My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

Sengoku, recalling the details of the first round of the Kanto tournament, quickly overturned his own idea.

The speed of their serve just now... was probably even faster than "Swift as the Wind"!

...

Bang!

Bang!

soon.

Shechuan served two more volleys.

As expected, it was another ace serve that the opponent couldn't even touch. This time, even the slowest-witted people around the court came to their senses.

"What... what kind of serve is this?"

"You're kidding me, right? That Sengoku guy can't even touch a tennis ball?!"

"That was too fast! I didn't even see anything before it was over!!!"

Everyone gaped, their faces filled with disbelief.

Sengoku clenched his fists inwardly; his face was grim after losing three points in a row. However, he was no ordinary player, and he didn't give up even when he was at a disadvantage.

at last.

When Shechuan hit his fourth ball, he finally adapted to his opponent's speed. He anticipated the shot and hit the ball back.

boom!

however.

His response was a high-speed shot from Shechuan, as fast as an arrow, aimed directly at his backhand.

"game!"

"Shechuan, 1-3!"

The man on the high chair took a deep breath and loudly announced the score.

At that moment, he was incredibly excited and shocked.

It was clear to everyone that ever since that guy named Shibukawa flipped his hair and seemed like a completely different person, the rhythm of the match had changed, and Sengoku was utterly powerless to resist this terrifying offensive.

really.

In the fifth game, despite Sengoku serving, he was powerless to resist Shibukawa's high-intensity attack.

fast!

fast!

fast!

The key to Shechuan's offensive was speed!

Sengoku's reaction speed wasn't slow, and coupled with his terrifying ability [Dynamic Vision], he should have been able to easily dominate the game.

however.

Faced with Shibukawa's offensive onslaught, Sengoku rarely managed to hold out for more than three or four rounds. He could barely keep up with the first and second goals, but the third and fourth goals were completely outside Sengoku's reach.

"How could it be so fast?"

Sengoku's knuckles turned white from gripping the paddle so tightly.

He was very unwilling, but he was powerless to resist Shibukawa, who had turned to an offensive stance.

"how?"

At this moment, Shibukawa, who had won two games and regained the right to serve, said with a smile, "I only used 80% of my swing speed, and you can't stand it?"

80% speed?

Are you kidding me?!

Sengoku's pupils contracted slightly, then he abruptly looked up at his opponent. His reason told him that this was a tactic employed by the opponent, an attempt to undermine his fighting spirit through dialogue.

However, a voice deep inside him told him that what the person in front of him was saying was true.

The opponent really only used 80% of their swing speed.

"Hmph! Attack me all you want!"

Sengoku snorted and assumed a defensive stance again: "Give me enough time, and my body will adapt to your swing speed. This match has only just begun!"

He remained calm and was not intimidated.

"is it?"

But Shibukawa glanced at him indifferently, then smiled and said, "Then try and see if you can see my serve clearly."

Swish!

The words fell.

He tossed the tennis ball up again.

Then, using the same smooth and fluid movements as before, with a loud thud, the tennis ball was smashed down by Shibukawa.

"no problem."

Seeing his opponent's move, Sengoku once again amplified his dynamic vision. Previously, he had used dynamic vision to anticipate Shibukawa's serve and act before the ball even flew out of the air.

In this way, he can gain a half-step or even a full-step lead.

That's precisely why he was able to hold his own against Shibukawa. The reason he was at a disadvantage was simply because he wasn't yet used to this style of play.

Once Sengoku adapts, he will be able to face Shibukawa head-on. At that point, with his skill and experience, he will completely regain control of the situation.

"Ok?"

however.

This thought suddenly stopped him as he used his dynamic vision to try and see the situation of his opponent's serve.

"Gone?! Gone?!"

Sengoku's pupils contracted uncontrollably.

The tennis ball, which should have been revealed frame by frame in slow motion, had vanished from his field of vision. He looked around but couldn't see a trace of it.

If he hadn't been certain he heard the sound of the opponent hitting the ball, he would have even suspected that the opponent hadn't hit the serve at all.

Bang!

And just as he averted his gaze.

A pale yellow light suddenly burst forth in front of him without warning.

"15-0!"

"This serve... ugh!"

Sengoku frowned deeply.

He couldn't understand how tennis had actually disappeared from his sight.

"Is it because the serve was too fast?"

"No, that's not right! Even what others see as an afterimage can be detected by me. There's no possibility of losing the trajectory of the tennis ball due to excessive speed."

Sengoku felt heavy-hearted.

His nickname, "Lucky Thousand Stones," isn't simply due to good luck. It stems from his "Dynamic Vision," which allows him to clearly observe his opponents' actions and skillfully deflect their attacks each time.

When this happens frequently, others will see it as a sign of good luck.

But now.

His dynamic vision... has completely lost its function.

"What exactly did you do?"

Taking a deep breath, Sengoku asked the question that had been on his mind. But then he suddenly realized how foolish his question was.

In the midst of a duel, I was foolish enough to ask the other party about the secret of their ultimate move.

However, to Sengoku's surprise, Shibukawa smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just used a little trick. Also, Sengoku, sometimes, it's not a good thing to trust your eyes too much."

"Well."

Sengoku's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

But then he suppressed his inner turmoil, his expression calmed down again, and his eyes sharpened as he looked at his opponent.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

just.

In the ensuing match, the tennis ball seemed to completely disappear from Sengoku's sight. It wasn't until Shibukawa took a 4-3 lead that Sengoku noticed the shadow of the tennis ball as the bright sunlight suddenly shone down from the clearing clouds.

Sphere shadow?

Sengoku stared intently at the ground.

He finally found a way to break the secret of the Sichuan project.

But the other person just laughed.

Under Sengoku's astonished gaze, when Shibukawa hit the ball next, it produced an abnormally harsh and piercing sound.

"What's this?!"

Then.

Sengoku then saw that the tennis ball had been scattered into five or six overlapping afterimages. He thought he was seeing things and shook his head vigorously, but found that the strange phenomenon still existed.

Bang!

The ghosting didn't disappear until the tennis ball hit the ground.

"game!"

"Shechuan, 5-3!"

The man on the high chair spoke loudly.

At this moment, his gaze towards Shibukawa became filled with utter awe. It was unimaginable that his opponent had managed to win five consecutive games and completely suppress Sengoku.

Sengoku was equally shocked.

"What exactly was that ball just now?"

He could no longer control his emotions and stared intently at his opponent, asking the question.

"Another simple trick."

Shechuan laughed and said, "I told you, sometimes over-reliance on a certain ability can be fatal."

"Well."

This time, Sengoku did not refute it.

The opponent has proven this in two different ways.

"Your dynamic vision is indeed very impressive."

At this moment, Shibukawa spoke again. A playful smile appeared on his handsome and cool face, which had become even more striking due to the change in his appearance: "But for me, there are at least three ways to break this."

Three types?

Sengoku's heart skipped a beat.

The other party had already used two different methods to render his dynamic vision ineffective. Is this the third method coming next?

Sengoku thought to himself.

At this moment, facing Shibukawa in front of him, he suddenly felt extremely unfamiliar.

In a daze.

The figure of the other person vaguely overlapped with that of Tezuka from Seigaku, Atobe from Hyotei, and Sanada, the "Tennis Emperor" from Rikkai.