My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

It's not like I've never seen a genius like Muromachi before.

For example, there's Kirihara Akaya from Rikkai University and Hiyoshi Waka from Hyotei University. These two performed exceptionally well in this year's youth selection tournament, even surpassing Muromachi's achievements.

But Muromachi was certain that even those two would never be able to overcome their weaknesses so quickly in actual combat.

He remembers it very clearly.

Just moments ago, Shibukawa's backhand swing was still quite clumsy, no different from that of a beginner. But in such a short time, his opponent had already mastered it and even launched threatening counterattacks.

This talent is simply terrifying!

"Wait, there's another possibility."

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Muromachi paused for a moment, then frowned and looked at his opponent.

Overcoming one's own weaknesses in a short period of time is indeed an exaggeration. But if the opponent is very good at backhand, or if backhand is not a weakness at all, then it makes sense.

"The question is, why did he do that?"

"What good would it do him to deliberately put on this show for me?"

Swish!

Suddenly.

Muromachi opened his eyes wide, and his gaze toward Shibukawa suddenly became sharper.

"This guy is such a good actor."

Muromachi thought to himself, his eyes showing a hint of disdain.

If he wasn't mistaken, Shibukawa was indeed deliberately putting on an act. His purpose was simple: firstly, to cultivate a "genius" persona for himself, and secondly, to distract Muromachi, making him shocked by his opponent's talent and thrown into a panic.

"That's right, that's exactly it."

Muromachi thought about it more and more and felt that this was indeed the case.

"snort!"

His gaze turned cold immediately. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the tennis ball into the air.

"You want to cultivate a genius persona, but I won't let you have your way. Shibukawa, if you're so capable, defeat me head-on. My Muromachi Ten-Times tennis tournament isn't that easy!"

Bang!

immediately.

Muromachi hits the tennis ball.

He then quickly went online, his whole demeanor like a hyena unleashed, extremely ferocious.

"Um?"

Shechuan was somewhat surprised.

He was completely unaware of his opponent's thoughts and had no idea that Muromachi had imagined so much. But seeing his opponent use the same trick again, a smile appeared on his face.

"Thanks to you, I've overcome my weakness in my backhand. Now, it's time to end this match."

Bang!

immediately.

Shibukawa swung his racket sideways, sending the tennis ball straight behind Muromachi. Muromachi, however, seemed prepared and quickly accelerated to intercept. But Shibukawa's return was even more powerful, this second ball aimed at Muromachi's backhand.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

on the field.

Muromachi served and volleyed, gradually advancing to try and gain a favorable position. However, he was constantly being moved around by Shibukawa, and after several rallies, he hadn't been able to advance an inch.

"Is Muromachi restricted?"

"How is that possible!"

"But that's exactly how it is; he's still hovering around the service line. It's like he's being manipulated by Shibukawa!"

Manipulation?

Upon hearing this, many of the regular players raised their eyebrows slightly.

One of them thought for a moment, then said in confusion, "Shibukawa's movements aren't fast, the force of his shot doesn't seem heavy, and the spin isn't that strong, so why...?"

"Because Muromachi has been seen through."

The club president, Uesugi, raised his head slightly, his gaze fixed on Shibukawa on the court: "Shibukawa has excellent insight. He has probably figured out Muromachi's playing style completely. In this situation, he can anticipate every move his opponent makes."

"That's right."

At this moment, Banta, who had not spoken until now, suddenly said, "Everyone's physical condition and personality are different. Even with the same training method, different playing styles will develop."

"Some people are good at attacking, while others prefer defensive tennis."

"Over time, these different preferences and physical talents will lead to different habits."

"Some people lean forward before swinging, some prefer to hit the ball with their body turned to the side, while others are used to a straight, powerful smash..."

"As long as you can observe these details, you can judge what kind of ball your opponent will play by observing different movements before they make their move."

"Clearly, Shibukawa is that kind of player."

In closing, Banta gave the black-haired boy a deep look. The others, however, were deeply shocked.

Bang!

At this time.

Shibukawa seized Muromachi's weakness and scored a point.

"A tie! (40-40)"

"hiss."

This smash seemed to confirm Banta's words, giving everyone present another jolt.

"Teacher, you mean...?"

Minister Uesugi took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and turned to look at Banta: "Shibukawa, is he a data-driven player?"

"I have no idea."

Bantian shook his head.

Although Shibukawa's playing style does resemble that of a data-driven player, his intuition told him that this young man was not as simple as he seemed.

"call!"

Uesugi took a deep breath, his excitement no longer concealed.

He understood perfectly how crucial a data-driven player was in team competitions like the junior high school league. Often, simply adjusting the starting lineup based on intelligence could change the outcome of a match.

Moreover, data-driven players can analyze their opponents' playing styles and characteristics through data analysis. They can then conduct targeted training to strengthen their weaknesses, and in actual combat, they can completely overwhelm their opponents.

If a genius like Sengoku is Yamabuki's ace, capable of changing the outcome of a singles match, then a data-driven player influences the entire game's outcome.

Its importance is often no less than that of the coach leading the team.

boom!

At this time.

Shechuan scored again, taking the lead over his opponent.

Then, under Muromachi's incredulous gaze, he scored in an even shorter time and successfully won the first game.

"Impossible! This is impossible!!"

With his serve broken and completely dominated by his opponent, Muromachi lost his composure. Unwilling to accept defeat, he attempted to launch an attack during his opponent's serve to salvage the situation.

however.

Shibukawa, however, seemed to have anticipated this move, disrupting Muromachi's rhythm by constantly adjusting the direction of his shots. Then, he capitalized on the opportunity to counterattack and score.

Muromachi suffered setbacks at every step he took.

After losing his mind, he became like a maddened beast, led by the nose by Shibukawa. He charged and fought recklessly, wasting his energy in vain.

Bang!

finally.

When Shibukawa seized the opportunity and hit the tennis ball at Muromachi's side with a backhand smash, the latter was completely stunned as he looked at the deeper landing point than before.

"Glug."

Muromachi subconsciously swallowed, a thought flashing through his mind: "He wasn't acting, but genuinely broke through on the spot, overcoming his weaknesses under my pressure?"

Thinking back on all his previous speculations, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and he felt like a clown.

immediately.

Having reached his physical limit, he collapsed to the ground with a thud, as if all his strength had been drained in an instant. His face was filled with dejection and bitterness, a far cry from his previous confident and talented self.

"The match is over."

"Shibukawa Shin wins, score 6-0!"