My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

"The match is over."

"Muromachi wins for the tenth time, with a score of 6-0!"

"Humph!"

However, Muromachi, who won the game, simply snorted and left the field.

"Good, very strong."

After watching the game, Zhi subconsciously touched his forehead, only to find that his palm was covered in sweat.

"Ah."

Inoue also said with a solemn expression, "Even Momoshiro and Kaidou of Seigaku might not be able to launch such an offensive."

The two Momoshiro and Kaidou he mentioned are currently the strongest members of the second-year junior high school team at Seigaku.

Thinking about it carefully, if Momoshiro were placed in the "group of death" in Seigaku's intra-school group stage, it would seem unbelievable.

The match is still ongoing.

After Muromachi and Nakamura's match, two more players took to the court. A fierce battle ensued, with one player emerging victorious after a full 40 minutes.

"too slow."

Zhi couldn't help but shake her head.

Having grown accustomed to Muromachi's fighting style, watching this duel between the two seemed perfectly standard, with no real flaws. However, Inoue's expression turned serious.

These two are definitely not ordinary players even in Seigaku. But when it came to Yamabuki, they couldn't even rank in the top three of their group.

"Is this still the Yamabuki I know?"

From the moment he entered Yamabuki until now, Inoue's mind has been filled with questions.

Soon, another match ended.

In Group A, it was finally Muromachi's turn to appear again. Upon hearing his name, both Inoue and Shiba became interested.

Nobody enjoys watching boring matches, and Muromachi's strength is definitely not weak. Now that it was their opponent's match, Inoue and his companion immediately rushed over.

"What happened?"

But when he saw Muromachi's appearance, Shiba frowned and said, "Senpai, I think his face looks even worse than before."

"It's very simple."

Before Inoue could speak, Sengoku reappeared beside them, a playful smile on his face: "Because he's met his nemesis."

"Next match in Group A."

"The tenth time in Muromachi I looked at the beginning of the month."

"Moon viewing?"

Upon hearing this name, Inoue's face showed doubt again: "Was there really such a person as Yamabuki?"

Inoue boasted of being familiar with the players in Tokyo and even the entire Kanto region. However, he couldn't recall finding any specific information about this person named Mizuki.

Before the match started, Inoue wouldn't have cared too much. But now, all the information suggests that this person named Mizuki is probably even stronger than Muromachi.

"The question is... just how strong can he be?"

Inoue frowned.

Shiba Saori began to appreciate Kanzuki's beauty.

Although her looks couldn't compare to Tezuka, Fuji, and others from Seigaku, in the context of Yamabuki, with Minami with her afro and Muromachi with his dark skin and sunglasses, Mizuki's appearance was undoubtedly very striking.

...

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, three minutes had passed.

Inoue finally understood why Muromachi's expression was so grim.

The referee, seated on a high chair, announced loudly, "Match over! Guan Yuechu wins! Score 6-1!"

"Gudu."

Upon hearing the score, Zhi, who had been admiring Guan Yue's looks, was suddenly jolted.

Muromachi, whose strength was comparable to Momoshiro's, was defeated in less than 15 minutes?!

Chapter 88 Another mysterious character, the web woven by Mizuki.

Muromachi lost.

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

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.

"Ah."

Inoue nodded emphatically.

Compared to the less experienced Shiba, he observed more carefully. Mizuki's tennis moves looked steady and unremarkable, yet 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 the style of play of Inui from Seigaku?"

"Correct."

Inoue nodded: "Kimi's tennis is based on the use of pre-existing data. By observing the opponent's moves, posture, and the direction and force of the shot, he can predict the opponent's attack route in advance."

"That's true."

Zhi nodded repeatedly.

Looking back now, she realizes that this is exactly how Mizuki 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 good data-driven player can greatly enhance their strength. But this Mizuki... well, like that Shibukawa, he just 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."

At that moment, 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 as one, 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 noticed 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.

"I'm coming!"

"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 Shiba were startled and followed their gaze. They saw a young man with gray-white hair that was swept back, fair skin, and a cold expression walking slowly towards them.

"Who is this?"

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

"Ah."

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."

“Kanjuu-zuki faced 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, "By voluntarily giving up the right to serve, it seems 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 this, I am more interested in Akutsu's strength."

As Inoue spoke with a smile, his gaze shifted to Mizuki: "And Mizuki, I'm very 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 in the game, and then looked at Mizuki on the left side of the court, saying, "Mitsuki serves, game over!"

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