My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Chapter 90 The Gathering of Momentum, the Unfathomable Abyss of Chuanchuan

boom!

The tennis ball lands on the ground.

The dust on the ground was instantly whipped up and flew everywhere.

The tennis ball, still flying with momentum, slammed into the wire mesh with a loud thud.

"0-15!"

"It's Dongfang, sitting on the high chair," he said loudly.

"call...

On the left side of the court, Sengoku exhaled a sigh of relief and shook his head helplessly: "As expected, there's absolutely no chance of winning against you in a long rally."

"That's normal."

Shibukawa, who scored a point, laughed and said, "You're not good at taking many shots, so what you did just now was a test. You've probably already gotten what you wanted."

"No, not good at taking many photos?"

Upon hearing this...

The Yamabuki players on the sidelines looked perfectly normal.

Inoue glanced at Shibukawa as if he'd seen a ghost, then looked at Sengoku. He'd just witnessed firsthand how Sengoku's consecutive rallies were increasingly fierce. If this level of competition wasn't impressive, then what constituted a powerful long rally?

With the speed and power of Sengoku's shot, most players probably wouldn't even be able to withstand the first three shots.

"You're right."

Sengoku laughed.

He looked at Shibukawa across from him and said solemnly, "I will do my best from now on, so don't be careless... Well, whether I can even force you to take that thing off is another question."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Yamabuki group changed.

Inoue and Shiba, being outsiders, were completely confused.

"That thing?"

"What on earth is he saying, all this mystery..."

'

boom!

Sengoku served quickly.

After nearly half a year of boxing training, his muscles have become even stronger, and his power and explosiveness are far beyond what they used to be.

If Muromachi's serve is like a "pistol bullet," then Sengoku's violent serve is as terrifying as a "sniper bullet."

Boom!

The tennis ball lands on the ground.

The dust on the ground was immediately blasted into flying all directions.

Minami and Shintomi, sitting outside the stadium, had slight changes in expression, while Dongfang, who was sitting on a high chair and could see more clearly, had his pupils contract sharply.

That serve was too fast!

Moreover, the force contained within would likely send the racket flying if he tried to return it with one hand. Only by holding the racket with both hands could he withstand that powerful impact.

The problem is that this is a serve.

In a rush, it's already quite an achievement to catch up with the tennis ball and return the shot before it flies out. Swinging with both hands is certainly more stable, but the reaction is also slower, and you can't even touch the tennis ball.

in other words.

This serve is unsolvable for them.

Bang!

But then, a crisp sound of the ball being struck rang out.

Everyone looked up in unison, only to see that Shibukawa had somehow moved to the vicinity of the tennis ball's landing point. And the racket he swung out of his hand steadily intercepted the tennis ball.

No matter how the tennis ball hit, Shibukawa's hand holding the racket, including the racket itself, remained completely still.

"That... blocked it?"

Zhi's eyes were filled with shock.

As an outsider, she hadn't even seen the trajectory of Sengoku's serve before Shibukawa had already returned it. Wasn't his reaction speed just too fast?

"sharp."

Inoue sighed inwardly.

This is the level of top players. A shot that others might struggle to block even with their full effort, they can block with a casual flick of their wrist.

"It's my problem."

Suddenly, Inoue laughed: "If we don't treat this match as an ordinary intra-school duel, but as a match between top players, or even a national tournament-level duel, it would make a lot more sense."

"A national tournament-level showdown? Yamabuki?"

Shizuka's eyes widened in disbelief. She remembered clearly that last year's Yamabuki team wasn't even considered a second-rate national team.

"Just watch."

Inoue didn't explain, but instead turned to look at the two players on the court, locked in a fierce battle: "Facts will prove it."

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boom!

Facing Shibukawa's counterattack, Sengoku didn't hold back and delivered another powerful smash. The trajectory wasn't particularly tricky, but its power and weight were so great that the dust kicked up when the tennis ball hit the ground was enough to make many people gasp in surprise.

"The strength is good, but it's too naive."

Almost simultaneously, Shibukawa's voice rang out. Then, with a thud, he intercepted Sengoku's powerful shot once again.

"Your time is running out."

Shibukawa raised his eyes and looked calmly at Sengoku opposite him: "The explosive style of play wins in the first few points. If you drag it out, once your momentum is lost, you're finished."

"That's right, so..."

'

Tap tap!

As Sengoku spoke, he sprinted towards the tennis ball, his powerful strides causing many players known for their speed to change their expressions.

When he caught up with the tennis ball, he raised his racket high, stretched his right shoulder back, and used the power from his feet, hips, waist, and shoulders in succession, linking together like a chain, and finally the power gathered in his right hand that had finished gathering power.

"Break for me!"

With a roar, Sengoku swung his racket fiercely.

boom!

In an instant.

It was accompanied by a deafening explosion.

The surrounding spectators seemed to hear a tiger's roar, their bodies instinctively trembling. The tennis ball that Sengoku hit traced a sharp trajectory and slammed into the inside of the baseline with a thud.

"15-15!"

Dongfang immediately spoke, and his gaze toward Qianshi suddenly held a hint of awe.

too strong!

The destructive power of this ball is such that even if he held the racket with both hands, he might not be able to stop it.

"That's interesting."

A look of surprise flashed in Shechuan's eyes.

Although he hadn't personally witnessed the Ishida brothers' Hadou Ball after transmigrating, based on his current understanding and knowledge of the original Hadou Ball, Sengoku's powerful attack was likely at the level of a beginner Hadou Ball.

Furthermore, Sengoku's style emphasizes explosive power rather than simply building up momentum. It's like boxing versus sumo wrestling; the former focuses on explosive power, while the latter relies on sheer size.

It's clear that after more than half a year of hard training, Sengoku has begun to find his own path.

"Well played."

After a moment's thought, Shibukawa smiled and commented, "However, that last shot probably didn't represent the full extent of your ability, did it?"

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

Sengoku sighed, but then raised his racket, his eyes sharp, and said, "If you want me to reveal all my cards, it depends on whether you want to play seriously with me."

Upon hearing this, the Yamabuki members remained calm, as if Sengoku had said something utterly ordinary. But to Inoue and Shiba, it sounded utterly absurd.

Sengoku clearly had the upper hand; his violent strike was exceptionally fierce. Logically, Shibukawa should have been cautiously responding, but instead, Sengoku acted as if facing a formidable enemy.

Abnormal!

This match was suspiciously unusual!

boom!

At this time.

Sengoku serves again.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and chose to launch a full-scale attack online.

"Serve and volley? Wait... this speed?!"

Inoue's pupils contracted slightly.

Sengoku's actions were too swift, like a tiger descending a mountain, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression.

boom!

boom!

boom!

soon.

The two then exchanged blows for several rounds.

Sengoku had already closed in on the net, facing Shibukawa's return shot. He used the same tactic again, unleashing all his power to smash the ball.

boom!

The tennis ball shot out like a cannonball in an instant.

"This, this ball?!"

Inoue's pupils suddenly contracted.

Based on his experience, it wasn't hard to tell that the power of this ball was definitely top-tier even on a national scale. In Inoue's memory, perhaps only Sanada Genichiro, one of Rikkai's three giants, could match it during last year's national tournament with his "Aggression Like Fire."

Of course, that was Inoue's observation from last year. With Sanada's talent, it's impossible for him to stagnate. But even so, this ball is definitely not something that an ordinary Kanto-level player, or even a typical national-level player, could block.

"That Sengoku guy is trying to intimidate people with his power."

Mizuki, standing beside them, looked on with amusement. Akutsu, not far away, merely glanced at the ball before looking away, resuming his indifferent demeanor.

Bang!

next moment.

A crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground rang out.

With a single hand, Shibukawa intercepted Sengoku's Tiger Claw Smash. The powerful shot seemed to have hit a thick wall, failing to create the slightest ripple.

Chi!

In the blink of an eye.

The tennis ball was shot back.

He narrowly missed Sengoku, who had just jumped and was about to strike, before he even landed.

Boom!

Then, the dull thud of a tennis ball hitting the ground rang out. Dongfang, seated on the high chair, took a light breath and said calmly, "15—"

30.

"You...you just fought back like that?"

Zhi subconsciously swallowed.

The man next to him had a complex expression, because when Shibukawa returned the shot, he was clearly holding the racket with one hand. His upright figure seemed as steady as if he were rooted to the ground.

Only now did Inoue understand why Sengoku had said those things. It now seemed like a challenge from him.

Judging from the outcome of this ball, Sengoku's challenge failed. Considering the reactions of those around him, it's clear they already knew this would happen.

"I knew it would turn out like this."

Sengoku sighed after being decisively defeated. But he didn't complain. Instead, he looked up at his opponent, and at that moment, his aura subtly changed.

"I was planning to surprise you with this trick after you removed that thing. But now it seems that if I keep hiding it, I'll only fail even faster."

As if he had made up his mind, the suppressed aura emanating from Sengoku became even more concentrated.

call!

immediately.

Sengoku tossed the tennis ball up and swung his racket to smash it against the other side.

This time, however, he didn't launch a strong attack online. Instead, he held firm to his bottom line and started another fierce long-range battle with Shechuan.

boom!

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

The tennis ball flew back and forth.

Sengoku's strength continued to increase. At the same time, the oppressive aura emanating from him became increasingly condensed, causing Nan, Dongfang, and the others to instinctively frown after sensing it.

"What exactly is he trying to do?"

Zhi opened her eyes wide, her face full of curiosity.

Inoue, however, had a deep frown on his face. At this moment, he had to concentrate fully to keep up with the two's movements. He simply didn't have time to think about anything else.

"Has this guy... gone this far?"

Standing beside the two, Kanzuki's expression gradually darkened, his gaze fixed on Sengoku. He could see clearly that with each shot Sengoku made, his aura grew stronger.

It is clear.

The other party is using Shibukawa as a whetstone. They want to use the pressure from the other party to temper themselves in order to break through their own limits.

After six months of intensive training, Sengoku's strength had reached a considerable level. What he lacked was a duel against a truly formidable opponent.

Once he takes that step, his strength will increase dramatically.

Shechuan is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

As the captain of the Yamabuki club, Shibukawa naturally saw this very clearly. Moreover, in the original work, almost all the top-talented players broke through in actual combat, mastering new abilities or skills.

Therefore, he was also waiting, waiting for Sengoku's own aura to condense.

As the exchanges continued, the opponent's touch became increasingly hot, and his fighting spirit and will to fight were like fuel being added to a furnace. The furnace temperature continued to rise, getting closer and closer to the critical value of breaking the limit.

"Get over here!"

Suddenly.

Qian Shi took a step forward, his aura condensed to its extreme. Suddenly, it transformed into a fierce, flame-like aura, radiating an aura that kept strangers at bay.

In a daze.

Everyone seemed to see a striped tiger emerge from its cage, raise its head, open its mouth, and let out a terrifying roar.

boom!

A loud bang.

The tennis ball, like a red-hot cannonball, hurtled towards Shibukawa on the other side.

"That shot... was amazing!!"

Yuta, Muromachi, Minami, and the others outside the arena clenched their fists. Under this heavy and fierce aura, they instinctively had the illusion of being targeted by a wild beast, and cold sweat dripped down their backs.

"Finally, we've broken through."

Despite feeling the scorching heat wave rushing towards him, Shibukawa showed no panic; instead, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

After all, the other party is an A+ level genius.

After this period of accumulation, his strength had reached the edge of the national level. And now, Qian Shi is as fierce as a tiger, clearly having crossed that barrier.

And the power of this ball is incomparable to that of an ordinary wave ball.

"So... what will he do?"

at the same time.

All eyes were fixed on Shechuan.

Inoue, in particular, was eager to see how Shibukawa would respond to Sengoku's powerful smash. This was a near-national-level top-tier skill; even Sanada and Atobe from last year, in his memory, would not have been able to ignore it.

Bang!

however.

Shibukawa simply swung his racket calmly, as if he were doing something completely ordinary.

"That... blocked it?!"

Zhi instinctively opened her mouth wide.

Inoue also looked completely incredulous.

Boom!

Then.

A cloud of yellowish-brown dust billowed up behind Qian Shi, creating a striking contrast with his fierce and violent aura.

1. 15-40...

'

The vast stadium fell silent.

A moment later, Sengoku seemed to snap out of his daze and walked to the other side of the court, bending down to hit a tennis ball. It was as if nothing had happened.

boom!

finally.

Fifteen minutes into the match, with Shibukawa's lightning-fast backswing, the tennis ball transformed into a sharp arc, easily tearing through Sengoku's defense.

"The match is over."

After confirming the ball landed within the penalty area, Dongfang took a deep breath and announced loudly, "Shibukawa Shin wins! Score... 6-0!"

"Glug."

Outside the stadium, Inoue, who considered himself knowledgeable and worldly-wise, subconsciously swallowed.

He looked up at the side of the court, where a calm-looking, black-haired boy, not even a drop of sweat on his face, had eyes full of awe.

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