My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

When Shibukawa defeated Uesugi and forcefully secured the position of department head, many people were dissatisfied. They believed that Sengoku was the one who could stop Shibukawa.

However, such claims have completely disappeared over the past six months.

The focus of the discussion has shifted from who is stronger between the two to how many points Sengoku can beat Shibukawa.

That's right.

It's the number of balls, not the number of games.

Because they remembered very clearly that Akutsu had defeated Sengoku, while Shibukawa had forcefully suppressed this unruly tennis prodigy.

Many people believe that if Sengoku scores one goal, it's not a loss; if he scores two goals, he wins; and if he scores three goals, it's something to be proud of.

pat!

A moment later, when the two sides were guessing who would win the ball, the racket, after spinning, fell to the ground with the letter facing up.

"hey-hey."

Sengoku bent down to pick up the racket, grinned, and said, "Looks like my luck is as good as usual today."

He showed no fear when facing Shechuan.

Of course, they actually knew they couldn't win no matter what, so they just went for it. Since there was no pressure to lose, Sengoku went all out.

Do whatever makes you happy.

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

A moment later, Dongfang, sitting on the high chair, announced loudly, "Qian Shi serves, game over!"

call!

Without any hesitation, Sengoku smashed the tennis ball over.

"what?"

Seeing this, Inoue was somewhat surprised: "He's not using that [Tiger Cannon] serve?!"

The saying goes, "Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit." In Inoue's view, the best approach for Sengoku against a formidable opponent like Shibukawa was to go all out from the very beginning.

Is there any possibility?

At that moment, Mizuki appeared beside Inoue without anyone noticing. Despite losing to Akutsu, he showed no sign of frustration; instead, he twirled the end of his hair with his fingers and stared at the court with great interest.

"Even if Sengoku had served that ball, it wouldn't have made any difference."

"Ok?"

Inoue's gaze trembled slightly upon hearing this.

And this time.

Shechuan launched his attack, appearing at the landing point of the tennis ball and striking out with his racket.

With a loud bang.

Sengoku's serve, which was far superior to Muromachi's bullet serve, was instantly countered by Shibukawa.

"As expected of you."

As Sengoku spoke with a chuckle, his feet didn't pause for a moment; he had already moved to the vicinity of the landing point. With a quick right-hand counter-attack, he unleashed a beautiful cross-court shot.

"nice shot!"

Zhi, standing outside the arena, spoke excitedly.

Inoue nodded to himself. The trajectory of that shot was incredibly tricky. In his opinion, it was, to some extent, a stroke of genius, a 'crazy shot'.

This falls into the category of exceeding expectations.

Bang!

however.

Before Zhi finished speaking, the tennis ball had already been caught up by Shibukawa.

"not good."

Inoue was slightly alarmed upon seeing this: "Sengoku is in danger."

Yes, Sengoku's backhand smash was indeed beautiful. But the problem is, this tricky cross-court shot also exposed his weakness on the right side.

If he hadn't been caught up, that last shot would indeed have been a divine move. But now, Shibukawa has caught up with the tennis ball, turning the tables and putting Sengoku at a disadvantage, full of openings.

Bang!

really.

Shibukawa unleashed a straight smash without hesitation.

"Pretty!"

Seeing the trajectory of the tennis ball, Inoue couldn't help but cheer in his heart.

This straight shot was not only fast, but also stable. And when Shechuan executed it, it was as if he had practiced it thousands of times, so calm and unremarkable.

Just from the consistency of that swing, Inoue was already certain that his opponent must be a national-level master!

Tap tap!

However, just when Inoue thought that Sengoku was bound to lose a point, an orange-haired figure approached the tennis ball, which had not yet landed, with astonishing speed and visible to the naked eye.

boom!

The moment the tennis ball bounced off the ground, Sengoku decisively swung his racket.

"A half-intercept?!"

Inoue was dumbfounded.

He never expected that, in such a critical situation, Sengoku would not only resolve his own crisis but also launch such a swift counter-attack.

what is this?

In Inoue's view, almost every shot was an exceptional performance, but were they just ordinary shots casually thrown by the two?

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

boom!

however.

The two players' attack did not stop because of his distraction. On the contrary, both Sengoku and Shibukawa hit the ball faster and harder.

"Gudu."

Coming to his senses, Inoue prepared to return to the game, but instinctively swallowed. A look of disbelief even appeared on his thin face.

"What kind of speed is this?"

Inoue made a discovery that shocked him greatly.

He can't even keep up with their speed anymore. But the race has only just begun.

"so......"

"Can anyone tell me, is this really the same Yamabuki from before?"

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 breath of stale air 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."

"Not...not good at taking many shots?"

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 the opponent's increasingly ferocious consecutive rallies. 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 is he talking about? He's so mysterious..."

boom!

Sengoku served quickly.

After nearly half a year of boxing practice, his muscles have been further strengthened, and his strength and explosiveness are far beyond what he 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. His racket, however, had steadily intercepted the 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.