My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

But Sengoku had no intention of letting him off the hook; instead, he vented all his frustration and annoyance from the past two days.

boom!

End of the session.

Sengoku's smash sent Akagi's racket flying, and the latter landed on his backside, his face filled with terror.

"how is this possible?"

"What, senior? It's not working already?"

Sengoku looked at his opponent with a smile that, in Akagi's eyes, was like a devil: "If you don't want another match, you'd better let me have my fill. Go, pick up the tennis ball!"

"you......"

Akagi opened his mouth to retort, but seeing the other party's unyielding gaze and recalling the fierce, smash-like serve, his heart trembled. He reluctantly got up and picked up the tennis ball.

Sengoku smiled with satisfaction.

In the blink of an eye, after taking down Akagi, he raised his racket and swept it towards the players from the Youth Club around him: "Anyone want to come at me? Don't tell me that as a club player, you're afraid of a middle schooler like me!"

"I'll do it!"

Someone, unable to swallow this insult, immediately took his racket and walked onto the court. However, he was no match for Sengoku and was easily defeated.

"Next!"

Sengoku swung his racket again, ready to have a good fight.

Uesugi, who was watching from the sidelines, did not stop them. He also wanted to take this opportunity to let the other party vent their dissatisfaction.

In the blink of an eye.

Sengoku then dealt with five or six more people.

Looking at the figures lying haphazardly around the court, Sengoku felt a surge of satisfaction. His pent-up frustration dissipated, and his mood was better than ever before. He immediately raised his racket again, ready to play all ten matches before leaving.

"Who else?"

However, as soon as he pointed his racket, the players from the surrounding clubs retreated in fear, and not one dared to step forward.

"What, is this all there is to the so-called tennis club?"

Still not satisfied, Sengoku raised an eyebrow, looking arrogant. The players from the surrounding clubs dared not speak out, which only boosted Sengoku's confidence and made him even more imposing.

"These guys from the tennis club are such cowards!"

"It's not that they're cowardly, it's that Sengoku is too strong. Tsk tsk, I originally thought that the tennis club's players were of a very high level, but now it seems that they don't even have players of the Kanto level."

The members of Yamabuki's regular team said with a smile.

They were initially in awe of this seemingly high-class tennis club, but Sengoku easily dispelled their illusions.

Consequently, their gazes toward these elite players were tinged with disdain.

That's all.

however.

Just then, a calm voice rang out.

The Yamabuki members frowned, surprised that anyone would dare to speak up. Sengoku, on the other hand, slung his racket over his shoulder and turned to look with interest.

"Forehead......"

But when his gaze fell on the newcomer, his confident smile froze on his face.

"Tezuka...?!"

"Tezuka Kunimitsu!!!"

Uesugi and the others were suddenly jolted.

They never expected that they would encounter this person at the Youth Stage Club.

Kunimitsu Tezuka.

Qing Xue is selected.

The culprit who shut out Sengoku in this year's tournament, preventing Yamabuki from reaching the semi-finals.

"Gudu."

Nan, Dongfang, and the others subconsciously swallowed.

"What...how did this guy end up here?"

"And he's wearing a Youth Terrace club player's jacket. Could it be that he...?"

Upon realizing this, everyone immediately felt a sense of foreboding.

"what happened?"

However, the players of the Seishundai Club, who were initially intimidated by Sengoku's strength, quickly came to their senses.

One of them sneered, "Weren't you so arrogant just now? Why are you silent now?!"

"Well."

Sengoku, Uesugi, and the others looked grim.

Especially Sengoku, he was in the right in this matter, after all, Akagi was arrogant and there was nothing wrong with him teaching him a lesson.

The problem is that he went too far.

What started as a personal feud has escalated into a confrontation between Yamabuki and the Seishundai Club. Even if Banta were here, he wouldn't be able to side with him; in fact, he'd have to teach Banta a lesson.

of course.

That's not the point.

The root cause is that he wasn't strong enough and ran into a brick wall.

Facing this Seigaku regular who easily defeated him months ago and whose strength is unfathomable, Sengoku has no confidence whatsoever.

But he was unwilling to bow his head here.

Not only him, but Uesugi, as the head of the Yamabuki brigade, was also caught in a dilemma. Admitting his mistake would make people look down on Yamabuki.

But if they were to face off head-on, neither he nor Sengoku would be confident.

"How to do?"

Nan, Dongfang, and the others exchanged glances, all seeing the unease in the eyes of the others, each one like an ant on a hot pan.

"My dear friend, what do you think about this...?"

Not far away.

The middle-aged man wearing sunglasses, Araki, the coach of the Youth Stage Club, turned his head and glanced at the old man with a full head of white hair next to him.

The two knew each other, and Araki even considered himself a junior. Their original intention was for the Yamabuki members to walk around the club, observe, and broaden their horizons.

Unexpectedly, the conflict between Sengoku and Akagi escalated midway through the match, turning into a tennis duel. Even more unexpectedly, after winning the match, Sengoku became arrogant and took down several people from the club, putting both sides in a difficult position.

Araki had indeed been quite uncomfortable, and he was naturally very satisfied that Tezuka had appeared and intimidated his opponent. However, he didn't want to offend the old man in front of him and embarrass him.

The problem is that after Tezuka spoke, everyone in Yamabuki seemed to be frightened and no one dared to respond.

"It's okay."

Bantian waved his hand and said calmly, "These kids are always unreliable. It's a good thing that someone can teach them a lesson."

He's seventy years old after all, so naturally he wouldn't get angry over such a small thing. But disappointment is inevitable.

Uesugi, as the department head, didn't even have the courage to step forward and negotiate. Sengoku, on whom Banta had placed high hopes, was similarly intimidated by his opponent, becoming arrogant at first and then humble later, making him a laughingstock.

"Qianshi..."

Seeing the reactions of the Yamabuki crew, Tezuka was somewhat surprised and disappointed. He hadn't expected them to be unable to even give a direct response.

Even the head of the Yamabuki team is not competent enough. It is precisely at times like these that he should take on the responsibility of being the team's pillar.

With a sigh, Tezuka thought to himself, "It seems like next year's Yamabuki might..."

"I'll do it."

But just then, a voice suddenly rang out.

Ok?

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a boy with long black bangs covering his eyes, about the same height as Sengoku, walk past the Yamabuki group and stand at the edge of the court.

"Since the problem arose from tennis, let's solve it with tennis."

Shechuan looked up, a smile on his face, at the bespectacled boy opposite him: "What do you think, my friend?"

Chapter 35 One-Shot Victory, Shibukawa vs. Tezuka

After Shechuan finished speaking, the scene became quiet for a moment.

The club's players frowned, but given Sengoku's strong performance, they dared not say anything more.

On the other hand, the people on Yamabuki's side all looked somewhat surprised and uncertain.

"what's the situation?"

"Doesn't Shibukawa know that the person on the other side is Tezuka from Seigaku?"

"This... I'm afraid he really doesn't know."

"This isn't a matter of knowing or not knowing. That's Tezuka Kunimitsu! Don't forget, in the semifinals of this year's tournament, Sengoku didn't even win a single game against him!!!"

In their eyes, although Tezuka was only 13 years old and a second-year junior high school student, the fact that he could easily defeat Sengoku meant that his strength was definitely at the national level.

Shechuan's actions were undoubtedly asking for trouble.

"Shechuan, don't do anything reckless."

At this moment, Uesugi spoke up, trying to stop the other party.

Although he wasn't confident he could fight Tezuka, as the captain, Uesugi still had to be responsible for his team members.

"It's alright, Minister."

To everyone's surprise, Shechuan turned his head, a smile appearing on his handsome face: "This matter will eventually have to be resolved, won't it?"

"Uh!"

Uesugi was stunned.

Meanwhile, Sengoku and the other Yamabuki players on the field stared in astonishment at the boy's retreating figure as he continued walking onto the field.

Sengoku, in particular, felt a complex mix of emotions that he couldn't quite describe.

"This kid..."

Not far away, Banta watched the black-haired boy who had stepped forward, his admiration growing even stronger. He knew the boy's personality well: calm, unassuming, and fond of blending into the crowd.

It is undoubtedly very courageous of them to stand up now when both Sengoku and Uesugi are intimidated.

As for the claim that Shibukawa didn't know Tezuka and acted recklessly, Banta didn't believe it for a second. On the contrary, it was clearly a signal that the other party wasn't going to keep a low profile any longer.

Banta was also curious about what kind of confidence his opponent had that made him dare to fight Tezuka alone.

...

"A competition?"

Tezuka raised an eyebrow as he watched Shibukawa enter the court.

He is no longer the spirited young man who joined Seigaku a little over a year ago. Because of that accident, he has become more composed, less flamboyant, and more focused on the big picture.

Originally, he only intended to stop this farce.

Unexpectedly, no one on Yamabuki's side dared to respond, leading to a misunderstanding among the members of the Seishundai Club, who then started to mock them, further escalating the conflict.

now.

Finally, someone from Yamabuki stepped forward.

But the other party suggested using tennis to solve the problem.

"How about this?"

Seeing Tezuka's hesitation, Shibukawa smiled and said, "This matter isn't complicated to begin with, and neither side has any major conflicts. How about we decide the outcome with a single point, and regardless of the result, this matter ends here?"