My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

"Who is this person?"

"I don't know him, but judging from Sengoku's expression, he's obviously waiting for him."

"But no matter how I look at him, he seems quite ordinary, nothing special about him."

The crowd around the stadium whispered among themselves.

Seeing this, Sengoku frowned, feeling somewhat displeased. He had originally chosen this court because he thought there weren't many people there, and playing here would prevent anyone from seeing him.

I didn't expect there to be so many people on the weekend.

He had considered going back to Yamabuki for the match, as the situation there was definitely much quieter than here. However, considering the agreement he had made with Shibukawa, changing his mind at the last minute would mean that Sengoku had broken his promise if Shibukawa couldn't find a court. So, he had no choice but to settle for this place.

After a pause, Sengoku cleared his mind of distractions and fixed his gaze on Shibukawa.

at this time.

The opposing team also walked down the steps and entered the stadium.

"Shall we start now?"

Shibukawa said with a smile.

He didn't care about the many people around him at all. His duel with Sengoku wasn't anything shameful.

The only thing that concerned him was that these people's presence shouldn't affect the other party's mentality. Otherwise, defeating a Sengoku who wasn't at his peak wouldn't give him much of a sense of accomplishment.

"Um."

Sengoku nodded upon hearing this.

He was a seasoned veteran, and this unexpected situation did not affect his mindset.

"Since it's a competition..."

As Shibukawa spoke, his gaze swept around, finally settling on a figure hiding in the distance: "Friend, could you be the referee for our match?"

"I?"

Yusuke Iriki paused for a moment, then pointed to himself with a somewhat uncertain finger.

"That's right."

Shibukawa smiled and nodded, then looked at Sengoku opposite him: "Sengoku, you don't have any objections, do you?"

"I don't care."

Sengoku spoke calmly.

He naturally understood that the other person was asking for his opinion. After all, just now, Sengoku had driven away that guy from Hino Fifth Junior High School with two serves.

Generally speaking, even in street tennis, which is not considered a formal competition, such off-court factors are avoided as much as possible.

No one can guarantee that Iri, who was previously taught a lesson by Sengoku, will not hold a grudge and make an unfair judgment.

But Sengoku didn't care at all.

He is very confident in his abilities, and he also trusts his opponents. This young man, who trains diligently every day regardless of the weather, would not do anything that disrespects the rules of the competition.

"Okay, okay."

Seeing that Sengoku did not object, Iri thought for a moment and said nervously, "But let me make it clear beforehand, please don't mind if I am not good enough at judging correctly."

Shibukawa smiled and said, "Don't worry, just do what you can."

Sengoku remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly jogged down the steps, climbing up to the referee's high chair.

"Cough, cough cough."

He cleared his throat, about to say something, when suddenly, as if remembering something, he quickly said, "Oh right, I still don't know your name."

"Yamabuki, Shibukawa Shin."

"Okay, I got it... Wait, you're also from Yamabuki?"

Ru Lai looked at the boy in front of him with some surprise.

He then gave Sengoku another serious look, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Aren't these two guys from Yamabuki? Why are they competing outside? Oh well, it's none of my business."

He shook his head inwardly, no longer dwelling on the issue.

On the contrary, he was more curious about what was so special about this person named Shibukawa that made Sengoku treat him with such care.

He knew the latter's strength very well, not to mention those two terrifying serves just now. In this year's tournament, Hino Fifth Middle School happened to face Yamabuki, and their captain was crushed by this guy with a score of 6-0.

In the words of their minister, Sengoku Yamabuki is definitely a top-tier fighter in the Kanto region.

From this perspective, the current "Yamabuki civil war" is clearly very interesting.

After gathering his thoughts, he entered seriously and asked the two to guess who should take priority.

After a while.

Then Shibukawa spun his racket, and Sengoku, standing opposite him, thought for a moment and chose the reverse side.

pat.

The racket fell.

The letters, however, are facing down.

"Oh? It seems I'm luckier."

Shechuan smiled and bent down to pick up the racket.

Sengoku frowned slightly.

This is the second time this has happened to him this year. In the past, when guessing who would serve, he was always able to accurately guess the direction the letter would be facing after the racket fell to the ground.

He earned the nickname "Lucky Thousand Stones" because he could guess almost every time.

But this incredible luck came to an end at this year's tournament. And the one who stopped him from setting a record was none other than Tezuka, the vice-captain of Seigaku.

And now.

He encountered this situation again.

"A coincidence...or something else?"

Sengoku's composure wavered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. Despite being called "Lucky Sengoku," his true strength never lay in his luck.

"Congratulations to Shibukawa for winning the serve..."

"Wait a moment."

Just as Iri was about to announce who would start, Shibukawa raised his hand to stop him, saying, "I think this spot suits me better, so I'll choose this court."

Uh?

Upon hearing this...

Everyone around, including the referee, was stunned. It was the first time they had ever seen a situation where someone would choose the court instead of having the right to serve.

But then, he frowned again as he entered.

"That's strange. If he really wants to stay in his current position, even if he wins the serve, Sengoku wouldn't ask to change positions, would he?"

In his view, this was clearly an unspoken rule in tennis. This person named Shibukawa's actions were quite unusual and alarming.

"Oh."

Sengoku, who had the right to serve, simply smiled faintly and turned to walk towards the baseline on his side.

Others might not know Shechuan's purpose, but how could he not? The reason the opponent gave him the serve was simply to let him use his "tiger cannon" (a powerful shot).

Generally speaking, whether you serve first or second in a tennis match doesn't have a significant impact.

but.

For Sengoku, who possesses a heavy weapon like the Tiger Cannon, it's a different story. In regular matches, as long as he uses the Tiger Cannon to pave the way and wins the first round, overwhelming his opponent with momentum, the rest of the match is as swift and decisive as autumn leaves being swept away by the wind.

in other words.

Only by gaining the first serve can he unleash his best performance. And that's clearly the opponent's goal as well.

"Since you want to see a real Tiger Cannon, I certainly won't disappoint you!"

Thinking this, Sengoku took out a tennis ball from his pocket and gently began to bounce it.

From his high chair, after observing the situation of the two, he announced, "The match begins, one set to decide the winner. Sengoku serves, game over!"

call!

The words fell.

To the astonishment of onlookers, Sengoku tossed the tennis ball high into the air. Then, he pushed off the ground with both legs, leaping off like an eagle.

"Wow! What kind of jumping ability is that?!"

"Is this for real? Someone can actually jump that high?"

"My God, this is the first time I've ever seen someone jump that exaggeratedly high when serving on a tennis court!!"

A chorus of gasps of surprise rose from the crowd around them.

"snort."

To this, Rinlai, sitting on the high chair, smiled dismissively.

"These idiots don't even know about the Thousand Stone Tiger Cannon. They're so ignorant."

It's no wonder he didn't take these people seriously before; these guys who couldn't even get away with something in a regional qualifier were hardly any better than beginners.

However, it's worth noting that Iriki was somewhat surprised that Sengoku used the [Tiger Cannon] right from the start. After all, such a deadly move could determine the course of the match.

Swish!

And at this time.

Sengoku had already jumped to the highest point, and at the same time, the tennis ball flew to the right position. He raised his racket, and the length of the racket plus the length of his arm, at the moment of the swing, hit the tennis ball precisely in the 'sweet spot' of the racket's contact point.

"Hmm!"

Upon seeing this, Rulai's pupils contracted.

Previously, he had only watched Sengoku's serve from an outsider's perspective. At the time, he only felt it was terrifying, but now it seemed that his opponent's experience in connecting each part of the serve was incredibly refined and astonishing.

boom!

next moment.

Sengoku swung his racket and slammed it into the tennis ball.

In an instant, the tennis ball, imbued with tremendous force, hurtled down like a cannonball. And given Sengoku's experience in serving, the path he chose was, unsurprisingly, the shortest one.

therefore.

In the eyes of others.

This tennis ball, resembling a smash, not only produces a crisp sound and tremendous power upon impact, but its speed is also so fast that it is difficult for onlookers to perceive with the naked eye.

Even those sitting in the referee's seat could only catch a faint glimpse of his image.

This made him break out in a cold sweat.

Are you kidding me!

If a referee can't even clearly see where the ball lands during a serve, what authority does his ruling have?!

Swish!

but.

Just as he was trying to focus and see the ball's trajectory clearly, someone else appeared before him at the point where the tennis ball would land, even faster than his own eyesight.

"It's him?"

"So fast!!!"

Upon entering, I was suddenly startled.

This wasn't the first time Shibukawa had retaliated against the "Tiger Cannon." With his now-improved leg strength and level 7 racket swing, he barely even looked before raising his hand to smash the landing tennis ball.

boom!

A crisp sound.

Sengoku's heavy weapon, the Tiger Cannon, was intercepted by Shibukawa on its very first attempt.

"This guy?!"

Sengoku, still suspended in mid-air, narrowed his eyes.

His Tiger Cannon was not at the level of the last intensive training session. Although he didn't unleash his full power, Sengoku was certain that the opponent wouldn't be able to catch up with the first ball.

however.

In reality, Shibukawa not only caught up, but also swung his racket to receive the ball as it bounced off the ground, delivering a perfectly timed half-volley.

but.

Sengoku's surprise lasted only a moment, then a cold glint appeared in his eyes.

Without him.

His "Tiger Cannon" serve was not only fast, but its power was also far superior to the defective version he had used before. In his view, even if Shibukawa managed to return the ball, he would at most hit the net, and it would be impossible for him to succeed.

Bang!

But the next moment.

Before he even landed, a pale yellow light suddenly exploded beneath his feet. This unexpected change caused Qian Shi's expression to shift slightly.

So much so that he almost lost his balance when he landed.

"0, 0-15!"

The person sitting on the high chair announced the score in a trembling voice.

"Is this a lie? Is it a lie?"

Then, he looked at the side of the court as if he were looking at a monster, at the black-haired boy who was slowly putting away his racket, his face devoid of joy or sorrow.

"Shibukawa letter?"

"Who exactly is he?"

"They actually broke through Sengoku's Tiger Cannon right from the start! That's a powerful serve that even Captain Tanaka couldn't handle!!"

I was deeply shocked when I entered.

That single shot completely changed his perception of Shibukawa. Although he had never heard of the name before, he was certain that the opponent was at least a player of Sengoku's caliber.

"What...what happened?"

Compared to the shock of entering, the others were mostly bewildered. They still didn't understand what had happened.

Just moments before, Sengoku had delivered an amazing serve. But in the blink of an eye, the tennis ball was back behind the serving player.

What is this?

Is it a magic trick?

"This guy..."

Compared to the others, Sengoku, whose proud serve was instantly broken, appeared calm, but his subconscious grip on his racket betrayed his true thoughts.

Although he had long known that the other party was no longer the boy who had once been able to force him back to his crippled state with the Tiger Cannon.

But when he actually saw his opponent, who broke through his serve with almost all his might without hesitation, Sengoku still felt a little dazed.

too fast!

The opponent's growth rate is so fast that it feels unbelievable!

It's hard to imagine that less than three months ago, the other party was just a nobody in the Yamabuki fandom.

And now.

However, he has grown to the point that even Sengoku has to regard him as a formidable rival!

"very good."

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Sengoku looked at his opponent with a serious expression. His eyes flashed with an unprecedented sharpness.

"I will hold nothing back in this match."

Bang!

immediately.

Sengoku delivered a powerful kick.

Although it wasn't a "Tiger Cannon," its speed and power still caused the person sitting in the referee's seat to change their expression drastically.

He saw it clearly; this serve was nothing like the one that had just defeated him so easily. If it were him, he wouldn't have had any chance to counterattack.

Tap tap!

however.

A black-haired figure suddenly appeared near the landing point of the tennis ball, like a ghost.

With a loud bang.

Shibukawa raised his hand and swung his racket, hitting the tennis ball towards the far point on Sengoku's backhand side. The latter was not to be outdone, quickly moving over and hitting the ball back to the far point on Shibukawa's backhand side as well.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Then.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone.

The two players began a long-distance tug-of-war along the baseline, each time attacking the other's opposite side and forcing their opponents to switch defenses quickly.

The intense back-and-forth battle left the surrounding audience breathless.

What truly amazed the referee was the speed of their duel. Far from slowing down as time went on, it seemed to get faster and faster, with each shot becoming increasingly powerful.

"No! It's not an illusion!"

Rulai subconsciously swallowed, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two. Finally, it settled on the black-haired boy.

"Forget about Sengoku, he's a top-tier fighter in the Kanto region. But who is this guy named Shibukawa? When did Yamabuki acquire such a formidable figure?!"