My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

Yuta was filled with contempt.

As his deskmate, how could he not know Muromachi's level? He was definitely a poor student, and there was no way he could compare to him, who inherited the excellent genes of the Fuji family.

The problem at hand is Atobe. Even if Yuta is very confident, he doesn't think that he and Muromachi can go toe-to-toe with him.

In this situation, he could only pinch his nose to cooperate with Muromachi.

There's no need for that.

Across from him, Atobe, with a beauty mark at the corner of his eye, slightly curled the corners of his mouth. Although their acting was exaggerated, Atobe was quite satisfied with their genuine fear of him.

“I won’t make things difficult for you, Kabaji.”

As Atobe spoke, he pointed to the short-haired, dull-looking boy standing behind him: "The bet remains the same. I can refrain from making a move, as long as you can defeat him."

"This person?"

Yuta and Muromachi frowned slightly.

They saw no trace of skill in this dull-witted boy. His eyes were lifeless, and he seemed utterly posed no threat whatsoever.

The problem is that these are members of the Hyotei team.

Moreover, the fact that Atobe specifically named him indicates that the captain of Hyotei is very confident in this seemingly harmless guy.

In the six months they've spent in Yamabuki, not only have their basic skills improved significantly, but their ability to read people and analyze situations has also improved considerably.

This whole thing is eerily strange. If they were to foolishly play the game under such unusual circumstances, and word got back to Shibukawa, they would definitely get a severe scolding.

"how?"

Seeing that the two opponents weren't affected by the provocation, Atobe was somewhat surprised. He immediately added fuel to the fire with a smile: "So, you Yamabuki guys don't even have the courage to fight two against one?"

"Well."

Upon hearing this, Yuta and Muromachi's expressions changed.

If it only involved them, it wouldn't matter if they lost face; after all, they weren't considered big shots in Yamabuki. Besides, the opponent was Hyotei, so forfeiting wouldn't be shameful.

But Atobe is clearly putting them in a difficult position. If the two back down, not only will they be affected, but the blame will also fall on Yamabuki.

The two exchanged a glance and nodded to each other. Muromachi then said, "Alright, since you want to fight, senior, the two of us will fight with you!"

He played a trick.

In normal circumstances, if Atobe doesn't intervene, they would likely engage in one-on-one battles, using a rotation system. However, Muromachi was too wary of the name 'Hyotei' and dared not be careless in the slightest.

"no problem."

Atobe waved his hand dismissively, then looked at the short-haired boy: "Go, Kabaji, have some fun with them."

"Yes."

The taciturn, short-haired boy, Kabaji Takahiro, one of the second-year regulars at Hyotei, nodded emphatically.

"Serve."

Atobe, who had retreated to one side of the court, waved his hand dismissively, indicating that his opponent should serve first.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Muromachi, without any hesitation, tossed the tennis ball up and unleashed a fast serve.

"It's here!"

"Muromachi's [Bullet Serve]!"

The street tennis players outside the court perked up. Muromachi didn't usually appear here, but he was very strong, and everyone was impressed by his abilities.

"Oh?"

Outside the stadium, a look of surprise flashed in Atobe's eyes.

He hadn't paid much attention to these two people when he chose them as his entertainment. But Muromachi's serve looked interesting, not as bad as he had imagined.

"pity."

Then, Atobe shook his head again: "It might be a lot of pressure for others. But for Kabaji, there's no need to even think about retaliating."

boom!

really.

The next moment, there was a loud bang. The seemingly tall and heavy Kabaji had somehow moved to the front of the tennis ball's landing point, and with a single swing of his racket, he smashed the tennis ball away.

"Whoosh!"

Outside the court, Atobe raised his left hand with a smile, spreading his five fingers wide in an exaggerated manner, as if he could already see the opponent's racket being shaken out of his hand.

"With Kabaji's strength, even the regular players might not be able to block the ball he hits, let alone ordinary players."

In fact, Kabaji shone brightly in the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament last year when he was only a first-grader. He directly knocked the racket away from a certain team's singles player number 3, sending him scrambling off the court.

Even at the Kanto Tournament, Kabaji is a formidable opponent.

Now, a year later, Kabaji's strength has only increased. Even though Muromachi and Yuta are Yamabuki's regulars, they can't escape the fate of having their rackets knocked away.

boom!

But the next moment, a heavy thud sounded as the ball was struck, and Atobe's smile froze for a second.

"It's blocked?"

He looked at Muromachi, who was swinging his racket to block the tennis ball, with some surprise at the baseline. To Atobe's astonishment, Muromachi not only blocked Kabaji's attack but did so with one hand.

"how is this possible?"

Atobe narrowed his eyes.

Although he wasn't a data-driven player, judging from Muromachi's physique, he was definitely not a power-type fighter. Yet, he managed to block Kabaji's counterattack with just one hand.

Could it be that the birch field has been flooded?

impossible!

Atobe dismissed this possibility almost without thinking. Others might go easy on him, but Kabaji, who obeyed him without question, would never be lenient without Atobe's own orders.

Tap tap!

At this moment, Kabaji caught up with the tennis ball again.

He was indifferent by nature and didn't have much emotion involved in the game. He wasn't surprised that his opponent could return the ball to him.

boom!

Immediately, Kabaji swung the ball powerfully, relying on his instincts to return it to its original position.

Tap tap!

On the other side, Muromachi moved quickly toward the tennis ball.

Atobe, on the other hand, was focused on his actions. When he saw the boy wearing white-rimmed sunglasses actually swing his racket with one hand and hit the tennis ball back, a look of shock flashed deep in Atobe's eyes.

"It was powerful, but that's all."

Muromachi fought back fiercely, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

His opponent was indeed very strong, but he hadn't been slacking off in Yamabuki for the past six months. In addition to the ever-increasing intensity of his daily training, he also had frequent practice matches with Sengoku and even Akutsu.

Compared to Kabaji, these two's tennis skills go beyond just raw power. Sengoku's punch-ball is explosive, with a terrifying burst of force at the moment of contact.

Needless to say, Akutsu's arrogant and domineering tennis put pressure on Muromachi not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of psychological and spiritual intimidation.

He could withstand the pressure from both of them, so while dealing with Kabaji wasn't exactly easy, he could at least hold his own.

"Birch Field!"

At that moment, Atobe suddenly spoke, his tone becoming more serious: "Stop playing around."

"Yes."

Huadi's expression immediately turned serious.

With a loud bang, he unleashed a powerful smash. The force was even greater than before, and the crowd watching the tennis ball explode like a cannonball changed their expressions.

"Good timing."

Unexpectedly, Muromachi did not retreat but advanced. He took a step forward and forcefully chopped down with both hands gripping the racket.

With a snap.

Kabaji's powerful shot was actually countered by a soft slice. The height and trajectory weren't perfect, but for Kabaji, who was positioned at the baseline, it was fatal.

Pat-pat...

The tennis ball lands on the ground.

The movements of the Birch Field player at the baseline were slightly stiff.

Atobe, who had expected to score directly, momentarily froze. But he quickly recovered, his gaze fixed on the boy in white-rimmed sunglasses at the baseline with suspicion.

"This kid...is interesting!"

"Uh?"

On the contrary, Muromachi's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, showed a strong sense of surprise after scoring.

"So... you succeeded?"

He had originally resolved to engage in a protracted battle. Given his opponent's strength, he knew he would be at a disadvantage once the fight became a stalemate.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was too eager to finish the shot. The powerful smash was indeed impressive, but the large swing caused the body to stiffen and become too rigid, making it impossible to respond to the net shot.

"These are the experts from Hyotei?"

"It doesn't seem... that strong."

Muromachi and Yuta in front of him exchanged a glance, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

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"It's very fast."

"The reaction time is not slow."

"Their strength isn't weak either..."

Outside the stadium.

Atobe glanced at Muromachi, who was locked in combat with Kabaji, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. "So, we've run into one of Yamabuki's regulars?"

He never expected that his casual decision to kill time would lead to him becoming a regular member of Yamabuki's team.

"But that's fine too. They've made quite a name for themselves in the last six months. I want to see if Yamabuki really has the ability."

Atobe narrowed his eyes.

Hyotei is undoubtedly the dominant force in Tokyo. But that's about it; within the Kanto region, it is suppressed by Rikkai University.

Therefore, although Atobe is arrogant, he is not entirely disdainful or haughty. As long as one can demonstrate corresponding strength, one can gain his attention.

now.

On the court, the boy wearing white-rimmed sunglasses was locked in a fierce battle with Kabaji. Both sides had their moments, but Muromachi held the advantage of serving, giving him a slight lead in the score.

"As expected of Hyotei, their strength is quite formidable."

Once again deflecting Kabaji's violent blows, Muromachi exhaled a long breath.

Before the match was even over, he felt a numbness in his wrist. Fortunately, he had previously undergone military training with people like Sengoku and Akutsu, so his endurance was quite impressive.

If it were anyone else, let alone facing Kabaji head-on, they would probably drop their racket in the first few shots.

"Well."

On the other side, Kabaji's relentless attacks failed to defeat his opponent, and a hint of impatience crept into his eyes. Seeing the tennis ball flying towards him again, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly accelerated and swung his racket with great force.

boom!

A loud bang.

The tennis ball was smashed away by Kabaji.

It was still the same powerful, sweeping attack as before. In fact, because Kabaji was serious, the power was even greater.

"Good timing!"