The match is decided in one set. Muromachi serves. Game one!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

The words fell.

Then Muromachi took a tennis ball out of his pocket, tapped it a few times, and held it in his hand. He looked up, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes behind his white-rimmed sunglasses as he looked at his opponent.

"I won't hold back!"

Bang!

immediately.

Without warning, he smashed the tennis ball.

Tap tap!

Then, Muromachi quickly ran towards the tennis ball.

"Serve and volley?"

"Is Muromachi going for a fast attack right from the start?"

"Isn't that incredibly daring?"

"That's the true genius of Yamabuki! If you're going to play, play offensively! A fast-paced style is the way to go!"

Everyone was taken aback at first, then became excited.

Offense is undoubtedly the best way to stir up the emotions of the spectators, especially Muromachi's first-mover advantage, which instantly ignited the atmosphere in the stadium.

"What will he do?"

Meanwhile, outside the stadium, Coach Banta, Captain Uesugi, and others all turned their attention to Shibukawa.

Surprisingly, he didn't rush to take action; instead, he seemed stunned and stood still.

"Were you scared?"

Many people think of this subconsciously.

"No."

One of the main contenders, Dongfang Yamei, suddenly widened her eyes: "He moved!"

Tap tap!

But then Shibukawa quickly ran towards where the tennis ball had landed.

"It's too late to act now!"

Muromachi, sprinting forward, was also keeping an eye on his opponent. When he saw that Shibukawa's movements were noticeably a half-beat slower, he completely relaxed.

"That's true."

"He's never played against any good players before; those guys he played against were all mediocre."

Muromachi saw that Shibukawa's slower movement significantly reduced the threat of his shots. This allowed Muromachi to become more composed and even consider how to launch a decisive attack and score in one fell swoop.

Swish!

however.

In that split second when everyone's thoughts were racing, Shibukawa's racket suddenly increased in speed. With a thud, the tennis ball, which had just bounced off the ground, was swiftly struck.

Snapped!

From the audience's perspective, before they could even react, they saw a pale yellow light explode behind Muromachi.

The latter's pupils suddenly contracted, and his head involuntarily turned to look behind him. When he saw the tennis ball rolling outside the baseline, his body instantly stiffened.

"0-15!"

The referee spoke.

The stadium, which had fallen silent due to the shock, was suddenly filled with a noisy discussion.

"What happened?"

"What...what just happened?"

"Yeah, what on earth did Shibukawa do to suddenly score a point?!"

Everyone is puzzled.

Even though Muromachi had the advantage just a second ago by serving and netting, once he controlled the advantageous position, he could easily dominate the course of the ball.

result.

However, it was Shibukawa, who was a beat slow to react, who unexpectedly scored the point.

"This kid... he's got some skills."

Among the crowd, Uesugi looked at Shibukawa with a hint of surprise.

"really."

At this moment, Sengoku, the biggest favorite to advance from Group A, also appeared on the side, smiling as he said, "First, he deliberately slowed down to make Muromachi underestimate him. Then, when the opponent crossed the middle and thought victory was in his grasp, he suddenly made his move."

"No, it's not..."

Ryuichi Honda, who was also in Group A but was easily defeated by Sengoku, looked on in astonishment: "It's that easy?"

"Of course not."

Uesugi shook his head and said, "This tactic seems simple, but in reality, it requires a thorough understanding of the opponent's mentality, and you yourself must be bold and decisive."

"More importantly..."

At this point, Uesugi said in a deep voice, "The swing speed needs to be fast enough. Otherwise, the tennis ball will have already flown past before the racket even moves, and you won't even be able to touch it."

"Should I swing the racket?"

Unlike the astonished crowd, Vice Minister Nan took a deep look in the direction of Shechuan.

If he remembered correctly, about a month ago, his opponent's swing practice started to change a bit. At first, Kentaro Minami didn't pay much attention, until Banta asked him about Shibukawa's situation, and he realized that his classmate seemed to have changed.

But he couldn't say exactly what the changes were.

Only now, after Shibukawa unleashed that decisive and swift swing, did Nan finally see the true sharpness hidden beneath his unassuming exterior.

Only Banta looked at Shibukawa with eyes full of satisfaction and admiration.

At this moment, the figure who had been practicing his racket swings tirelessly for the past month, rain or shine, gradually overlapped with the boy in front of him.

Unbeknownst to them, the other party had grown to such an extent!