My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

One side of the stadium.

With his hair swept back, revealing a strikingly angular and aloof face, Shibukawa lightly tapped the tennis ball twice before catching it in his hand.

Then.

He looked up at Sengoku across from him: "Your dynamic vision is indeed an amazing ability. However, on the tennis court, even if you can see the trajectory of the tennis ball clearly like in slow motion, it's still just seeing it."

What does that mean?

Those around frowned.

They didn't understand; the atmosphere of the competition was about to erupt. Yet, this boy, who had changed his appearance, was saying things that sounded completely incomprehensible.

"Just seeing...that's all?"

Sengoku frowned, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Madness!

This was the first thought that popped into his mind.

[Dynamic vision] is an ability that is incredibly advantageous to Sengoku. Moreover, being able to clearly see the opponent's movements and changes in their shots is something that many people, even national-level players, dare not even dream of.

The guy in front of him used such flippant words to describe him, which made Sengoku very indignant. It also strengthened his resolve; he would hit the next ball with all his might, giving his opponent a profound lesson.

call!

At this time.

Shechuan tossed the tennis ball into the air.

Then, he stood on his tiptoes, his body stretched out like a longbow to a full moon, and the muscles in his legs, waist (core), and arms exploded in a chain reaction.

finally.

All the power, along with the swing of his arm, was concentrated at the tip of the racket in his hand, and he slammed it down on the tennis ball in mid-air.

A loud bang.

Under the shocked gazes of Iru and the others, Shibukawa's serve shot forward like a cannonball.

In the tennis world, everyone knows that to serve well, you need a good waist and strong core power.

After this period of training, Shibukawa's physique had already improved by more than double. Moreover, he had awakened the passive divine skill [Core Enhancement].

In addition, there's a 20% swing speed bonus from [Rapid Backswing].

now.

The serve that Shechuan hit was incredibly fast.

Therefore, almost instinctively, Sengoku used his strongest [Dynamic Vision].

In an instant.

In his eyes, the surrounding environment slowed down.

The tennis ball that was originally shooting towards us was transformed into a slow-motion video, broken down frame by frame.

"I saw it!"

A glint flashed in Sengoku's eyes. A smile played on his lips as he looked at Shibukawa, as if silently proving his own power.

"Oh."

But then, Sengoku saw Shibukawa smile.

That faint smile, though it appeared gentle, was, in Sengoku's eyes, a silent mockery of him.

Sengoku was immediately enraged.

And all of this was over in the blink of an eye. Without the slightest hesitation, Sengoku set off to chase after the tennis ball.

however.

Just as he was about to lift his foot, an extremely strange sense of contrast surged in his heart. He could clearly see the trajectory of the serve, and even see the rapidly spinning downy hairs on the tennis ball.

But at this moment, his body was completely out of his control.

No matter how he tried to move his body to catch the ball, he couldn't move an inch.

It was at this time.

A sense of absurdity and eeriness welled up in Sengoku's mind. The more he used his [Dynamic Vision] to observe, the clearer he saw, and the stronger the feeling of disconnect between his body and his brain became.

The frustration of being unable to move an inch, especially the sight of himself being unable to move even half a step, caused him immense pain.

What appeared to be a fleeting moment to outsiders was, for Sengoku, a long and agonizing ordeal.

Boom!

at last.

The tennis ball lands on the ground.

Sengoku also lost his dynamic vision.

Under the astonished gazes of those around him, he stood rooted to the spot, like a statue, watching helplessly as the tennis ball bounced away right in front of him.

"Glug."

The man sitting on the high chair subconsciously swallowed.

Although he didn't know what had happened, the strange situation on the field gave him a sudden tremor.

After a moment, having calmed down, he finally spoke: "15-0!"

"call......"

At the bottom line.

Sengoku exhaled a deep breath of stale air.

When he looked at Shechuan again, his eyes were filled with solemnity.

"Has your hitting speed reached such a terrifying level?"

now.

So shocked was he that a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. A gentle breeze made him realize that the back of his clothes was soaked through.

terrible!

The opponent's serve reminded Sengoku of the fear he felt when he was dominated by that cold-faced boy in the semifinals of this year's tournament. He could see everything, but he couldn't do anything about it.

And now.

He had that feeling again.

Sengoku knew very well that the speed of his opponent's serve was faster than his reaction time. Even if he could see it, there was nothing he could do.

"Such a terrifying swing speed..."

Sengoku couldn't help but recall the scene of the first round of the Kanto Tournament, where Yamabuki and Rikkai faced off.

Despite Yamabuki's elimination in singles 3 due to three consecutive losses, the tournament rules stipulate that each team's first-round match must be played for the full duration.

So.

Besides Yanagi, Sengoku also saw another member of Rikkai's Big Three: Genichiro Sanada, now known as the "Emperor of Tennis."

The opponent was a genuine national-level master, whose strength was unfathomable.

Sengoku, on the other hand, had the privilege of witnessing Sanada's exaggeratedly fast backswing speed. From this, he learned the fastest of Sanada's four ultimate techniques.

"Hmm."

Thinking of this, Sengoku suddenly looked up, his gaze deep as he looked at Shibukawa opposite him: "His serve just now was no less impressive than Sanada's 'Swift as the Wind,' was it?"

Do not!

Sengoku, recalling the details of the first round of the Kanto tournament, quickly overturned his own idea.

The speed of their serve just now... was probably even faster than "Swift as the Wind"!

...

Bang!

Bang!

soon.

Shechuan served two more volleys.

As expected, it was another ace serve that the opponent couldn't even touch. This time, even the slowest-witted people around the court came to their senses.

"W-what kind of serve is this?"

"You can't be kidding me, right? That Sengoku guy can't even touch a tennis ball?!"

"That was too fast! I didn't even see anything before it was over!!!"

Everyone gaped, their faces filled with disbelief.

Sengoku clenched his fists inwardly; his face was grim after losing three points in a row. However, he was no ordinary player, and he didn't give up even when he was at a disadvantage.

at last.

When Shechuan hit his fourth ball, he finally adapted to his opponent's speed. He anticipated the shot and hit the ball back.

boom!

however.

His response was a high-speed shot from Shechuan, as fast as an arrow, aimed directly at his backhand.

"Game!"

"Shibukawa, 1-3!"

The man on the high chair took a deep breath and loudly announced the score.

At that moment, he was incredibly excited and shocked.

It was clear to everyone that ever since that guy named Shibukawa flipped his hair and seemed like a completely different person, the rhythm of the match had changed, and Sengoku was utterly powerless to resist this terrifying offensive.

really.

In the fifth game, despite Sengoku serving, he was powerless to resist Shibukawa's high-intensity attack.

fast!

fast!

fast!

The key to Shibukawa's offensive was speed!

Sengoku's reaction speed wasn't slow, and coupled with his terrifying ability [Dynamic Vision], he should have been able to easily dominate the game.

however.

Faced with Shibukawa's offensive onslaught, Sengoku rarely managed to hold out for more than three or four rounds. He could barely keep up with the first and second goals, but the third and fourth goals were completely outside Sengoku's reach.

"How could it be so fast?"

Sengoku's knuckles turned white from gripping the paddle so tightly.

He was very unwilling, but he was powerless to resist Shibukawa, who had turned to an offensive stance.

"What's wrong?"

At this moment, Shibukawa, who had won two games and regained the serve, said with a smile, "I only used 80% of my swing speed, and you can't handle it?"

80% speed?

Are you kidding me?!

Sengoku's pupils contracted slightly, then he abruptly looked up at his opponent. His reason told him that this was a tactic employed by the opponent, an attempt to undermine his fighting spirit through dialogue.

However, a voice deep inside him told him that what the person in front of him was saying was true.

The opponent really only used 80% of their swing speed.

"Hmph! Go ahead and attack!"

Sengoku snorted and assumed a defensive stance again: "Give me enough time, and my body will adapt to your swing speed. This match has only just begun!"

He remained calm and was not intimidated.

"Yeah?"

But Shibukawa glanced at him indifferently, then smiled and said, "Then try and see if you can see my serve clearly."

Swish!

The words fell.

He tossed the tennis ball up again.

Then, using the same smooth and fluid movements as before, with a loud thud, the tennis ball was smashed down by Shibukawa.

"no problem."

Seeing his opponent's move, Sengoku once again amplified his dynamic vision. Previously, he had used dynamic vision to anticipate Shibukawa's serve and act before the ball even flew out of the air.

In this way, he can gain a half-step or even a full-step lead.

That's precisely why he was able to hold his own against Shibukawa. The reason he was at a disadvantage was simply because he wasn't yet used to this style of play.

Once Sengoku adapts, he will be able to face Shibukawa head-on. At that point, with his skill and experience, he will completely regain control of the situation.

"Um?"

however.

This thought suddenly stopped him as he used his dynamic vision to try and see the situation of his opponent's serve.

"Gone?! Disappeared?!"

Sengoku's pupils contracted uncontrollably.

The tennis ball, which should have been revealed frame by frame in slow motion, had vanished from his field of vision. He looked around but couldn't see a trace of it.

If he hadn't been certain he heard the sound of the opponent hitting the ball, he would have even suspected that the opponent hadn't hit the serve at all.

Bang!

And just as he averted his gaze.

A pale yellow light suddenly burst forth in front of him without warning.

"15-0!"

"This serve... ugh!"

Sengoku frowned deeply.

He couldn't understand how tennis had actually disappeared from his sight.

"Is it because the serve was too fast?"

"No, that's not right! Even what others see as an afterimage can be detected by me. There's no possibility of losing the trajectory of the tennis ball due to excessive speed."

Sengoku felt heavy-hearted.

His nickname, "Lucky Thousand Stones," isn't simply due to good luck. It stems from his "Dynamic Vision," which allows him to clearly observe his opponents' actions and skillfully deflect their attacks each time.

When this happens frequently, others will see it as a sign of good luck.

But now.

His dynamic vision... has completely lost its function.

"What exactly did you do?"

Taking a deep breath, Sengoku asked the question that had been on his mind. But then he suddenly realized how foolish his question was.

In the midst of a duel, I was foolish enough to ask the other party about the secret of their ultimate move.

However, to Sengoku's surprise, Shibukawa smiled and said, "It's nothing, just a little trick. Besides, Sengoku, sometimes, trusting your eyes too much isn't a good thing."

"Hmm."

Sengoku's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

But then he suppressed his inner turmoil, his expression calmed down again, and his eyes sharpened as he looked at his opponent.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

just.

In the ensuing match, the tennis ball seemed to completely disappear from Sengoku's sight. It wasn't until Shibukawa took a 4-3 lead that Sengoku noticed the shadow of the tennis ball as the bright sunlight suddenly shone down from the clearing clouds.

Sphere shadow?

Sengoku stared intently at the ground.

He finally found a way to break the secret of the Sichuan project.

But the other person just laughed.

Under Sengoku's astonished gaze, when Shibukawa hit the ball next, it produced an abnormally harsh and piercing sound.

"What is this?!"

Then.

Sengoku then saw that the tennis ball had been scattered into five or six overlapping afterimages. He thought he was seeing things and shook his head vigorously, but found that the strange phenomenon still existed.

Bang!

The ghosting didn't disappear until the tennis ball hit the ground.

"Game!"

"Shibukawa, 5-3!"

The man on the high chair spoke loudly.

At this moment, his gaze towards Shibukawa became filled with utter awe. It was unimaginable that his opponent had managed to win five consecutive games and completely suppress Sengoku.

Sengoku was equally shocked.

"What exactly was that ball we just saw?"

He could no longer control his emotions and stared intently at his opponent, asking the question.

"Another simple technique."

Shibukawa laughed and said, "I told you, sometimes over-reliance on a certain ability can be fatal."

"Hmm."

This time, Sengoku did not refute it.

The opponent has proven this in two different ways.

"Your dynamic vision is indeed very impressive."

At this moment, Shibukawa spoke again. A playful smile appeared on his face, which had become handsome and cold due to the change in appearance: "But for me, there are at least three ways to break this."

Three types?

Sengoku's heart skipped a beat.

The other party had already used two different methods to render his dynamic vision ineffective. Is this the third method coming next?

Sengoku thought to himself.

At this moment, facing Shibukawa in front of him, he suddenly felt extremely unfamiliar.

In a daze.

The figure of the other person vaguely overlapped with that of Tezuka from Seigaku, Atobe from Hyotei, and Sanada, the "Tennis Emperor" from Rikkai.

Instantly.

An invisible sense of oppression quietly spread through his heart.