My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

To this, Rinlai, sitting on the high chair, smiled dismissively.

"These idiots don't even know about the Thousand Stone Tiger Cannon. They're so ignorant."

It's no wonder he didn't take these people seriously before; these guys who couldn't even get away with something in a regional qualifier were hardly any better than beginners.

However, it's worth noting that Iriki was somewhat surprised that Sengoku used the [Tiger Cannon] right from the start. After all, such a deadly move could determine the course of the match.

Swish!

And at this time.

Sengoku had already jumped to the highest point, and at the same time, the tennis ball flew to the right position. He raised his racket, and the length of the racket plus the length of his arm, at the moment of the swing, hit the tennis ball precisely in the 'sweet spot' of the racket's contact point.

"Well!"

Upon seeing this, Rulai's pupils contracted.

Previously, he had only watched Sengoku's serve from an outsider's perspective. At the time, he only felt it was terrifying, but now it seemed that his opponent's experience in connecting each part of the serve was incredibly refined and astonishing.

boom!

next moment.

Sengoku swung his racket and slammed it into the tennis ball.

In an instant, the tennis ball, imbued with tremendous force, hurtled down like a cannonball. And given Sengoku's experience in serving, the path he chose was, unsurprisingly, the shortest one.

therefore.

In the eyes of others.

This tennis ball, resembling a smash, not only produces a crisp sound and tremendous power upon impact, but its speed is also so fast that it is difficult for onlookers to perceive with the naked eye.

Even those sitting in the referee's seat could only catch a faint glimpse of his image.

This made him break out in a cold sweat.

What a joke!

If a referee can't even clearly see where the ball lands during a serve, what authority does his ruling have?!

Swish!

but.

Just as he was trying to focus and see the ball's trajectory clearly, someone else appeared before him at the point where the tennis ball would land, even faster than his own eyesight.

"It's him?"

"So fast!!!"

Upon entering, I was suddenly startled.

This wasn't the first time Shibukawa had retaliated against the "Tiger Cannon." With his now-improved leg strength and a level 7 racket swing, he barely even looked before raising his hand to smash the landing tennis ball.

boom!

A crisp sound.

Sengoku's heavy weapon, the Tiger Cannon, was intercepted by Shibukawa on its very first attempt.

"This guy?!"

Sengoku, still suspended in mid-air, narrowed his eyes.

His Tiger Cannon shot was not at the level of the last intensive training session. Although it wasn't at full power, Sengoku was certain that the opponent wouldn't be able to catch up with the first shot.

however.

In reality, Shibukawa not only caught up, but also swung his racket to receive the ball as it bounced off the ground, delivering a perfectly timed half-volley.

but.

Sengoku's surprise lasted only a moment, then a cold glint appeared in his eyes.

Without him.

His "Tiger Cannon" serve was not only fast, but its power was also far superior to the defective version he had used before. In his view, even if Shibukawa managed to return the ball, he would at most hit the net, and it would be impossible for him to succeed.

Bang!

But the next moment.

Before he even landed, a pale yellow light suddenly exploded beneath his feet. This unexpected change caused Qian Shi's expression to shift slightly.

So much so that he almost lost his balance when he landed.

"0, 0-15!"

The person sitting on the high chair announced the score in a trembling voice.

"Is this a lie? Is it a lie?"

Then, he looked at the side of the court as if he were looking at a monster, at the black-haired boy who was slowly putting away his racket, his face devoid of joy or sorrow.

"Shigawa letter?"

Who exactly is he?

"They actually broke through Sengoku's Tiger Cannon right from the start! That's a powerful serve that even Captain Tanaka couldn't handle!!"

I was deeply shocked when I entered.

That single shot completely changed his perception of Shibukawa. Although he had never heard of the name before, he was certain that the opponent was at least a player of Sengoku's caliber.

"What...what happened?"

Compared to the shock of entering, the others were mostly bewildered. They still didn't understand what had happened.

Just moments before, Sengoku had delivered an amazing serve. But in the blink of an eye, the tennis ball was back behind the serving player.

what is this?

Is it a magic trick?

"This guy..."

Compared to the others, Sengoku, whose proud serve was instantly broken, appeared calm, but his subconscious grip on his racket betrayed his true thoughts.

Although he had long known that the other party was no longer the boy who had once been able to force him back to his crippled state with all his might [Tiger Cannon].

But when he actually saw his opponent, who broke through his serve with almost all his might without hesitation, Sengoku still felt a little dazed.

too fast!

The opponent's growth rate is so fast that it feels unbelievable!

It's hard to imagine that less than three months ago, the other party was just a nobody in the Yamabuki fandom.

And now.

However, he has grown to the point that even Sengoku has to regard him as a formidable rival!

"very good."

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Sengoku looked at his opponent with a serious expression. His eyes flashed with an unprecedented sharpness.

"I will hold nothing back in this match."

Bang!

immediately.

Sengoku delivered a powerful kick.

Although it wasn't a "Tiger Cannon," its speed and power still caused the person sitting in the referee's seat to change their expression drastically.

He saw it clearly; this serve was nothing like the one that had just defeated him so easily. If it were him, he wouldn't have had any chance to counterattack.

Tap tap!

however.

A figure with black hair suddenly appeared near the landing point of the tennis ball, like a ghost.

With a loud bang.

Shibukawa raised his hand and swung his racket, hitting the tennis ball towards the far point on Sengoku's backhand side. The latter was not to be outdone, quickly moving over and hitting the ball back to the far point on Shibukawa's backhand side as well.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Then.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone.

The two players began a long-distance tug-of-war along the baseline, each time attacking the other's opposite side and forcing their opponents to switch defenses quickly.

The intense back-and-forth battle left the surrounding audience breathless.

What truly amazed the referee was the speed of their duel. Far from slowing down as time went on, it seemed to get faster and faster, with each shot becoming increasingly powerful.

"No! It's not an illusion!"

Rulai subconsciously swallowed, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two. Finally, it settled on the black-haired boy.

"Forget about Sengoku, he's a top-tier fighter in the Kanto region. But who is this Shibukawa? When did Yamabuki acquire such a formidable figure?!"

Chapter 46 The True Face of Shechuan (4000 words)

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

on the field.

The two figures clashed fiercely.

The crowd outside the stadium was completely stunned by the two players' offensive exchange, and everyone had a blank expression on their faces.

"This guy...is incredibly strong!"

Sengoku returned the tennis ball again, a look of shock flashing in his eyes.

He hadn't expected that even using nearly 80% of his strength, he still couldn't suppress his opponent. Although he had overestimated his opponent before the match, it now seemed that Shibukawa's strength was completely on par with his own.

Bang!

Just then.

A crisp sound of the ball being struck rang out.

Before Sengoku could react in surprise, the tennis ball whizzed past him. In that brief moment of distraction, his opponent had seized the opportunity?

Boom!

The tennis ball lands on the ground.

Looking at the clear imprint of the ball's trajectory on the ground, the man in the high chair announced loudly, "0-30!"

The scene quieted down.

Everyone looked at Shibukawa with surprise or shock.

Sengoku's name was practically legendary to them. He was, in a sense, the best tennis player in the region.

Putting everything else aside, they had just witnessed firsthand that the guy who had utterly defeated them could only slink away in the face of Sengoku.

however.

Even someone as strong as Sengoku is currently being suppressed.

"Again."

Taking a light breath, Sengoku hit the tennis ball again.

He was unwilling to accept defeat, believing that he had been distracted and that his opponent had taken advantage of the situation. Otherwise, he might not have lost the point.

therefore.

After that shot, Sengoku decisively launched an attack. He was already very experienced, and with his excellent technique and sharp insight, he did indeed show signs of putting Shibukawa on the defensive from the start.