My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

Shibukawa began to swing his racket, trying to use the same amount of force as before. Sure enough, the speed of his backswing increased significantly.

He was very excited: "If I had grasped this characteristic during the match against Honda a few days ago, beating them 6-0 would not have been a problem."

Simultaneously.

Shechuan is also thinking about what kind of tennis path he should take in the future.

The upper limit of pure speed is not high, at least in the original work. The fastest in U17 is Kajika, but later he is just a roadside car.

The truly influential forces lie in three areas: strength, technology, and mental fortitude.

In terms of power, both Oni and Watanabe exude a strong sense of oppression, but their potential is clearly limited. Only technique and mental strength truly define the top-tier style.

of course.

Ideally, one should develop comprehensively in all five dimensions, becoming the ultimate all-rounder. But as the saying goes, you can only cook as much rice as you can cook in a big pot, and you can only do as much work as you are capable of.

For Shechuan, the immediate priority is clearly speed. Other capabilities can be developed later when opportunities arise.

Having made up his mind, Shechuan continued practicing his swing.

Not long after, he shook his sore arms and finished his racket-swinging practice. On the other side, Captain Uesugi shouted, calling all the team members who were undergoing intensive training to assemble.

"You've all done a good job these past few days."

Looking at the ten people in front of him, Uesugi nodded and then continued, "However, this level is enough to put up a fight in ordinary practice matches, but it won't be enough in the main tournament."

"so......"

He paused, his tone becoming serious: "What follows is your advanced training in the truest sense."

Upon hearing this...

Everyone's gaze turned serious.

Uesugi was a strict man who had the final say in the team, and his personal image was extremely authoritative. Since he had said so, no one dared to be negligent.

really.

Then they saw a handsome, orange-haired boy walking towards them with a smile.

"Thousand Stones?"

"How could it be him?"

"Wait a minute, this intensive training isn't going to involve them fighting against Sengoku, is it?"

"hiss!"

Not far away, the others besides the ten selection team members gasped as they spoke.

Who is Sengoku?

The top two players in the Yamabuki Tennis Club.

Even the club captain, Kenichi Uesugi, wouldn't dare say he could beat him 100%. After all, in their last match, Uesugi only narrowly won 7-6.

Six months have passed since that school selection competition. If the two were to face off again, Uesugi might not be the final winner.

Good afternoon, everyone.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Sengoku waved and greeted them with a smile.

"You might be wondering if the advanced training involves fighting me. Haha, how could that be? I'm a regular player, and I'm really good."

As he spoke, he grinned, his white teeth gleaming in the sunlight. This added a touch of liveliness to the otherwise serious atmosphere.

The others secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Let alone Sengoku, even the second-year regulars like Shinto Mikoto and Higashi, who are better at doubles, couldn't beat them.

In this situation, having Sengoku as a practice subject would be a complete waste of time.

"Don't worry, the practice isn't that difficult."

Seeing everyone's reaction, Sengoku chuckled and spoke. But then, a playful expression appeared on his face: "I was just letting you try to see if you could shoot my Tiger Cannon back."

Swish!

Upon hearing this...

Everyone's expression changed instantly.

"Tiger Cannon? Are you kidding me?!"

Honda, defeated by Shibukawa, was so angry he laughed.

Dealing with Sengoku's Tiger Cannon? What's the difference between that and a direct confrontation with him?

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Sengoku waved his hand and explained, "Since it's training, I certainly won't fire a real tiger cannon."

"But that's also..."

"Ok?"

The others wanted to say something, but Minister Uesugi had already frowned and looked over with an unfriendly expression.

The group all lowered their heads.

Seeing this, Uesugi said, "The advanced training assessment is about to begin. There is only one requirement: to return Sengoku's Tiger Cannon serve."

Everyone comes in order of the list. First up, Ryuichi Honda.

"Ugh."

Honda, who had been called out, sighed and stepped forward with a dejected look. The others, however, wisely retreated to the back.

"Watch out, Honda-senpai."

Sengoku, sitting opposite, took a tennis ball out of his pocket, tapped it twice, and then tossed it high into the air.

call!

Then.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Sengoku stomped his feet hard on the ground and leaped high into the air, at least 50 centimeters off the ground.

"That kind of takeoff height?"

Everyone was shocked.

But Sengoku's eyes were fixed on the tennis ball in mid-air, and he quickly smashed the ball down with his racket.

Is it coming?

Honda across from them had a serious expression on his face.

As a member of the Yamabuki team, he was well aware of the speed and power of Sengoku's serve. However, judging from Sengoku's matches against other teams this year, this move was not unbreakable.

If Honda remembers correctly, during the semi-finals of the tournament, Sengoku's Tiger Cannon was easily defeated by Tezuka from Seigaku.

"Therefore, the Tiger Cannon is not without a way to fight back."

Honda took a deep breath, his gaze hardening: "If that second-year student from Seigaku can do it, I can definitely do it too. Besides, this isn't Sengoku's all-out Tiger Cannon. As long as I can see the trajectory, I'm sure I can..."

Boom!

But the next moment.

A dull thud rang out, and a blinding pale yellow light exploded in front of Honda.

He instinctively wanted to swing his racket to return the hit, but found his body stiff as if frozen.

"I...I can't move?!"

Whoosh!

The tennis ball hurtled past.

Honda remained in a ready position, a bead of cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

Chapter 16 Mistake

"Gudu."

"This, this is Qian Shi's Tiger Cannon?"

"That's too strong. Honda couldn't even react."

Outside the stadium.

The Yamabuki team member said with a look of awe.

"Indeed very strong."

Among the ten selected team members, Muromachi, wearing white-rimmed sunglasses, squinted and secretly clenched his fist.

As an observer, he could see more clearly that Sengoku's jump height wasn't as high as it was in the actual match. In other words, this was indeed not the full version of the Tiger Cannon.

Even so, it still possesses such great power, demonstrating that Sengoku's strength has indeed reached an astonishing level.

"but."

Raising his head, Muromachi's gaze locked onto Sengoku, who had landed steadily and was smiling confidently: "This is also my chance!"

He had absolutely no confidence in the complete Tiger Cannon.

But Muromachi really wanted to try this serve. If he succeeded, he would definitely become the brightest star in the entire Yamabuki Tennis Club.

...

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Then.

Several people in a row failed to react, simply standing there dumbfounded. They were even less able to return Sengoku's serve.

"Ugh."

Outside the crowd, Coach Ban Tian looked helpless.

Sengoku's serve was executed with minimal force, and his jump height was kept very low. Even so, no one managed to touch the tennis ball.

It's clear how low the talent level is among the representatives selected from the Yamabuki group.

And this was just the tallest among the short. Looking at the other team members who weren't selected, Bantian couldn't help but sigh.

"Next, Muromachi Shitsu."

At this moment, Uesugi spoke.

Muromachi, who was the center of attention, gripped his racket and strode confidently onto the court.

"Oh, it's Muromachi."

Upon seeing the newcomer, Sengoku couldn't help but smile: "You should have a chance of succeeding, right?"

"Come on, senior."

Muromachi, however, adopted a serious posture: "I'll try to hit the ball back."

"Good ambition."

Sengoku nodded, then tossed the tennis ball high into the air again. He leaped into the air and quickly smashed the ball down with his racket.

"It's coming!"

Muromachi roused himself.

He had never encountered Sengoku's Tiger Cannon before, but even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. Through Muromachi's observation, he discovered that Sengoku's Tiger Cannon mainly attacked the middle of the service line.

and.

He had already gotten used to the speed of the Tiger Cannon in the first few balls. Now, he focused his mind, locked onto the middle area, and sure enough, he found the trajectory of the tennis ball.

"I see!"

Seeing the trajectory of the ball, Muromachi didn't hesitate for a moment. He immediately stepped forward, raised his racket, and made a smashing motion.

"This kid has a good reaction."