My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Chapter 88 Another mysterious character, the web woven by Mizuki

Muromachi lost.

Moreover, they lost the game by a huge margin, 1 to 6.

If Inoue and Shiba hadn't witnessed Muromachi's dominance in previous matches, they would have thought he was just an ordinary player based solely on the score.

"This person is amazing!"

Zhi's gaze fell on Guan Yue.

Throughout the match, the opponent maintained a calm and composed demeanor. Even when Muromachi unleashed his full power, he only managed to win one game.

"Um.

""

Inoue nodded emphatically.

Compared to the less experienced Shiba, he observed more carefully. Mizuki's tennis moves looked steady and unremarkable, but she always managed to seize the initiative.

With each shot, Muromachi seemed to be locked down, his movements a beat slower than usual. Mizuki seized the opportunity to attack and score points.

"If I'm not mistaken, this Mizuki tennis is probably the data stream type."

"Data tennis? Isn't that Inui's style of play from Seigaku?"

"right."

Inoue nodded: "Inui-kun's tennis relies on pre-existing data. By observing the opponent's movements, posture, and the direction and force of their shots, he can predict their attack route in advance."

"That's true."

Zhi nodded repeatedly.

Looking back now, she realizes that this is exactly how Mizuki had suppressed Muromachi.

"A data-driven player."

Inoue stroked his chin, looking thoughtful.

Based on his experience observing junior high school tennis over the years, teams with players who excel at statistical analysis tend to be stronger than other teams.

"A skilled data-driven player can significantly boost an opponent's performance. But this Mizuki... well, like that Shibukawa, seems to have appeared out of nowhere."

Inoue shook his head inwardly.

The Yamabuki team in front of him was completely different from the team he remembered that had reached the semi-finals of the Tokyo International Tournament and been eliminated in the first round of the Kanto Tournament.

"Oh, right."

Then, as if remembering something, Shizuka suddenly spoke up: "If I remember correctly, Sengoku just said that Muromachi is only ranked third in this group. This guy named Mizuki counts, so who is the other one?"

Inoue thought for a moment and said, "It's probably that mysterious minister, Shibukawa, or the deputy minister, Minami."

"Huh?"

Just as he was pondering the problem, Zhi, who was standing next to him, seemed to have discovered something and exclaimed in surprise, "Strange, Mizuki clearly won the match, but he doesn't seem very happy."

Ok?

Inoue turned his head to look upon hearing this.

Sure enough, Mizuki, who had won the game 6-1, walked to the sidelines with a sullen face and closed his eyes.

What is this?

Trying to act aloof?

Both of them were a little confused.

"They're here! They're here!"

"It's Akutsu! He's finally here!"

"I wonder if Mizuki's data tennis will be useful for Akutsu."

"What a joke! Akutsu defeated Sengoku. Mizuki can't even beat Sengoku, how could he possibly be a match for Akutsu!"

Everyone's eyes turned to a certain direction.

Inoue and Shizuka's hearts skipped a beat, and they followed their gaze. They saw a person with gray-white hair swept back, fair skin...

A stern-faced young man walked slowly towards them.

"Who is this?"

"Akuzu? Defeated Sengoku? How is that possible?!"

The two were filled with questions.

Before we could even figure out Mizuki's identity, a strange young man has appeared who is rumored to be even stronger than Mizuki and Sengoku.

This year's Yamabuki is really acting strangely.

Even the rational Inoue had the illusion that he wasn't in Yamabuki, but in Hyotei or even Rikkai University Affiliated High School in Kanagawa.

"Inoue-senpai."

Shiba, who had been admiring Akutsu's good looks, was suddenly struck by his sharp gaze and instinctively grabbed Inoue's clothes: "This person's eyes... are terrifying!"

"Um."

Inoue nodded slightly, his expression turning serious.

To assess a person's strength, one can start by observing their aura. True masters, through rigorous training or winning matches, subtly cultivate a certain aura.

The boy named Akutsu in front of Inoue made a very deep impression on him.

Just one glance.

He could then be certain that the other party was indeed a master.

"Next match in Group A."

"Kanjuchi's match against Akutsu Jin."

Soon, another match ended. The referee, seated on his high chair, glanced at the match roster and announced in a loud voice.

Swish!

The words fell.

Mizuki, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them. Her sharp gaze locked onto Akutsu.

The latter scoffed dismissively, showing no intention of coming up to the net to guess who would serve.

"What's this?"

Zhi looked bewildered.

Inoue explained with a smile, "He voluntarily gave up the right to serve, which shows that he is quite confident in his abilities."

"Why do all the members of Yamabuki have this kind of personality?"

Zhi was somewhat speechless.

Muromachi struck her as arrogant, and Mizuki was equally pretentious. But when they arrived in Akutsu, their arrogant nature became even more undisguised.

"Even the best have a temper."

Inoue smiled noncommittally.

In his view, geniuses are inherently different from ordinary people. It's normal to be arrogant when you're stronger. He's even seen guys who were more unruly and completely disregarded others.

"Compared to that, I'm more interested in Akutsu's strength."

As Inoue spoke with a smile, his gaze shifted to Mizuki: "And Mizuki, I'm curious how he would handle this situation, given his personality."

"The match begins, one game to decide the winner."

The referee, seated on his high chair, glanced at the two players, confirming they were engaged in the match, and then looked at Mizuki on the left side of the court, announcing, "Mitsuki serves, game over!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

The words fell.

As Mizuki bent down and gently tapped the tennis ball, trying to find his feel for the ball, he was also observing Akutsu's positioning. The distribution of the opponent's feet relative to the baseline and whether he was in the zone would determine Mizuki's serving strategy.

"really."

Turning her gaze away, a cold glint flashed in Guan Yue's eyes: "You're as arrogant as ever. In that case, I won't hold back."

Bang!

immediately.

Mizuki hit the tennis ball.

"Um?

'

Akutsu raised an eyebrow as he watched the tennis ball fly straight toward his backhand side. He had a vague feeling of unease.

Snapped!

The discomfort intensified to its peak as the tennis ball landed. But Akutsu reacted quickly, and even with an awkward movement, he still managed to return the ball swiftly.

"As expected of Akutsu."

Just then, Sengoku's voice rang out from beside Inoue and Shiba: "Even with that awkward stance, he still managed to return the ball."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Inoue's expression changed drastically.

Zhi asked, puzzled, "What's wrong, senior?"

"Hmm."

Inoue watched as Mizuki caught up with the tennis ball on the court and quickly countered, and said in a deep voice, "Data-driven players know their opponents' weakest shots because they have information about them. These shots are related to each person's height, weight, and hitting habits."

"Different people, due to differences in height and arm length, will have completely different feelings when returning a ball with the same speed, force, and landing point."

"Once your opponents know which playing style you're not good at, it's basically like a significant portion of your ability is being sealed away."

"But, however..."

'

Hearing Inoue's words, Shiba looked puzzled and said, "I feel like Akutsu's return shot is very fast, it doesn't look like the ball's trajectory is blocked at all."

"This just proves how strong he is."

Inoue took a deep breath and turned his gaze back to the court. He saw Mizuki using her superb skills to continuously hit the tennis ball to both sides, while Akutsu was forced to run left and right.

"That's a tough nut to crack."

Mizuki kept firing, but Akutsu's counter-attack speed didn't slow down at all. If Mizuki didn't know that every ball he threw landed in a position that his opponent was least comfortable with, he might have even doubted whether he was making a mistake.

And just then...

Mizuki hit the tennis ball towards Akutsu's backhand, and taking advantage of the opponent's awkward posture to return the ball, she decisively slashed the ball down with her racket, and with a snap, hit a beautiful short ball.

"That's amazing!"

Zhi was filled with surprise.

Inoue nodded repeatedly: "That was indeed an excellent short ball, and now... um?!"

However, before he could finish speaking, a figure leaped forward. It was none other than Akutsu, with his cold and stern gaze. He had actually managed to return the tennis ball before it bounced twice.

"They actually caught up?"

"Wow, this person is incredibly fast!"

Swish!

But the next moment.

Guan Yue leaped into the air.

He anticipated Akutsu's move the instant he hit the short ball. This smash was his true killing move!

boom!

A loud bang.

The tennis ball slammed down.

Having witnessed firsthand Akutsu's powerful counterattack against Sengoku's spike, Mizuki naturally wouldn't give him a chance. The spike landed precisely behind Akutsu, near the baseline.

"15-0!"

The referee on the high chair spoke.

A burst of enthusiastic cheers immediately erupted at the scene.

"Wow, that's amazing."

Even after just the first point, Zhi was already dumbfounded.

"yes."

Inoue's eyes were filled with disbelief.

That third-year student named Mizuki, from the initial serve, to the mid-to-late game tug-of-war, and then to the short ball and the fatal smash just now.

Every action was clearly well-thought-out and methodical, as if it were a scripted performance that had been rehearsed countless times beforehand.

"Mitsuki is amazing!"

"Yes, he even saw through Akutsu's actions completely!"

"Do you think it's possible for Mizuki to defeat Akutsu and become the only undefeated person in Group A this time?"

The players outside the stadium were whispering among themselves.

That's right, Akutsu is very strong, but Mizuki is no weakling either. Moreover, since Shibukawa reformed Yamabuki's training methods, there has never been a shortage of regular players being defeated.

Yuta, Muromachi, Higashikata, Niito, and others were all repeatedly defeated by their opponents. This was one of the motivations for many second and third-year students to train hard.

With enough effort, it's possible to defeat others and earn a spot on the main team.

After scoring a point, Mizuki continued to play steadily. He didn't over-attack, afraid of provoking Akutsu and causing her to explode.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Guan Yue calmly hit the tennis ball, and the trajectory of the ball was like a series of silk threads, weaving a net that was difficult to see with the naked eye on the court.

Just like a spider hunting, it doesn't rush to kill its prey. Instead, it uses the stickiness of its web to gradually wear down the prey's strength.

Only when the prey is exhausted will it slowly crawl over and devour it bit by bit.

Bang!

"30-0!"

'

Bang!

"40-0!"

Bang!

'

Game!

"Moon Viewer, 1-0, switch positions!"

The first game lasted nearly 6 minutes.

Although the time wasn't particularly fast, Mizuki didn't allow his opponent to score a single point. It can be said that his tactics were successful; that moderately forceful tennis ball effectively locked down Akutsu's movements.

"Speaking of which, Sengoku-kun..."

At this moment, Zhi, standing outside the stadium, asked curiously, "Who do you think will win between the two of them?"

Inoue also turned to look.

Based on the information available, one of the two people in front of him was a defeated opponent of Sengoku, while the other had defeated him.

But in reality, Mizuki had the upper hand, while Akutsu was completely contained.

"There is a restraint between different playing styles."

Inoue thought to himself, "Just because Akutsu defeated Sengoku doesn't necessarily mean he can suppress Mizuki. If the latter's tennis style happens to counter it, he might indeed be able to turn the tables."

"Who is stronger?"

Sengoku smiled upon hearing Shiba's question.

Without the slightest hesitation, he replied, "Of course, it's Akutsu!"

"But..

'

"You mean to say that Mizuki has the upper hand now, right?"

Sengoku smiled slightly.

Zhi blushed, realizing her thoughts had been read, and then stammered, "Isn't...isn't that wrong?"

"Kanzuki's data tennis is indeed very strong. He has even mastered Akutsu's playing habits and characteristics to a great extent."

Watching the two exchange positions, Sengoku shook his head and said, "But no one is static. If Mizuki has the data, he can indeed gradually lock down his opponent's actions through meticulous planning."

The problem now is...

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"Is the data that Mizuki possesses still applicable to Akutsu now?"

"I see."

Hearing this, Inoue took a breath and nodded slightly, saying, "It's what you call 'timeliness,' right?"

boom!

at the same time.

The two players resumed their battle on the court.

Akutsu, taking advantage of her serve, launched an attack right from the start. Mizuki reacted calmly, not rushing to counterattack, but patiently responding.

Akutsu's attacks were like raging fire, while Mizuki's responses were like gentle water. Akutsu's tennis balls were like sharp spears thrusting out, but Mizuki's responses were like cotton balls; even if they hit the target, they couldn't solve the problem at all.

soon.

A dense net, woven with tennis ball trajectories invisible to the naked eye, is formed once more.

"Let's end this game according to my script."

Mizuki patiently made her move; the moment Akutsu lost his temper would be the moment for Mizuki to retaliate.

boom!

Can be sudden.

Akutsu exerted force without warning, and the powerful blow knocked the racket out of Mizuki's hand.

"15-0!"

The referee's voice rang out.

From the perspectives of Sengoku, Inoue, and others, it was as if they heard a tearing sound, and Mizuki's carefully woven net was instantly violently ripped apart.

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