My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

You have to understand, back at the Seishundai Club, the boy in front of you launched a fierce attack on Tezuka without any hesitation.

Furthermore, through a series of interconnected and strategic maneuvers, they secured a point directly from Tezuka's hand.

Even if Sengoku is very confident in his own abilities, he wouldn't be so arrogant as to think that he is under more pressure than Tezuka.

Obviously.

The other party still has reservations.

Sengoku had been keeping a close watch on things, not daring to let his guard down.

"really."

Upon hearing Sengoku's words, Shibukawa smiled and said, "Since you've even resorted to dynamic vision, I have no reason to keep hiding it."

This statement came out.

Everyone around, including the person sitting on the high chair, was taken aback.

"This guy... actually still has some strength left to spare?"

He squinted as he entered.

At the same time, he also caught the key phrase 'dynamic vision' mentioned by Shibukawa. This is Sengoku's strongest weapon, even more dangerous than the Tiger Cannon.

In other words...

Thinking of this, Ira looked at Shibukawa with a hint of surprise and uncertainty: "Sengoku was able to suppress this person just now because of his dynamic vision?"

More importantly, even so, they still couldn't force the opponent to reveal their true strength!

"really."

Upon hearing Shibukawa's reply, Sengoku's heart sank. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at his opponent, seemingly wanting to see what move his opponent would make.

"Ok?"

But the next moment.

Everyone, including Sengoku, was bewildered by Shibukawa's actions.

The opponent held the racket to their side, then pinched their bangs back with both hands. Their black hair was neatly flipped outwards, leaving only a single strand sticking up slightly.

Then.

A black hairband had appeared on Shigekawa's left hand at some point, and he skillfully tied up his excess long hair.

In an instant.

The once unremarkable, unremarkable boy with delicate features became more defined after he swept his hair back, especially his eyes, which were as calm, clear, and incredibly deep as obsidian.

"Well."

Upon seeing this, Sengoku's expression changed slightly.

The other party had only made a simple gesture, but in his eyes, Shibukawa suddenly transformed from a silent and introverted figure into a sharp and piercing sword!

"So, this is your true nature?"

Sengoku looked at the boy in front of him and said with a furrowed brow.

The change in the other person's appearance further solidified his previous suspicions. This person had been biding their time, secretly accumulating power.

And now.

The other party seemed to have ended their period of hiding behind the scenes and revealed their true nature. Moreover, with just one glance, Sengoku felt an inexplicable pressure enveloping him.

Swish!

Immediately.

Sengoku spread his legs, lowered his center of gravity, and assumed a serious, ready-to-fight stance.

"Come on, Shibukawa."

"Let me see your true strength!"

Chapter 47 Complete Suppression (4000 words)

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One side of the stadium.

With his hair swept back, revealing a sharply defined, cold face, Shibukawa lightly patted the tennis ball twice before catching it in his hand.

Then.

He looked up at Sengoku across from him: "Your dynamic vision is indeed an amazing ability. However, on the tennis court, even if you can see the trajectory of the tennis ball clearly like in slow motion, it's still just seeing it."

What do you mean?

Those around frowned.

They didn't understand; the atmosphere of the competition was about to erupt. Yet, this boy, who had changed his appearance, was saying things that sounded completely incomprehensible.

"Just seeing...that's all?"

Sengoku frowned, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Madness!

This was the first thought that popped into his mind.

[Dynamic vision] is an ability that is incredibly advantageous to Sengoku. Moreover, being able to clearly see the opponent's movements and changes in their shots is something that many people, even national-level players, dare not even dream of.

The guy in front of him used such flippant words to describe him, which made Sengoku very indignant. It also strengthened his resolve; he would hit the next ball with all his might, giving his opponent a profound lesson.

call!

At this time.

Shechuan tossed the tennis ball into the air.

Then, he stood on his tiptoes, his body stretched out like a longbow to a full moon, and the muscles in his legs, waist (core), and arms exploded in a chain reaction.

finally.

All the power, along with the swing of his arm, was concentrated at the tip of the racket in his hand, and he slammed it down on the tennis ball in mid-air.

A loud bang.

Under the shocked gazes of Iru and the others, Shibukawa's serve shot forward like a cannonball.

In the tennis world, everyone knows that to serve well, you need a good waist and strong core power.

After this period of training, Shechuan's physique had already improved by more than double. Moreover, he had awakened the passive divine skill [Core Enhancement].

In addition, there's a 20% swing speed bonus from [Rapid Backswing].

now.

The serve that Shechuan hit was incredibly fast.

Therefore, almost instinctively, Sengoku used his strongest [Dynamic Vision].

In an instant.

In his eyes, the surrounding environment slowed down.

The tennis ball that was originally shooting towards us was transformed into a slow-motion video, broken down frame by frame.

"I see!"

A glint flashed in Sengoku's eyes. A smile played on his lips as he looked at Shibukawa, as if silently proving his own power.

"Oh."

But then, Sengoku saw Shibukawa smile.

That faint smile, though it appeared gentle, was, in Sengoku's eyes, a silent mockery of him.

Sengoku was immediately enraged.

And all of this was over in the blink of an eye. Without the slightest hesitation, Sengoku set off to chase after the tennis ball.

however.

Just as he was about to lift his foot, an extremely strange sense of contrast surged in his heart. He could clearly see the trajectory of the serve, and even see the rapidly spinning downy hairs on the tennis ball.

But at this moment, his body was completely out of his control.

No matter how he tried to move his body to catch the ball, he couldn't move an inch.

It was at this time.

A sense of absurdity and eeriness welled up in Sengoku's mind. The more he used his [Dynamic Vision] to observe, the clearer he saw, and the stronger the feeling of disconnect between his body and his brain became.

The frustration of being unable to move an inch, especially the sight of himself being unable to move even half a step, caused him immense pain.

What appeared to be a fleeting moment to outsiders was, for Sengoku, a long and agonizing ordeal.

Boom!

at last.

The tennis ball lands on the ground.

Sengoku also lost his dynamic vision.

Under the astonished gazes of those around him, he stood rooted to the spot, like a statue, watching helplessly as the tennis ball bounced away right in front of him.

"Gudu."

The man sitting on the high chair subconsciously swallowed.

Although he didn't know what had happened, the strange situation on the field gave him a sudden chill.

After a moment, having calmed down, he finally spoke: "15-0!"

"call......"

At the bottom line.

Sengoku exhaled a deep breath of stale air.

When he looked at Shechuan again, his eyes were full of solemnity.

"Has your hitting speed reached such a terrifying level?"

now.

So shocked was he that a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. A gentle breeze made him realize that the back of his clothes was soaked through.

terrible!

The opponent's serve reminded Sengoku of the fear he felt when he was dominated by that cold-faced boy in the semifinals of this year's tournament. He could see everything, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

And now.

He had that feeling again.

Sengoku knew very well that the speed of his opponent's serve was faster than his reaction time. Even if he could see it, there was nothing he could do.

"Such an incredible swing speed..."

Sengoku couldn't help but recall the scene of the first round of the Kanto Tournament, where Yamabuki and Rikkai faced off.

Despite Yamabuki being eliminated in singles 3 due to three consecutive losses, the tournament rules stipulate that each team's first-round match must be played for the full duration.

So.

Besides Yanagi, Sengoku also saw another member of Rikkai's Big Three: Genichiro Sanada, now known as the "Emperor of Tennis."

The opponent was a genuine national-level master, whose strength was unfathomable.

Sengoku, on the other hand, had the privilege of witnessing Sanada's exaggeratedly fast backswing speed. From this, he learned the fastest of Sanada's four ultimate techniques.

"Well."

Thinking of this, Sengoku suddenly looked up, his gaze deep as he looked at Shibukawa opposite him: "His serve just now was no less impressive than Sanada's 'Swift as the Wind,' was it?"

Do not!