My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

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Muromachi, standing on the court, looked increasingly grim after hearing the crowd's comments.

He could accept losing to Kentaro Minami.

After all, the other party is the vice minister and has been famous for a long time. Since Muromachi joined Yamabuki, the other party has been in the position of the main player.

What does crossing the river count for?

After less than two months of dedicated training, he was completely overwhelmed. This left Shibukawa, who had initially taken him very seriously, feeling both resentful and deeply conflicted.

"Are we really going to admit defeat?"

Muromachi glanced at Shibukawa outside the court, then looked towards the south. His words were directed at Shibukawa, but also at the match itself.

The gap between him and Nan was too great; even if he admitted defeat and gave up the fight, no one would say anything. But as soon as this thought crossed his mind, the image of Shibukawa would appear.

His opponent had grown from an unknown nobody to where he was today. Those seemingly useless, time-wasting swings kept replaying in Muromachi's mind.

"Let's give it our all!"

Muromachi took a deep breath, his eyes regaining their fighting spirit, but also showing a hint of madness.

immediately.

Taking advantage of his service game, he once again employed the serve-and-volley tactic. This time, he displayed even greater speed and power.

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

boom!

At the bottom line.

Kentaro Minami reacted quickly, his experience allowing him to see that Muromachi was fighting like a cornered beast, making a last-ditch effort. If they could withstand this onslaught, they could completely shatter the enemy's will to fight.

however.

The outbreak in Muromachi, however, exceeded his expectations.

Minami, who had initially been confident of victory, was caught off guard by the counterattack and found himself in a somewhat disheveled state. Just as his defenses were about to be breached, Muromachi's offensive suddenly weakened and then collapsed completely.

Seizing the opportunity, Nan acted decisively.

Bang!

"The match is over."

"Kentaro Minami wins, score 6-1!"

"Huff...huff huff..."

One side of the stadium.

Muromachi was panting heavily.

He was covered in sweat, and breathing felt like being scraped by blades, with a burning pain in his throat. His eyes were filled with resentment.

"Damn it! I was so close!!"

Muromachi clenched his fists tightly.

He could sense that Kentaro Minami's defenses were crumbling. If he could hold out a little longer, he was sure he could break through that seemingly impenetrable wall of defenses.

Thus, Muromachi realized his shortcomings. If he had been stronger, things wouldn't have ended this way.

"There's still time, I'm only in first grade..."

Especially when he thought about the transformation Shibukawa had undergone in less than two months of training, Muromachi's desire to become stronger became even stronger.

"This match was worthwhile."

Meanwhile, Shibukawa, standing outside the crowd, glanced meaningfully at Muromachi, whose thoughts were rapidly shifting.

Thanks to his opponent's late surge, he gathered unexpected data. This gave him even more confidence for the upcoming match against Nan.

"Is this kid... really a data-driven player?"

Not far away, Banta, with his hands behind his back, looked in the direction Shibukawa had left, his eyebrows slightly raised.

indeed.

He admired Shechuan's way of doing things.

Mature and steady, they carefully observe before acting to achieve a thorough understanding of themselves and their opponents. This is very similar to the characteristics of data-driven players in the traditional sense.

However, Banta's intuition told him that this boy was probably not as simple as he imagined.

Why think so much?

After a pause, Bantian, regaining his senses, couldn't help but laugh: "No matter what tricks he's hiding, we'll find out in the match later."

soon.

After the next few matches ended.

Around 5:30.

The final match in Group D, a showdown between the only two players who remain undefeated, is about to begin.

at the same time.

Players who weren't playing, including captain Kenichi Uesugi and Sengoku, also appeared near the stadium.

A moment later, the referee, seated on his high chair, announced in a loud voice:

"Next game."

"Kentaro Minami versus Nobu Shibukawa."

Chapter 25: Matchup Against the Main Players, Shibukawa vs. Minami

The referee finished speaking.

Two figures entered the court from either side.

"Crossing the river..."

Looking at the somewhat unfamiliar classmate, a complex emotion flashed in Nan's eyes. How could this person, who had seemed so insignificant, have come to this point?

Despite his confidence in his abilities, Minami clearly remembered that in yesterday's match, his opponent had defeated Muromachi by a massive 6-0 score.

In some ways, his opponent is already at the same level as him. The only difference might be their experience in matches.

"Nan, please give me your guidance."

Shechuan greeted him politely.

He didn't have any ill feelings towards Yamabuki, the captain who didn't have a very strong presence in the original work. Although the two were classmates, they didn't have much interaction other than being in the same tennis club.

For Shibuchi, the opponent before him was merely a test of his current strength.

Although his five-dimensional stats are currently only 10 points, Nan's stats in the U17 stage a year from now will only be 14 points. His opponent's current five-dimensional stats are at most comparable to his.

Therefore, Shechuan was very confident in this match.

Without much communication, the two players retreated to the vicinity of the baseline after deciding who would serve first.

"The match is decided in one set."

The second-year player, acting as referee from his high chair, announced loudly, "South serves, game over!"

Snapped!

immediately.

Then, Nan bent down at the baseline and gently tapped the tennis ball, while looking up to carefully observe his opponent's condition.

Unlike Muromachi, Kentaro Minami is calm and composed, and he won't take risks unless he's absolutely certain. Although he had been observing his opponents' training and matches during this time, when he actually entered the game, his steady playing style led him to choose a more cautious, probing approach.

Bang!

Then, Nan hit the tennis ball.

He didn't go to the net or press forward, but instead stayed near the baseline, waiting for his opponent's response.

Seeing this, Shibukawa did not choose to attack. His opponent's probing idea suited him perfectly; he also wanted to understand his opponent's fighting style more clearly.

Bang!

Then.

The audience watched as the two players occupied their respective baseline positions, engaging in a back-and-forth, back-and-forth battle. The overall style was steady, even somewhat uninteresting.

The regulars, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy watching it.

"Shibukawa is not bad, he actually kept up with Kentaro's movements."

"Both sides are testing each other, and Kentaro hasn't used his full strength yet. This situation will probably continue for some time."

The group whispered among themselves.

As expected, the two players maintained a consistent rhythm throughout the game. While both sides scored points, overall, South, who had the serve, held the advantage.

After a few minutes of back-and-forth play, Nan held her serve with a high-quality baseline smash.

"game!"

"South, 1-0, switch positions!"

After announcing the score, the second-year referee on the high chair subconsciously wiped his forehead; his hands were covered in sweat.

Ultimately, this level of competition was beyond his reach. If he hadn't been in a superior position, he might not have been able to keep up with their movements.

soon.

The second game begins.

Unlike the previous matches, Shibukawa did not launch an attack easily. He played steadily, familiarizing himself with his opponent's style while also honing his skills.

Similarly, he held his serve, bringing the score to 1-1.

"This kid's got some skills!"

Seeing Shibukawa score, some of the regulars became restless. They could console themselves when the opponent defeated Muromachi by saying that the latter wasn't a regular, but now, even the vice-captain Minami had lost a set.

At this moment, someone couldn't help but ask, "Could it be... that he's already at the same level as Nan?"

This statement came out.

Many people's expressions immediately changed.

"How long has he been training?"

"That's right, if I remember correctly, it's been less than two months since the national competition started, right?"

"hiss!"

You wouldn't believe it until you calculate it; the speed of progress in Sichuan is simply too exaggerated!

"I underestimated him."

Uesugi gave Shibukawa a deep look.

He had initially thought he had overestimated the man, but now it seemed his talent was even greater than he had imagined. He was probably comparable to a thousand koku in talent.

"Are you no longer going to hide your strength?"

Bantian smiled.

He had been observing Shibukawa closely, and he had noticed her progress. In his opinion, if Nan didn't show her true abilities, this match might really turn into an upset.

Bang!