My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

boom!

boom!

boom!

really.

In the third game, Sengoku started to exert his strength.

He hit three balls in a row, each one hitting Guan Yue with sharp angles and accuracy, striking both sides of her body.

"Such precise ball control..."

Guan Yue squinted.

It would be difficult for a typical Kanto-level player to maintain such a high level of ball control in such an intense match.

But the opponent is Sengoku.

Even if the opponent is not a national-level expert, it is still possible for them to do so.

Thinking of this.

Guan Yue raised her head, her gaze locking onto her opponent's dark brown eyes, and a certain special ability flashed through her mind.

Dynamic vision!

With this ability, Sengoku is able to hit many shots that seem incredible from an ordinary person's perspective.

However, Mizuki also conducted in-depth research on this ability. And, coincidentally, he had encountered a contestant with a similar ability while studying in France.

After deciding to join Yamabuki, Mizuki began to devise a plan to counter this ability.

After losing points in a row and being won a game by Sengoku, Mizuki finally managed to counter the move after personally experiencing her opponent's abilities.

"Well?"

at the same time.

The people present also sensed that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Even though Sengoku had turned the tide, they had a very bad feeling.

boom!

The fourth game.

Sengoku serves.

He immediately unleashed the Tiger Cannon, aiming to gain the upper hand.

Bang!

however.

Despite having prior knowledge of this move, Mizuki easily countered Sengoku's heavy weapon to the astonishment of onlookers.

Then.

During their match, Mizuki suddenly used a surprising tactic, striking the ball with the edge of her racket and adding a certain amount of side spin, causing some unusual changes in the spin of the tennis ball.

However, these changes are not visible to ordinary people. Only Sengoku's eyes can see at least seven or eight, and sometimes even more than ten, overlapping spheres.

"How are you feeling, Sengoku?"

Seeing the change in her opponent's expression, Mizuki revealed a playful smile: "Are you satisfied with the surprise I prepared for you?"

That's right.

This is the ultimate move that Mizuki prepared for Sengoku—the Afterimage Ball!

In the original story, during the tournament, he tailored a fighting style specifically to counter Kikumaru after understanding his situation.

Compared to Kikumaru, Sengoku has stronger dynamic vision. As a result, he can capture a wider range of images with his dynamic vision, but this also puts a greater strain on his eyes.

As time went on, Sengoku indeed began to show signs of strain.

Mizuki then took the fourth game, leading her opponent 3-1.

"how is this possible?"

The Yamabuki group looked on incredulously.

"This guy named Mizuki... is no ordinary person!"

At that moment, a figure appeared beside Banta. It was none other than Uesugi, who had been defeated by Shibukawa the day before and had been removed from his position as department head.

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Banta nodded and said, "His playing style is problematic. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be specifically targeting Sengoku's [Dynamic Vision]."

As a coach with extensive experience, Banta immediately saw through Mizuki's intentions. However, it must be said that the opponent played beautifully, without any tricks, and with precise, targeted attacks.

"In that case, Sengoku will be in danger."

Uesugi's expression was somewhat grave.

Sengoku's fighting style was figured out by his opponent, his special moves were broken, and his abilities were used against him, leaving him in a complete predicament.

Swish!

however.

Just then, Sengoku suddenly closed his eyes.

"Oh?"

Guan Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, then smiled:

"Using this method, you can indeed avoid being countered by my eyesight. But the problem is, when you close your eyes, your own strength will be reduced by more than half, right?"

however.

However, the situation developed in a way that did not meet his expectations.

Sengoku had his eyes closed, yet his movements were completely fluid. His actions even made Mizuki wonder if his opponent was feinting and hadn't actually closed his eyes.

But when he hit the afterimage ball, Sengoku was still unaffected.

Not only that.

The parts of Sengoku's weaknesses that were originally mentioned in his information were gradually overcome by his opponent. He even turned the tables and used those weaknesses to set several traps for Mizuki.

"This guy..."

In the blink of an eye, her opponent won two games in a row, and after the score was tied at 3-3, Mizuki could no longer maintain her original calm and composed demeanor.

Once again, things were out of his control.

First it was Shibukawa, and now it's a thousand koku!

That situation, which deviated from his script, made him very unhappy. He secretly raised his opinion of Sengoku's potential.

"wrong."

But soon, Mizuki overturned her own guess.

"This guy is indeed very talented, but it's impossible for him to come up with these solutions in such a short time. Unless... he underwent special training beforehand!"

Thinking of this.

Guan Yue vaguely sensed that she seemed to be getting closer to the truth.

Swish!

immediately.

He turned his head and, under the puzzled gazes of those around him, stared intently at the black-haired boy outside the arena who, after making eye contact with him, revealed a meaningful smile.

"really."

Upon seeing the smile on the other person's face, Mizuki was completely certain of her guess.

"Damn it."

He clenched his fists tightly, his face extremely pale.

He, who has always been adept at crafting scripts for others, has now found himself trapped in a script already written by someone else. And he is dutifully playing his role.

Chapter 57 Yamabuki’s Manager

Bang!

"game!"

"Sengoku, 4-3, switch positions!"

The referee, seated on the high chair, spoke loudly.

Sengoku overtook them, and the second-year referee, who knew him well, was naturally delighted. Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed Sengoku would definitely win in the end.

"Damn it."

Losing another game, and with her serve broken, Mizuki's face turned quite grim.

The same thing happened again.

This reminded him of his recent experience at the Sarushima Tennis Academy. And the person who had led this match was the very same person who had defeated him and forced him to Yamabuki.

"A letter from Shechuan!"

Mizuki clenched her fists inwardly.

He was unwilling to accept defeat. More importantly, he was unwilling to admit that his faith in data-driven tennis would be challenged time and again.

Even though Sengoku might have been dealt with by Shibukawa using the same tactics before, the adaptability he displayed still made Mizuki wary.

On-the-spot adaptability.

Extensive competition experience.

And that decisive action surprised even Mizuki.

If it were him, he would absolutely never give up that exceptional eye. And this is also one of Mizuki's own flaws; he doesn't want things to develop beyond his expectations.

In fact, this is a common problem in data tennis.

People who are good at working with data are very sensitive to changes in data. And fluctuating data itself increases the computational difficulty exponentially.

But now, no matter what, it has already happened. Even if Mizuki is unwilling, she has no choice but to face the changes in her opponent.

What should I do?

Guan Yue fell into deep thought.

boom!

And this time.

Sengoku's serve slammed to the ground.

In an instant, Guan Yue seemed to hear the roar of a ferocious tiger, and she immediately became fully awake.

"what happened?"

"This is a game, how could I be so distracted?"

boom!

however.

In response to Mizuki's serve, however, came another fierce attack. Compared to before, Sengoku's Tiger Cannon had changed its landing point; it was no longer a straight line aimed at absolute distance, but rather an unpredictable attack to the left and right.

Two consecutive aces completely stunned Mizuki.

boom!

soon.

Another serve landed.

Mizuki stood there dumbfounded. Seeing this, the Yamabuki group, who had been worried that the situation would reverse again, were all stunned.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

Dongfang looked bewildered.