My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

This ball is extremely powerful and has a very strong stickiness.

Once the ball touches the racket, the power it unleashes is unstoppable. Moreover, Uesugi himself is known for his offensive style of tennis.

With the added strength of his, the ball was more powerful than imagined.

"Well."

Banda then narrowed his eyes.

Uesugi's shot was indeed beautiful, but the problem was that it presented Shibukawa with a difficult challenge. In a normal match, even a professional player would choose to avoid such a desperate counterattack.

After all, there's no need to increase the probability of injury by playing a ball that has no impact on the outcome of the game.

However, the stance of those involved in the Sichuan issue is completely different.

This match is his chance to prove himself.

If he backs down at this crucial moment, even if he wins against Uesugi, it will diminish his prestige among the other team members.

The question is... can he stop it?

Bantian's face was tense, and he felt a headache coming on.

If Shechuan manages to block the attack, that's fine. But if he fails and embarrasses himself in front of everyone, the damage to his prestige will be even more severe than avoiding the battle altogether.

"so......"

Thinking of this, Bantian looked up, his gaze fixed on the black-haired boy opposite him: "What would you do?"

"Oh."

at the same time.

On one side of the court, facing a powerful two-handed smash, Shibukawa's handsome and dashing face showed no sign of panic. Instead, he smiled slightly and let out a soft laugh.

"Good timing."

Immediately.

Amidst the astonished gazes of onlookers, Shibukawa advanced instead of retreating, gripping his racket with one hand and assuming a power-gathering stance.

When the tennis ball flew to within half a meter of him, he rotated his body, using his legs, waist, and arms to generate power in a chain reaction, converging the force at the tip of his racket as he swung the ball.

boom!

next moment.

The ball and racket collide.

The scenario that I had imagined—where Shibukawa's racket was knocked away, or where he was knocked backward by Uesugi's super-powerful shot—did not occur.

in contrast.

The racket in his hand remained pressed against the tennis ball, as if glued together. Viewers could even see the tennis ball constantly pressing against the racket face, causing a visibly sunken inward at the point of impact.

Even though Shibukawa had pushed the racket forward, the tennis ball still didn't come off.

"Gudu!"

The man sitting on the high chair swallowed hard.

Meanwhile, the teammates around them, especially the regular players who had a deeper understanding of tennis, stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

They couldn't imagine the terrifying power that ball would eventually unleash.

Chi!

next moment.

The tennis ball finally broke free from Shibukawa's racket and, in an instant, flew past Uesugi, who was still swinging his racket with both hands and whose body had not yet landed, like a cannonball.

Whoosh!!

A sudden gust of wind whipped Uesugi's hair wildly. He instinctively widened his eyes, his pupils instantly shrinking to pinpoints.

"This guy... beat me back?!"

Boom!

next second.

The tennis ball bounced off the ground with no loss of force, slamming into the wire mesh behind Uesugi with a loud thud.

Sizzle!

As the tennis ball spun rapidly, sparks flew across the wire mesh, which swayed up and down as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

a long time.

Even after the tennis ball stopped spinning, it remained embedded in the shell, with wisps of black smoke constantly emanating from it.

"The game is over."

Despite his best efforts to control his emotions, Nan, sitting on the high chair, still couldn't stop trembling as he said, "Shoku...Shoku Kawanobu wins, the score...6-0!"

The words fell.

The stadium fell silent for several seconds.

Everyone's thoughts seemed to still be stuck on the moment when Shibukawa violently returned the tennis ball.

a long time.

A collective gasp brought everyone back to their senses.

"You...you lost?"

One of the third-year team members seemed unable to accept this reality, and said dejectedly, "That Uesugi guy actually lost to Shibukawa?"

Upon hearing this...

The third-year regulars could only manage a helpless, bitter smile.

It's more than just a loss.

In this match, Uesugi was completely dominated. It was no less disastrous than the crushing defeat he suffered against Atobe of Hyotei after the National Tournament.

"hiss!"

At this time.

A gasp of shock rang out.

However, Uesugi lost his balance and fell to the ground, clutching his right leg with both hands, trying to straighten the cramped, centipede-like muscle.

"Muromachi, quickly get an ice pack."

Minami jumped down from the high chair, and Muromachi, whom he had called, reacted quickly. He immediately went to the place where first aid tools were stored, took out an ice pack from a temperature-controlled foam box, and ran to hand it to Minami.

"It's okay, I'm not that fragile."

Just as Nan was about to apply an ice pack to Uesugi's cramped area, the latter waved his hand, forced himself to stand up, and limped towards the net.

Seeing this, Shechuan also went over.

The two exchanged a glance and shook hands in tacit agreement in front of the net.

"You are indeed very strong."

Despite the excruciating pain in his right leg, Uesugi smiled and said, "I'm relieved to leave Yamabuki to you now."

Despite losing badly.

But what Uesugi said at this moment was sincere. In his view, only by letting Shibukawa taste the same crushing defeat he had suffered against Atobe in the national tournament not long ago, with a 6-0 victory, could he prove that he was qualified to fight against him.

"Don't worry, senior."

Seeing that the other party acknowledged him, Shibukawa smiled and nodded, saying, "Next year, I will definitely lead Yamabuki to the national tournament."

Upon hearing this...

Excited applause immediately erupted from outside the stadium.

However, to everyone's surprise, including Uesugi's, Shibukawa, who had already proven himself with absolute strength, turned around and faced the crowd.

"I am not the captain of Yamabuki yet. So, if anyone wants to compete with me for this position, they can challenge me at any time."

"this......"

Everyone looked at each other.

Some people subconsciously glanced in the direction of Sengoku. In their eyes, if anyone could challenge Shibukawa at this moment, it would be this "lucky Sengoku."

Even the gazes of Banta, Uesugi, Minami, and others all turned to look at him.

Sengoku Kiyosumi.

Yamabuki was once the most talented member of the team.

Even now, everyone believes that Sengoku is still qualified to challenge Shibukawa. The outcome of their duel is still uncertain.

"Congratulations."

However, to everyone's surprise, Sengoku not only did not challenge Shibukawa, but instead smiled and nodded at him.

"what's the situation?"

"Sengoku didn't accept the challenge? Could it be that he really has no interest in the ministerial position at all?"

"Most likely, after all, for him, nothing is more enjoyable than flirting with girls."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Kentaro Minami sighed, while Uesugi smiled, seemingly unconcerned.

Only Shibukawa and Banta, who were watching from the sidelines, could clearly see the dejected look in the eyes of the former minister.

Obviously.

Uesugi was disappointed with Sengoku's choice.

However, only Sengoku and Shibukawa knew the truth. Sengoku, in particular, could only manage a bitter smile after seeing the discussions and Uesugi's disappointed expression.

That's right.

He indeed had no interest in the ministerial position.

But the question is, doesn't he want to take on the challenge of Shibuya?

Taking a deep breath, Sengoku turned and left. Only Shibukawa could clearly see that the other man's knuckles were white from clenching his fists.

Obviously.

The duel two days ago, and the disappointed expression on Uesugi's face just now, have once again deeply provoked his opponent.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the other person will likely end their period of complacency and focus more on training.

This is something that Shechuan is happy to see.

After all, no matter how strong he is, he can't fight alone. Only by making his companions stronger can they shake those opponents whose overall strength is ridiculously high.

"But finally, I'm standing in this position."

Shechuan looked around and saw the awe in the eyes of his teammates when they looked at him. His nerves, which had been tense since the beginning of the journey, finally relaxed a little.

but.

He did not slack off.

Instead, he began to consider how, after becoming the minister, he should formulate a plan to help the team members, especially the outstanding players in the first and second years, improve their skills quickly.

In an instant.

The training methods of the protagonist's team in the original work, as well as the hellish training program for the U17 team, all came to mind.

"Ok?"

Just then, Shibukawa seemed to see something, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"This is...a new feature?!"

At this moment.

Within his field of vision, where he could only access his own data panel according to his own wishes, some messy information suddenly appeared.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that this wasn't his own data. Instead, it was like a character panel in an online game; what he saw were the names, identities, and stats of everyone else on the team.

[Character Information]