My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

"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 closely."

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

...

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 Hadou Ball from the original work, 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.

"Played well."

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

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

Sengoku sighed, but then raised his racket and said sharply, "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 just now was exceptionally fierce. Logically, Shibukawa should have been reacting cautiously, but instead, it was Sengoku who 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 his high chair, took a light breath and said calmly, "15-30."

"They...they just fought back like that?"

Zhi subconsciously swallowed.

The man next to him, Jing, had a complex expression, because when Shibukawa returned the shot, he was clearly holding the racket with one hand. His upright figure exuded a steadfastness as if rooted to the earth.

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 Shichuan 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 and mastered 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, a breakthrough has been achieved."

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.