My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

Moreover, he also wanted to use this match to prove his strength, ensuring that his opponent wouldn't have any other ideas after joining St. Rudolph.

"Fuji-kun".

Seeing that Mizuki had agreed, Shibukawa turned to Fuji Yuta and said, "I'd appreciate it if you could be the referee for our match."

"Okay, okay."

Yuta nodded.

He was also eager to know who was stronger between the two. However, this was his first time serving as a referee, and he was somewhat nervous.

After climbing onto the high chair, he looked at the two of them and, imitating the referees he usually saw, said, "Let's start by guessing who gets to serve."

"No need."

Kanzuki waved his hand and smiled, "Let's give the right to choose first to Shibukawa."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the baseline.

"Forehead."

Yuta paused for a moment, then looked at Shibukawa, whose face showed no emotion. He simply nodded and turned to leave as well.

Was that a provocation tactic?

Yuta thought to himself as he sat on the high chair.

He's no longer a tennis novice; he's encountered similar tactics from Seigaku and Sarujima. It's a tactic of provoking and angering the opponent to the point of losing their temper.

"But."

After a pause, Yuta frowned and looked at Shibukawa again: "Will this tactic really work against Shibukawa-senpai?"

But in reality, he only thought about the first level.

Mizuki's decision to relinquish the serve wasn't simply to provoke Shibukawa. Rather, it was a strategic retreat, allowing her opponent to serve first while she secretly gathered data.

"The match begins, one game to decide the winner."

A moment later, Yuta, sitting upright in his high chair, announced loudly, "Shibukawa serves, game over!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

At the bottom line.

Shibukawa lightly tapped the tennis ball twice, caught it in his hand, glanced at his opponent, and then tossed the ball high into the air.

Bang!

Then.

He swung his racket quickly and hit the tennis ball.

"Bullet serve?"

Seeing the speed of the serve, Yuta's expression changed slightly as he sat on the high chair: "That's right, it's the same serve you used during the match against Minister Imura."

This serve is very fast, and the starting motion is concealed, so it's really hard for the opponent to react if they're not paying attention.

Bang!

but.

Mizuki's response was very skillful.

He not only caught up with the tennis ball, but also returned it with a very tricky cross-court smash. This forced Shibukawa, who had been moving towards the middle after his serve, to turn back again.

After catching up with the tennis ball, he didn't hold back and hit a forehand straight smash.

"nice shot!"

After seeing the trajectory of the tennis ball clearly, Yuta secretly cheered.

The most difficult shot to master in tennis is this kind of sidespin, which is more likely to go out of bounds compared to hitting the ball in the middle.

"His swing is very steady."

On the other side, as Mizuki quickly chased after the tennis ball, she thought to herself, "From the moment he caught up with the ball to the moment he returned it, his reaction time was less than 0.5 seconds. It's clear that his basic skills are very solid."

As for hitting the ball to the side, Mizuki wasn't surprised at all. At a certain level, this kind of shot is not difficult at all; what he really needed to pay attention to was his opponent's basic skills.

One or two beautiful curveballs don't mean much. Only the details can reveal the true strength of your opponent.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

soon.

The two players clashed on the court for about ten rounds.

Both sides reacted quickly, their shots were swift and precise, and the pace of the game continued to accelerate. Even Yuta, the referee sitting on his high chair, seemed to be struggling.

Bang!

At last.

Shibukawa seized the opportunity and scored from Mizuki's hand with a quick through ball.

"15-0!"

Yuta announced the score, while Mizuki put away her racket expressionlessly.

after that.

The two continued their exchange.

Both sides had their share of wins and losses, but overall, Shechuan was in the lead. In the 3rd minute, he successfully held his serve, taking a temporary 1-0 lead.

But in the second game...

Mizuki changed his playing style.

They started hitting more balls with deeper placements, forcing Shibukawa to retreat. As the distance increased, the ball's flight time became longer while the speed remained the same, which subtly slowed down the pace of the match.

"this......"

Yuta, sitting on the high chair, stared in disbelief.

Before they knew it, the score had become 40-0, with Mizuki leading her opponent by a large margin.

"Wh-when?"

He found it incredible.

Even as the referee, I didn't notice that Mizuki had already scored 3 points in a row.

"Oh."

Watching Shibukawa once again being pinned to the baseline by a ball that landed extremely deep, Mizuki, who had already taken control of the game's rhythm, gently swung her racket and hit a light, short ball.

Pat-pat...

The tennis ball rolled down after going over the net.

"game!"

Seeing this, Yuta shouted, "Kanzuki, 1-1!"

immediately.

He looked at Mizuki, his eyes full of doubt, wondering how the other party had won this round.

Are you surprised?

Guan Yue simply smiled faintly.

For him, this was just basic maneuvering. His tennis style involved using a series of maneuvers after serving to make the game unfold according to his own script.

That's right.

Each point scored didn't seem particularly spectacular. But these seemingly ordinary points, accumulated slowly, led to a qualitative change.

Even more terrifying.

Most opponents don't even know how they lost.

only.

Despite losing a game, Shibukawa remained remarkably calm.

Standing at the baseline, he took a deep breath and launched a surprise attack without warning. After hitting the serve with a thud, he immediately moved to the net.

Seeing this, Guan Yue not only did not show any panic, but also revealed a faint smile.

"That's right, that's exactly it."

"After your attack is thwarted, unleash your full potential."

immediately.

He began to defend, retreating while using topspin shots to maneuver around the court. He tried to confine his opponent to the middle of the court, while mentally noting the landing point of each of Shibukawa's returns.

"When people are anxious, it's hard to hide their true thoughts. To score, you can only keep attacking, gradually revealing your tennis style!"

at this time.

He peeled away the layers like an onion, gradually forcing his opponent to reveal their true tennis skills.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Seemingly impatient with its attack stalled, Shechuan launched an even more ferocious offensive.

Seeing this, the corners of Guanyue's mouth curved upwards even more.

"Most people usually take an aggressive stance when serving. But being aggressive means greater risk and a greater chance of making mistakes."

"Furthermore, making a mistake is not necessarily a failure; it could be hitting a seemingly brilliant shot that leaves an even bigger opening."

Guan Yue is very patient.

He was like a hunter, slowly watching his prey fall into the trap. He enjoyed the process, the feeling of being a behind-the-scenes screenwriter, making his opponent follow his predetermined script.

Bang!

Sudden.

Shechuan hit a fast smash.

Yuta, sitting on the high chair, couldn't help but cheer, because the arc was so beautiful. Not only was it gorgeous, but the landing point was also extremely tricky.

"coming!"

However, upon seeing the ball, Mizuki's smile became even brighter.

Tap tap!

Immediately, he unleashed a burst of leg power, quickly chasing after the tennis ball. He then struck the open space created by Shibukawa's 'full-force' smash.

Bang!

The tennis ball lands on the ground.

Shechuan's movements were noticeably stiff.

Yuta, sitting on the high chair, stared wide-eyed in disbelief. After a long pause, he finally managed to say, "0-15!"

"This match... is over."

Despite only winning one point, Mizuki had already made a prediction about the outcome of the match.

really.

In the third game, he used defense and counter-attacks to wear down Shechuan's offensive while he had already figured out his opponent's playing style. He even secretly memorized some of the details of his opponent's shots.

For Mizuki, her grasp of the information on Shibukawa was at least 90%. And the strength she displayed completely surpassed her performance in the duel with Sarushima Chief Inumu.

This also proves his previous conjecture.