My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

The other party seemed to be preparing to stir up the stagnant waters of Yamabuki.

This made Banda even more excited for the upcoming match.

As expected, Sengoku accepted the challenge.

A moment later, the two arrived at the net.

Looking at her calm opponent, Mizuki lightly twirled a strand of hair and smiled, "Sengoku-kun, I've been wanting to have a match with you, the genius of Yamabuki, for a long time. In this match, you must not hold back."

"This guy..."

The Yamabuki fans outside the arena frowned upon hearing this.

Despite his smiling face as he spoke, Mizuki somehow managed to give off an urge to punch him.

but.

What surprised them even more was Sengoku's reaction.

In the past, even if Sengoku didn't get angry, he would definitely have retaliated. But this time, he just glanced at his opponent indifferently, turned around and left, showing no interest whatsoever in vying for the right to serve.

Ok?

This scene not only puzzled the Yamabuki group, but even Mizuki was a little surprised.

Since he chose to come to Yamabuki, he had thoroughly studied the personalities of everyone on the team beforehand. In particular, he found and repeatedly watched the videos of every recorded game of Sengoku.

Mizuki is a person who likes to plan before acting.

His style is to remain behind the scenes, write his own script with a pen, and then use his racket as a conductor's baton to make his opponents dance to his movements.

But ever since he arrived in Yamabuki, strange things have been happening one after another. Not only did Shibukawa secure the ministerial position ahead of schedule, but now even Sengoku's condition is somewhat beyond his expectations.

but.

This wasn't the first time he'd encountered something like this, and he regained his composure within seconds.

Then, Mizuki smiled slightly, accepted the serve that Sengoku had given up, and turned to walk towards the baseline.

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

At this moment, the referee on the high chair, after confirming the status of the two players, announced loudly, "Kanzuki serves, game over."

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

immediately.

All eyes then fell on Mizuki at the bottom line.

He gently tapped the tennis ball, as if searching for a feel for it. At the same time, his gaze slowly fell on his opponent.

"Thousand Stones."

Mizuki casually grabbed the tennis ball, a glint of light flashing in her eyes: "I'll use you as my stepping stone to land in Yamabuki!"

Bang!

The thought crossed my mind.

Mizuki quickly smashed the tennis ball.

The ball speed wasn't fast, and the landing point wasn't particularly tricky. Not to mention Sengoku, even regulars like Minami and Higashi, and even some non-regular third-year students, could easily return the serve.

therefore.

Some people couldn't help but feel a bit of disdain.

"This serve..."

However, Sengoku, who was ready to receive the serve on the court, subtly darkened his gaze.

He was all too familiar.

Not long ago, on that street tennis court, he was gradually driven into the abyss by a ball that was just as awkward as this.

Swish!

next moment.

Sengoku looked up, his gaze fixed on Mizuki, a thought flashing through his mind: "Data tennis?!"

The guy in front of me is actually a rare data-driven player?

Tap tap!

Almost simultaneously, Sengoku also moved. The ball wasn't difficult; although his reaction was a beat slow, his stats were already quite high, and with his level 3 dynamic vision, he easily countered the ball before it hit the ground.

"Ok?"

but.

Sengoku's response caused the other members of Yamabuki to frown subconsciously, especially the regulars. They knew his strength and should have responded in a more decisive and efficient way.

However, that last shot was clearly a bit sluggish.

"Oh."

Contrary to everyone's doubts, when Kanzuki saw Sengoku's reaction, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"really."

"A person's habits cannot be easily changed. Once I understand your playing style, this game is completely under my control."

Guan Yue is very confident.

While data-driven strategies cannot guarantee a 100% win rate, exceptional players like Shibukawa are rare. Moreover, even among professional players, no one has ever achieved a 100% win rate.

In Kanzuki's view, as long as the net he had spread out gradually tightened, Sengoku would eventually be defeated by him.

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

boom!

soon.

The two faced off repeatedly on the court.

Mizuki was mostly testing the waters; he tried hitting the tennis ball to a spot that Sengoku wasn't good at, as indicated in the data. And the latter's reaction was exactly as he had predicted.

In less than a minute of back-and-forth, Guan Yue was basically certain that the data he had was correct.

Bang!

immediately.

Mizuki begins her attack.

With a backhand smash to Sengoku's backhand side, forcing him to retreat and receive the ball, Mizuki quickly pressed forward under the shocked gazes of the onlookers, catching up before the tennis ball hit the ground and gently slicing it out with his racket head lowered.

Pat-pat...

The tennis ball rolled past.

The second-year player, who was sitting on the high chair as the referee, paused for a moment, then announced loudly, "15-0!"

"That short ball...it's such a perfect shot!"

"Hmm, it's clear that this Guan Yue isn't just bluffing; he actually has some real skills."

"Compared to that, I'm more interested in his tactics. He first forces Sengoku to pull back with a deep shot, then decisively pushes forward and hits a short shot."

Nan spoke last, his tone grave: "The whole process was seamless. Even among the teams in major tournaments, very few possess this level of execution."

"Ah."

Upon hearing this...

Dongfang, Xindumi, and others nodded in agreement.

The average player just thought Mizuki was extraordinary, but only the regular players could see the difference. His technique was skillful, his moves were accurate and fast, and he had a wealth of experience; he didn't seem like an unknown player at all.

However, to their surprise, they had never heard of the name 'Kanju Hajime' in Tokyo or even the Kanto region.

"Could he really be a player from Kyushu or Kansai?"

Even Banta frowned and fell into deep thought.

...

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

boom!

on the field.

The two exchanged blows quickly.

With his serve giving him the first advantage, coupled with his data-driven tennis reasoning, he seemed to have a god-like perspective, able to clearly predict his opponent's next move, allowing him to maintain a firm upper hand.

However, Sengoku was no ordinary player. Several times, he hit beautiful shots, scoring two points from Mizuki.

But in the end.

The latter still won the game, taking a 1-0 lead.

"That's amazing!"

The ordinary team members, who were completely bewildered, all showed expressions of shock. In their eyes, this second-year student named Mizuki, who was able to win a game against Sengoku, was no ordinary character.

But what surprised them even more was the second game, Sengoku's serve.

Despite being at a disadvantage, Kanzuki was able to seize the initiative continuously through highly accurate predictions, thus putting Sengoku at a disadvantage.

Bang!

After Mizuki scored, someone couldn't help but widen their eyes: "Is this for real?! Sengoku actually lost a point on his serve?!"

They had never seen a match between Mizuki and Shibukawa.

Therefore, in the hearts of these Yamabuki members, Sengoku's strength is definitely on par with Shibukawa's, and he still maintains the undefeated myth within Yamabuki.

result.

However, Mizuki effortlessly shattered this myth. The resulting shock left many people deeply stunned.

What shocked them even more was that in the next match, Sengoku even lost his serve by a margin of 2 points.

"game!"

"Moonlight, 2-0!"

"It's...broken?"

Dongfang looked bewildered.

Shinto Miyabi stared at Mizuki as if she'd seen a ghost: "Just who is this guy?"

Only Nan noticed that something was wrong.

"In the match just now, many of the shots didn't seem particularly powerful, but Sengoku seemed to be struggling to handle them. Could it be...?"

Bang!

At this time.

The third game begins.

Mizuki quickly smashed the tennis ball.

Now, he not only leads in points, but also appears very composed in the overall game because he understands his opponent's information.

but.

Guan Yue did not become complacent.

He knew very well that his opponent hadn't used his full strength. Of course, Mizuki himself was the same; he also had ways to restrain himself from the information about Sengoku's abilities and special moves.