My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Chapter 79 Breaking the Counter-Attack, Fuji's Shock

Bang!

The tennis ball hit the baseline.

After seeing the landing point clearly, Fuji's expression changed again.

Not only did his opponent return his "missing serve," but their control of the ball's landing point was also incredibly precise. This meant that the person in front of him was not in the game at all.

Tap tap!

Immediately, Fuji also began to take action.

Realizing his opponent was no ordinary player, he rallied, caught up with the tennis ball, and swung his racket lightly. Feeling the impact transmitted through the racket face as it touched his hand, Fuji's expression subtly changed.

"It didn't look like a very forceful strike, yet it's so heavy?"

but.

Fuji, being a genius, immediately spun his racket. By tilting the racket face, he artificially created friction on the tennis ball, thus reducing some of the force.

Whoosh!

Immediately, he gently pushed the tennis ball with his racket, sending it flying backwards. And the landing point was none other than Shibukawa's backhand.

"Oh?"

Sengoku, Kanzuki, and the others outside the stadium raised their eyebrows at the sight.

Mizuki clicked her tongue and said with a hint of amusement, "I didn't expect this genius from Seigaku to have such a strong personality."

"Um.

""

Sengoku nodded in agreement.

Beneath Fuji's seemingly amiable exterior lies a proud heart. Previously, neither Uesugi nor Muromachi had been able to put pressure on him.

But now, Shibukawa has broken Fuji's ultimate move with a single move, and even a clay figure would still have some temper.

Tap tap!

Unfortunately, Shibukawa is a man of few words and ruthless actions. The moment Fuji's counterattack arrived, he strode over with astonishing speed.

"It's a quick, controlled movement!"

Nan, Dongfang, and the others seemed to realize something and quickly came to their senses.

"Not taking small steps."

But Sengoku, who had seen the entire operation clearly, shook his head and said, "These are small, quick steps. Obviously, this guy has a deeper understanding of footwork."

"He's still too well-rounded."

Uesugi spoke with a wry smile.

He witnessed Shibukawa overtake him, and then, at an incomprehensible speed, leave almost all the Yamabuki members, including himself, far behind.

Originally, Shibukawa's physique wasn't strong enough, so he mainly trained his physical fitness. Later, his technique wasn't good enough, so he started to improve his playing style by strengthening various ball skills.

Now, even the most difficult footwork in tennis has been mastered by Shibukawa.

Uesugi couldn't figure out what other weaknesses the opponent might have.

Bang!

on the field.

Shibukawa's return shot landed precisely near Fuji's right baseline. The precise control of the shot put Fuji, who was moving quickly towards the basket, instinctively feeling the pressure.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In the blink of an eye.

The two then exchanged blows for seven or eight rounds.

Fuji's mindset shifted from initial surprise to a state where he dared not be careless in the slightest. If he ignored the other party's appearance and attire, he even felt as if he were facing off against the same person he had faced a year and a half ago.

Do not!

It's even stronger than the original hand-held game!

Fuji remembered clearly that his opponent was injured and unable to unleash his full strength. As for Fuji himself, he had already fought and fought as hard as he could to win.

The familiar sense of oppression returned, and there were signs that the dormant emotions in Fuji's heart were about to be awakened.

Bang!

And this time.

A sharp, dagger-like strike landed precisely on the side, and bounced out of Fuji's face as Fuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

fast!

quasi!

ruthless!

The two players had engaged in more than twenty high-level exchanges, yet the opponent's hitting ability remained unaffected.

"It seems we've encountered no ordinary enemy this time!"

Fuji took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Bang!

soon.

Fuji serves again.

But this time, he served a relatively ordinary serve.

"It's nothing special."

"It definitely doesn't have the same visual impact as before."

"But this is the real showdown."

The ordinary team members felt that Fuji seemed to be showing weakness, but Sengoku, Uesugi and others knew very well that this genius of Seigaku had obviously switched to serious mode.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

really.

When Fuji returned the ball, he tried to make the landing point as deep as possible, and every ball was hit close to the sideline, which looked quite frightening.

"It's that kind of shot again!"

Seeing Fuji's shot that went to the edge of the box, Muromachi instinctively shuddered. He had just been completely dominated by his opponent, without any strength to fight back.

"Is my brother... serious?"

Yuta looked thoughtful.

From childhood to adulthood, Fuji has always been the role model his parents used to educate him. Fuji can do everything very well, leaving no room for criticism.

This is how learning works.

This is how it is when doing housework.

Even in tennis, he's no exception. Fuji has exceptional talent; he learns almost anything instantly and is always seen as the most dazzling genius.

Yuta himself lived beside this dazzling star for a full twelve years. Its brilliance was so overwhelming that he had to leave its gravitational pull in order to obtain the life he desired.

At this moment, Fuji was clearly serious. And his opponents, generally speaking, would be engulfed by that blazing light.

"However, that's Minister Shimonoseki!"

Yuta turned his gaze to the black-haired boy on the court who was fiercely battling Fuji and holding his own.

He also wanted to know whether his brother, the epitome of "invincibility" in his heart, would win, or whether the other boy, who had changed the course of his life and was himself a symbol of "miracle," would emerge victorious.

Bang!

On the court, Shechuan rallied the ball with a backhand stroke.

Tap tap!

Fuji strode forward, and almost as soon as he reached the tennis ball, he drew his racket. With a thud, he returned the opponent's fierce attack.

Bang!

However, for Shibukawa, whose footwork was already masterful, he caught up almost half a step ahead, and then delivered a quick forehand smash.

Meanwhile, Fuji on the opposite side also ran towards the tennis ball, not to be outdone, and the distance between the two players and the ball visibly shortened.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The fierce confrontation continued.

The two players attacked at an increasingly rapid pace. The end result was that some people couldn't even see the trajectory of the tennis ball clearly.

"Glug."

Seeing this, someone instinctively asked, "Are these two really middle school students like us?"

"Wow, that's strong!"

"The minister is one thing, but Fuji's strength has also reached such an astonishing level!"

This match almost shattered the Yamabuki team's understanding of competition. In their memory, only the duel between Shibukawa and Akutsu a month ago could barely be compared to this match.

Fuji's playing style is too flashy.

Each shot was like a painter creating a masterpiece; the racket swing was as if a brush were being wielded. The trajectory of the tennis balls was incredibly beautiful, making it impossible not to cheer and applaud him, even if you were on the opposing team!

In contrast, Shibukawa is like a ruthless tennis machine. His ball control is incredibly precise, his shot speed is fast, and his footwork is equally astonishing. Even if his shots aren't the most visually appealing, his decisive and swift style is like a sharp sword—clean, crisp, and full of sharpness.

"This person...is incredibly strong!"

To outsiders, it might seem that he and his opponent were evenly matched, but Fuji knew very well that he was the one who was at a disadvantage.

As the competition progressed, Fuji's playing style gradually shifted from flashy to simple. By removing those unnecessary fancy moves, he became more similar to Shibukawa's style of play.

This actually shows that Fuji can no longer maintain his own style and has been forced into the opponent's rhythm.

Bang!

Suddenly.

Another ball landed.

Shibukawa's shots were very close to the sideline. Although they didn't quite reach the point where they landed on the boundary line, the sheer number of these shots made Fuji feel breathless.

Snapped!

Sudden.

When Fuji caught the ball, he seemed to be distracted and accidentally hit the ball high.

"A great opportunity!"

Seeing Fuji's mistake, the Yamabuki team members immediately perked up. Shibukawa, without hesitation, immediately got up and leaped into the air.

Judging from his expression, he was clearly going to smash the ball.

"Great, let's just get those points cleanly and efficiently!"

Someone shouted.

"It's not that simple."

However, former department head Uesugi, standing in the crowd, secretly shook his head. Others might not know, but how could he not know how strong Fuji was?

In that match, he suffered greatly from his opponent's spikes and counter-attacks.

"wrong!"

At the same time, Nan realized what was happening and blurted out instinctively, "That wasn't a mistake, it was played on purpose."

Swish!

Upon hearing this, the rest of the Yamabuki regulars, including some second- and third-year representatives, all seemed to realize something and their expressions changed.

"It's the bear retaliating!"

Dongfang lowered his voice and said, "Back in the semifinals of the tournament, Captain Uesugi was completely defeated because his smashes were broken repeatedly!"

"The bear retaliates?"

Upon hearing this, Kanzuki, who was still pondering Fuji's purpose, suddenly brightened up. He subconsciously glanced at Sengoku beside him and saw that the other was also looking at him.

Unlike the others, the first thing that came to their minds was yesterday afternoon's two-on-one duel.

"so..

""

"This is going to be interesting."

Instantly.

Their gazes fell on Shibukawa.

They knew very well that Shibukawa, who also possessed the formidable "Giant Bear Counter" smash technique, would not fall for their trick.

The remaining question is how the opponent will counter this move.

"Fuji".

Meanwhile, Shibukawa, who was making a smash in mid-air, looked at Fuji, who was calm and collected below the court, and thought to himself, "Let me give you a taste of what it feels like to be helpless against a smash."

boom!

With that thought, Shibukawa suddenly smashed the tennis ball down.

"It's over!"

"Minister Shibukawa genuinely hadn't seen that match; he has no idea that it's impossible to hit a smash against Fuji!"

The Yamabuki members groaned inwardly.

On one side of the court, after seeing Shibukawa's spike, a glint of light flashed in Fuji's eyes. Then, he turned around and crouched down, his hands opening rapidly like a bird spreading its wings, revealing the [Giant Bear Counterattack] move.

Snapped!

however.

The feeling of the racket bearing the impact of a smash, which Fuji had imagined, did not come.

"That is?"

"How is that possible?!"

In contrast, the other Yamabuki team members watched Shibukawa's spike as if they had seen a ghost.

"Touching the internet?!"

Uesugi's pupils contracted.

At this moment, what he saw reflected in his eyes was the image of Shechuan's fierce smash, which slammed straight into the white rope of the barrier net.

Because of the angle of deflection, and the sudden decrease in speed after the tennis ball hit the net, the angle at which it bounced off the ground just missed Fuji's swing.

Although the ball and racket passed through the same place, they were hit at different times.

rustle...

Fuji, still in the receiving position, looked down at the tennis ball rolling in front of him, and his expression, which had always maintained a gentle smile, froze.

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"game!"

At that moment, the referee, seated on a high chair, announced loudly, "Shibukawa, 0-1, switch positions!"

"So, it turns out that's how it is..."

""

Yuta's face was filled with shock amidst the crowd.

He knew the power of his brother's special move. After all, Fuji had already created this technique when he was in sixth grade, a skill that could guarantee a 100% chance of smashing the opponent back.

From then until Yuta left Seigaku, he watched Fuji play many matches. But without exception, his opponents either dared not smash, or after they did smash, Fuji ruthlessly countered.

He remembered clearly the confident and arrogant expressions on those people's faces before their smashes, and the helplessness he felt after his smashes were countered, as he could only watch the tennis ball fly over his head, unable to do anything about it.

however.

This powerful move was countered head-on by Shibukawa.

This also gave Yuta a strong thought: "Just how strong is the minister?!"

"Wow! Yumi-nee, did you see that?"

Outside the court, Yuki was so excited she almost screamed. "That's amazing! Shin actually used that method to break through the opponent's ultimate move!"

"Um.

""

Yumi nodded, equally astonished.

Whether it's the ball control ability that Shechuan displayed in this match, or the way he accurately calculated the opponent's psychology and perfectly countered the opponent's signature move when he spiked, these are things that ordinary junior high school students or even high school students cannot do.

"If I remember correctly, Shin has only been seriously practicing tennis for about four months. His talent... well, maybe he really can reach his father's level!"

Shibukawa's behavior made Yumi even more determined to bring him back.

Because if she were to pursue tennis, she could offer Shibukawa virtually no help. Her father, Shibukawa's maternal grandfather, the man who once dominated Japanese tennis, was the most suitable mentor for Shibukawa in the sport.

"The second game."

"Shechuan serves, game over!"

Soon after the two players switched positions, the referee checked their status and then focused his attention on Shechuan.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

The latter symbolically patted the tennis ball, looked up at Fuji on the other side: "Fuji-kun, I think as the number 2 person in Seigaku, you must have mastered more than just the [Giant Bear Counter], right?"

Ok?

Upon hearing this...

Fuji raised his eyebrows slightly.

The Yamabuki members around him all looked at him curiously. Judging from Shibukawa's words, this Seigaku genius who had just been tricked hadn't used his full strength.

"How is this possible?"

Uesugi frowned.

If it were really like what Shibukawa Saku said, then in that singles match half a year ago, he and Fuji could never have reached a score of 4-6.

The person who could speak was Shibukawa.

Uesugi had very mixed feelings about the person who had personally removed him from his position as minister. But deep down, he didn't believe that the other person would lie about something like this.

in other words.

The Fuji before us may indeed possess other hidden techniques. Moreover, they are likely even more powerful than [Giant Bear Counterattack]!