My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

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

"Gudu."

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.

Chapter 91: Inoue Interview, Shibukawa's Secret

"Is the difference really that big?"

Even Inoue, who considered himself calm and knowledgeable, was taken aback by the score.

Sengoku Kiyosumi.

A master with an intimidating aura and attacks like a tiger was almost completely thrashed in the match. If Inoue hadn't witnessed the match firsthand, he would have even suspected that it was a fabricated story.

"Sengoku's strength is roughly at the national level. Based on this, Shibukawa's strength is definitely at the national level."

Inoue stroked his chin, pondering to himself, "I just don't know which level he belongs to on a national scale."

While some people barely meet the national standard, others possess the strength to suppress other national-level individuals.

For example, Yukimura from Rikkai University is the strongest player. He is known as the "Child of God" because he has an undefeated record in the national tournament, and almost all of his achievements are shutouts.

Yukimura represents the pinnacle of junior high school tennis in Japan.

Sanada, also a member of Rikkai, is another formidable opponent. The presence of these two means that Rikkai is certain to secure two singles victories.

With the addition of the brilliant strategist Liu Renji, and two other national-level doubles teams, Rikkai University, having achieved their second consecutive national championship, was virtually unstoppable.

But now.

Inoue, however, saw the possibility of his throne being challenged at a school in Tokyo that was not well-known in the Kanto region or even nationwide.

Rikkai Daiyukimura, Sanada, Yanagi.

On the Yamabuki side, there are Shibukawa, Akutsu, and Sengoku.

In a one-on-one situation, Yamabuki's side is not without a chance of winning.

Of course, this was ultimately just Inoue's imagination. After calming down, he still had doubts about whether Shibukawa could challenge Yukimura.

Thank you for your guidance.

At the net, Sengoku grasped Shibukawa's hand and expressed his heartfelt gratitude.

He used Shibukawa as a whetstone, leveraging the pressure to achieve his final breakthrough. Anyone else, even if they had Shibukawa's abilities, wouldn't waste time trying to make the Yamabuki members stronger.

"It's a small matter."

Shibukawa released his grip and laughed, "You've combined boxing and tennis very well. But don't get complacent just because your strength has improved. We're getting stronger, and so are those guys. Nobody's going to stand still and wait for you to catch up."

"understood."

Sengoku suppressed his smile and nodded with a serious expression.

The two then left the field and went to their respective training areas. The Yamabuki players were tactful and no one disturbed them.

the other side.

After the match between Shibukawa and Sengoku, Inoue and Shiba watched the other matches. Although the games weren't bad, they were completely uninteresting compared to the previous matches.

"senior."

Zhi was uninterested; she was getting sleepy watching the game, and after yawning, she asked, "What are we going to do next?"

“Special visit.”

Inoue, too, yawned repeatedly as he watched.

If he weren't a veteran journalist and didn't have the image of a 'senior' he had, he probably would have turned around and left immediately.

"An interview?"

Shiba immediately became interested: "Who are you interviewing? Shibukawa? Akutsu? Or Sengoku?"

"Hmm... 1000 koku, I guess."

Inoue thought about it and finally chose Sengoku.

Firstly, the opponent represented Yamabuki in the competition last year. In terms of familiarity, he is clearly more familiar with the other two. In addition, Sengoku's strength has already been exposed; Inoue has a clear understanding of his trump cards, skills, and so on.

Inoue knew this person well and was able to better control the pace of the visit.

In contrast, consider Shibukawa and Akutsu.

The latter was arrogant and unruly; his fierce gaze alone was enough to deter anyone who wanted to approach him. As for Shibukawa, he was equally mysterious, even incredibly powerful.

...

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A corner of the stadium.

After the match ended and he took a short break, Sengoku was hitting the ball against the wall. His shots weren't particularly powerful, but they were very fast.

Shibukawa's words reminded Sengoku that his current strength lies in combining boxing and tennis. If he can achieve perfection, his skill will undoubtedly rise to a higher level.

This swift and powerful strike is similar to a sprint punch in boxing. It's not about blindly pursuing explosive power, but rather about increasing the frequency and speed of the strikes.

"If I swing my racket as fast, accurate and powerful as a punch, I can handle many of those balls better."

Since his defeat to Shibukawa, Sengoku had developed a habit of self-reflection. After losing to Akutsu and being suppressed by Shibukawa again while teaming up with Mizuki, Sengoku knew very well that he was still far from being good enough.

Therefore, he patiently increased the amount of time spent on tedious training. At first, it was indeed difficult to accept, especially when he saw pretty girls passing by the tennis club during training; it felt like countless ants were crawling all over him.

But as time went on, Sengoku gradually got used to this feeling. He focused more on training, and with the intensive training over the past six months, it had become a habit.

training.

Become stronger.

Defeat Akutsu.

Then there's Shibukawa...

With a goal in mind, Sengoku became even more motivated. Although he suffered a crushing defeat in today's match, he was very satisfied with how he transformed the pressure from his opponent into motivation to push his limits.

Snapped!

Sudden.

Sengoku reached out and grabbed the tennis ball, then stopped and turned to look behind him: "You are... Mr. Inoue?"

As a senior reporter for a tennis monthly magazine, and specifically in charge of the junior high school section, Inoue is quite well-known in the junior high school tennis community.

But on ordinary days, Inoue pays more attention to the training of top teams. Only the top-ranked teams get more attention.

Therefore, Sengoku's relationship with Inoue was one of knowing but not being very familiar with each other.

"It's me, Inoue from Tennis Monthly."

Inoue smiled and nodded, then pointed to Shiba next to him and introduced, "She is our magazine's newest member this year, her name is Shiba Saori."

"Hello, Ms. Zhi."

"Hello, Sengoku-kun."

The two greeted each other very politely.

"Sengoku-kun."

Inoue then explained the purpose of their visit: "We would like to conduct a brief interview with you."

"An interview? No problem."

Sengoku nodded.

He was still very excited to be interviewed. It proved his abilities and that he had indeed gained recognition. As for why the interviewer didn't choose Shibukawa or Akutsu, that was none of his concern.

Inoue then began the interview. Sengoku recounted his experience from when he first started playing tennis until he lost to Shibukawa and began to mend his ways.

Of course, his pursuit of girls is omitted from the narrative. Otherwise, just thinking about his record of approaching 7 or 8 girls a day would be enough to drive Sengoku crazy.

"I never imagined that so many things would happen in between."

Inoue was deeply moved by Sengoku's transformation. He felt both regret that Sengoku had wasted his talent and relief that he had come back to his senses and picked up tennis again.

"Sengoku-kun."

At this moment, Zhi asked curiously, "How much of your strength do you think Shibukawa used just now?"

"I don't know about that."

Sengoku shook his head: "After all, I was ultimately unable to force him to reveal his true strength."

"Really? Is it true?"

"I can't believe it," Zhi said.

不是她不相信，而是太夸张了。要知道涉川是打了千石6-0，而不是6-2或者6-2的分数。

Sengoku is strong enough, yet he still couldn't test Shibukawa's full strength. If word got out, it would be too frightening.

"Oh, right."

At that moment, Inoue, seemingly remembering something, asked curiously, "I remember you just said you wanted Shibukawa to take something off. But after this match, he didn't seem to do anything special."

"So I want to know what that thing is. Also, Sengoku, why are you so sure that Shibukawa didn't use his full strength?"

To be honest, his interest in Shibukawa far exceeded that in Sengoku. The problem was that the latter was too mysterious, and Inoue wasn't confident he could glean any useful information from him.

On the contrary, the optimistic Sengoku was undoubtedly a better person to understand. Inoue wanted to obtain some truly useful information by subtly probing Sengoku.

"Oh, I didn't know what this was about."

Sengoku suddenly laughed upon hearing this: "Actually, these two questions are the same thing. You asked me why I could tell that Shibukawa hadn't used his full strength, so I'll ask you a question too."

He paused for a moment, then gave a meaningful smile: "What do you think Shibukawa is wearing on his hand?"

"In your hands?"

Upon hearing this, Zhi glanced in the direction of Shuan and blurted out instinctively, "Isn't that just an ordinary wristband?"