My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Tap tap!

on the field.

Moving rapidly across Sichuan.

With a speed close to 2, he had little difficulty dealing with this type of serve when Tezuka wasn't serious.

With a loud bang.

Shibukawa, who was close to the tennis ball, returned the ball. His swing speed was already at level 7, and with the passive effect of level 1 extreme speed swing, even without using his full strength, his backswing speed was still incredibly fast.

At least, in the eyes of the club players around him, Shechuan's swing had already become a blur.

"So fast!"

"I can't even see the point of impact!"

"The team members from this school called Yamabuki are way too good!"

With the help of experts, these elite players, who have undergone at least four or five years of training, could immediately see the trick.

"good."

Tezuka nodded again.

In the previous match between Shibukawa and Kuki, he felt that Kuki's swing speed was very fast. Now it seems that Shibukawa didn't use his true strength in the match just now.

"Kuki of Kakiki didn't lose unjustly."

Araki, who was not far away, also nodded.

He was friends with Kensuke Kuki, so he naturally knew the other's intentions. Unfortunately, Kuki overestimated his son's talent, and he ended up becoming a stepping stone for others to gain fame.

"but."

Araki paused for a moment, then shook his head inwardly: "Tezuka isn't like Kuki Kiichi; this level of rapid swing doesn't make any difference to him."

Bang!

really.

Tezuka caught up with the tennis ball almost in the blink of an eye, and without even looking, he raised his hand and smashed the ball at an angle towards Shibukawa's backhand side.

"That diagonal shot was so solid."

On the other side of Yamabuki, Nan, Dongfang, and the others were secretly alarmed.

It's not that they couldn't hit a shot like that. But that was during practice matches, or even during shot placement practice, when someone else fed them the ball.

You simply can't hit that kind of shot in a real game.

Moreover, Tezuka's gaze wasn't even on the tennis ball. His ability to hit without even looking was simply beyond their reach.

Tap tap!

the other side.

With his footwork already at a considerable level, Shibukawa caught up with the ball again.

"Hmm..."

When they saw Shibukawa also not even look at the ball, and simply raise his hand to return Tezuka's smash, the Yamabuki members' eyes couldn't help but tremble.

"His swing is so steady!"

One of the third-year regulars said incredulously.

"Um."

Uesugi nodded solemnly and said, "Long-term racket swing training has given him a fairly stable level of control over his arm. If I'm not mistaken, his racket swing has developed very deep muscle memory."

Upon hearing this...

The Yamabuki group fell silent.

All told, Shibukawa had only been training his swing for a little over two months. Yet, his swing level had already reached such an astonishing level.

and.

This wasn't a practice match within the school; it was a direct confrontation with Tezuka from Seigaku. Even if he wasn't going all out, he was still someone that ordinary people couldn't contend with.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

but.

Shibukawa and Tezuka did indeed fight evenly.

"His stamina, anticipation, speed, strength, and technique have all reached a certain level."

During the exchange, Tezuka had essentially gauged his opponent's strength. He had to admit that even within Seigaku, Momoshiro and Kaidou, whom he had high hopes for, were no match for the boy before him.

of course.

If the other person is a second-grader of the same age as him, then it's a different story.

"As expected of Tezuka."

Meanwhile, Shibukawa was also trying to find out about Tezuka's tennis skills.

The person before him was indeed the strongest opponent he had ever encountered.

Whether it was his own strength or the terrifying defense that resembled a thick wall, it brought him an indescribable sense of oppression.

Obviously.

Even with his talent for [cardiopulmonary enhancement], he wouldn't be able to win this point in a prolonged battle.

That's right, Shibukawa wants to win.

He stepped forward not only to establish his prestige among the Yamabuki group, but more importantly, to use their pressure to hone his own skills.

Kunimitsu Tezuka.

A well-deserved national-level expert.

Against someone like that, let alone a complete game, Shibukawa wouldn't stand a chance, not even a single match. But if it's just one point, he's not without a chance.

but.

After their first exchange, Shibukawa realized he had underestimated his opponent's strength. Even though he already knew about Tezuka's various skills and talents, the sheer amount of skill he displayed, even just a glimpse of his abilities, was incredibly impressive.

"But I'm not without a chance."

Shechuan knew very well that he couldn't afford to lose heart, especially in situations like this.

Bang!

Immediately.

After hitting the tennis ball, Shibukawa immediately changed direction and ran forward quickly.

"Go online?"

"Has this guy gone mad? That's Tezuka! How dare he attack first?"

"Shibukawa... what are you thinking?"

Everyone in the club, as well as the Yamabuki team members, showed expressions of astonishment. Even Uesugi and Sengoku couldn't help but frown.

Knowing Tezuka's strength all too well, they understood that their opponent wasn't taking it seriously at all. If they lost their composure due to the prolonged stalemate and rashly launched an attack, they would only lose even faster.

really.

Without hesitation, Tezuka delivered a blow towards Shibukawa's front.

A shot that chases down the opponent's body!

This is the simplest and most direct way to deal with players who come to the net. By hitting the ball close to the opponent's path, you force them to slow down. Once they slow down, their advantage at the net is greatly reduced, and their weaknesses will be completely exposed.

"We're doomed!"

"This guy was definitely too careless."

"Yeah, that's Tezuka. Rushing in like that was incredibly reckless!"

The Yamabuki group sighed inwardly.

In their view, Shechuan's actions were nothing short of suicidal.

Tatata! ! !

however.

To everyone's surprise, Shibukawa did not slow down when facing Tezuka's shot; instead, he suddenly burst forward and charged forward without holding back.

With a loud bang.

He managed to return the ball before it hit the ground.

"What?"

Everyone was shocked.

Tezuka was also a little surprised; he hadn't expected his opponent to use such a surprising tactic.

"What a pity."

While Araki admired Shibukawa's response from the sidelines, he still shook his head and said, "This kind of tactic might have a surprising effect on others, but it's completely meaningless against Tezuka."

Bang!

really.

Almost as soon as the tennis ball hit the ground, Tezuka appeared and quickly smashed it back.

But Shibukawa had already reached the net and seized the initiative. With a slight tilt of his head, he lightly sliced ​​the tennis ball with a snap, much to the astonishment of the onlookers.

"Short ball?"

"hiss!"

"This guy is too daring! He actually managed to get to the net, and he even hit a short shot right in front of Tezuka!"

"wrong."

While the onlookers were in shock, Sengoku shook his head and said, "That short ball was beautifully placed, but Tezuka still caught up."

The words fell.

Tezuka quickly caught up and flicked the tennis ball away before it hit the ground a second time.

Seeing this, everyone exclaimed that Tezuka was truly remarkable, managing to save even such a shot.

Swish!

But next second.

A figure suddenly leaped into the air; it was Shibukawa, who had been prepared all along. Facing Tezuka, he knew very well that he could only attack, and launch an all-out, uncompromising offensive.

All of the previous actions were preparations for this smash.

As the saying goes, when two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins.

This smash was his trump card in the fight against Tezuka, a national-level master.

boom!

A loud bang.

Shibukawa smashed the tennis ball down with a powerful smash.

"That smash?!"

Tezuka looked up at the fierce shot hurtling down his court, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Even the first-year player on his team, Takeshi Momoshiro's dunk-style smash, didn't have that kind of power.

Then.

Tezuka sighed helplessly to himself.

"I never expected that this tactic would actually be used to win this point."

At this moment, there was not a trace of panic in his eyes. What was a fierce and powerful smash to others posed no threat to Tezuka.

Without him.

Just now, when he received the short ball, he applied a special spin to it. No matter where the smash landed, it would be drawn to a specific position.

The only price to pay is that Tezuka will reveal his ultimate technique. With a thought, he looked up at the figure in mid-air, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He never expected that he would be pushed to such a point.

"But it's all over... huh?!"

however.

Just as Tezuka was about to make his move and end the duel, his pupils suddenly contracted as if he had seen something.

With a snap.

The shot taken by Shechuan did not land.

Instead, it crashed headfirst into the white ropes of the net, and the power and spin of the tennis ball were largely diminished by the sudden resistance.

Then, the tennis ball, having lost its impact, bounced twice before rolling down.

Pat-pat...

Everyone stared in disbelief as the tennis ball landed in front of the net. The entire court was so quiet you could hear a pin drop!