My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

Especially when they saw the terrifyingly gloomy expression on the other person's face, they couldn't help but chuckle.

"No wonder they spent a lot of money to hire him to help; the situation of this Shimu team is not optimistic."

"That's a good point. If he's too strong, we don't need him. I just don't know if our Coach Araki can turn things around."

"It would be interesting if they lost three in a row."

Everyone looked on with expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.

"Next, the singles 3 match will begin."

At that moment, the referee on the high chair announced loudly: "Yamabuki Middle School's Shibukawa Shin vs. Kakigi Middle School's Kuki Kiichi. Players from both sides, please get ready."

"Nine Ghosts, One?"

Upon hearing this, one of the elite players from the Youth Terrace Club seemed to remember something: "How come I remember this person is a player from our club?"

"Yes, I know him."

The other person nodded and said, "Kuki Kiichi is the son of the former coach, Kuki Kensuke."

"Kuki Kensuke? The former coach of Team 2?"

"It's him. I was promoted from Group 2. He was a pretty good teacher, but I don't know why he suddenly disappeared last year. Now it seems that he was recruited by Kakimoto Junior High School to teach in junior high."

"Judging from this, it seems that Kaki is preparing to fight back."

"Hmm, I remember that Kuki Kiichi is pretty strong. If nothing unexpected happens, he'll definitely be promoted to elite player next year."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

But most people's eyes were on the arrogant, middle-parted-hair boy who walked out from Kaki's side.

Kuki's confident demeanor, as if he had everything under control, further convinced the others that the match was already his for the taking.

"That person...?"

Tezuka, however, glanced briefly at Kuki before looking towards Yamabuki across the way.

In his memory, Yamabuki didn't seem to have a team member named 'Shibukawa Shin'. Sure enough, the next person to appear in his line of sight was also an unfamiliar boy with long black bangs covering his eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong with this kid? With hair that long, how can he even see his opponent's movements?"

"Don't joke around. There are plenty of skilled fighters with long hair. Isn't Ochi Takashi from Hyotei? He's a genuine top-tier fighter."

More wisdom?

Tezuka's heart stirred slightly.

If he remembered correctly, that was before he entered junior high school, the first captain of Hyotei to lead Hyotei into the national tournament.

"Indeed, hairstyle is not the key factor in determining the outcome of a match."

Tezuka thought to himself.

Two years ago, he was already able to easily retaliate even with his eyes closed.

"But this person... seems kind of familiar?"

Tezuka stared at Shibukawa for a moment, then quickly realized that the man was the mysterious figure he had spotted on the way earlier.

Also.

He was quite certain that this year's Yamabuki lineup did not include Shibukawa.

"Could it be a first-grader?"

Thinking of this, Tezuka couldn't help but become a little interested.

Among his peers, even Sengoku wouldn't be a match for him. But if it's a first-year student, he'll have to take a closer look.

After all, there are two promising young talents among the first-year students at Seigaku.

Although he is not yet the captain of Seigaku, Tezuka is already considering how to train the current first-year team members.

...

"Shigawa letter?"

Standing at the net, looking at the unremarkable boy before him, Kuki couldn't help but laugh: "It seems your Yamabuki coach is planning to hold back. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent out someone like you who has no reputation whatsoever."

He spoke his mind frankly.

Moreover, they clearly observed their opponents with a condescending and scrutinizing attitude.

"I have really bad luck."

"I can't believe I've run into cannon fodder like you."

"Unfortunately, if it were Sengoku, I could have used him to test Tezuka's strength."

At this point, Kuki turned to look at Sengoku, who stood expressionless outside the arena. In his heart, he had never considered Sengoku a true rival.

Even when Sengoku is mentioned, it's only because he lost to Tezuka in the semifinals of the Metropolitan Tournament. Kuki's goal has always been just that second-year student from Seigaku.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the other party will become the captain of Seigaku this year. And Kuki himself will take over as captain of Kakiki. Before the two 'tigers' clash, he naturally needs to consider how to test the other party's strength.

But it's a pity.

Sengoku did not appear in Singles 3.

This completely ruined Kuki's pre-match plans.

"But it's okay."

After a pause, Kuki continued, "Even cannon fodder has its value. Getting rid of you as quickly as possible will make my reputation even more renowned."

Done.

He turned and left.

"I'm giving you the right to serve; I don't want people to say I'm bullying a younger person."

His back view was elegant and natural, just like a true top expert, which surprised the elite players of the Youth Stage Club on the periphery.

"This guy is way too confident, isn't he?"

"Kuki is Kuki, always so impolite. But that's the privilege of a master."

"I have a feeling that this kid has become even stronger than before."

"Nine Demons, One of the Nine..."

Tezuka, standing in the crowd, secretly frowned.

He naturally recognized the other person, after all, this was the most outstanding genius of Kakimoto Middle School in recent years. However, because Kakimoto's overall strength was not as good as Seigaku's, Kuki had never had a chance to make a move.

The two never actually fought each other.

Judging from Kuki's current behavior, he would never be so arrogant if he didn't have enough confidence in his own strength.

In Tezuka's memory, even Atobe of Hyotei and Sanada of Rikkai were not this arrogant.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but perk up. He was ready to observe the match closely and see just how strong this top genius from Kakimoto really was.

Chapter 32 Continuous Activation Skills

"The match begins, one set to decide the winner. Yamabuki Shibukawa serves, game over!"

The referee, seated high on his chair, spoke in a loud voice.

immediately.

All eyes then turned to Shechuan.

The latter calmly took out a tennis ball, bent down, and gently tapped it twice. At the same time, his gaze fell on the middle-parted boy opposite him.

Nine ghosts are noble as one.

In the original Prince of Tennis, it serves as a stepping stone to highlight Fudomine's strength.

Originally ambitious and determined to defeat Tezuka in the regional preliminaries final, he was instantly defeated by Fudomine's second-year student, Shinji Ibu.

In terms of strength, it's just a nobody on the side of the road.

However, his confident and arrogant demeanor was unmatched even by national-level masters. But unfortunately, Shibukawa wasn't Tezuka; he didn't have such a good temper.

"Let's try you out and see if I can meet the upgrade requirements for [Rapid Start].

The thought crossed my mind.

After catching the tennis ball, Shibukawa tossed it into the air, then stood on his tiptoes, raising his upper body while swinging his racket, leaning forward and then quickly pressing down.

"Oh?"

Kuki on the other side was a little surprised.

He initially thought Shibukawa was a sacrificial lamb arranged by Coach Yamabuki to avoid revealing their team's true strength. However, he was surprised to find that the opponent's serving motion and posture were actually quite convincing.

Bang!

But the next moment.

When Shibukawa's racket struck the tennis ball, producing a crisp, resonant sound, Kuki's pupils suddenly contracted.

fast!

too fast!

The tennis ball shot towards them like a bullet, its speed unbelievable.

With a snap.

Before Kuki could react, the tennis ball landed on the ground and bounced quickly out of the service line in front of him.

"15-0!"

The referee on the high chair spoke, and the scene fell into a brief silence.

[Hit an excellent serve]

[Serving Experience +4]

[Current serve level: lv0 (4/10)]

at the same time.

A message appeared before Shechuan's eyes.

"As expected, serving can also activate skills. Judging from this, short serves, slice serves, and lobs should all be able to trigger the skill panel."

Shechuan thought to himself.

Just like with a spike, he can only meet the conditions for skill activation if he hits a sufficiently outstanding scoring shot.

More importantly, once these skills reach a certain level, they may awaken special effects, just like swinging a racket or running.

Thinking this way.

When Shibukawa looked up at Kuki again, a smile appeared in his eyes. This wasn't some villainous extra; he was clearly his lucky star.

"In that case, why don't we just use the rest of your skills on you?"

"That, that guy..."

the other side.

Originally furious at being scored on by the opponent's serve, Kuki instinctively looked up, intending to glare fiercely at his opponent. However, when his gaze met Shibukawa's, a chill inexplicably ran down his spine.

The feeling was as if I were being watched by some dangerous person.

"That damned guy!"

But Kuki's thought process is different from that of ordinary people.

After a brief moment of panic, he quickly regained his previous confidence and found reasons to justify himself.

"That must have been a coincidence."

"Yes, that guy's serve was pretty good. But I underestimated him, otherwise, how could I have failed to even touch the tennis ball?"

With Kuki's self-strategy, he completely recovered from the shock of losing the point, changed his receiving position, and immediately adopted a state of high alert.

Bang!

really.