My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

No matter what, the opponent shouldn't have made such a basic mistake, right? Shouldn't the priority have been to return the ball to its original position as much as possible?

No, I don't know.

Shintobe also looked puzzled.

The black-haired boy before them was a far cry from his confident demeanor before the match. If one didn't see the scoreboard, no one would believe that he had previously dominated Sengoku.

"This is the third change."

Contrary to what others might imagine, Mizuki was actually calculating rapidly in her mind the various data from Sengoku's three serves.

Ultimately, he concluded that without sufficient time, it would be impossible for him to collect specific data on the new type of Tiger Cannon.

He is now almost driven to the brink. If he continues to let things develop unchecked, only a crushing defeat awaits him.

Swish!

Thinking of this.

Guan Yue suddenly looked up, and when she looked at Qian Shi, a resolute look she had never seen before flashed in her eyes.

boom!

At this time.

Sengoku serves.

It is still an improved version of the new Tiger Cannon, with greater power, faster speed, and more unpredictable landing point.

Tap tap!

After observing the direction of the tennis ball's landing point, Mizuki decisively took action. However, because she only reacted after 'seeing,' she was already half a beat slower.

Seeing that time was running out, Mizuki decided to go all out and ran wildly toward the tennis ball, disregarding her image.

With a loud bang.

After the tennis ball bounced off the ground, Mizuki leaped into the air and swung her racket to hit the ball towards her opponent's backhand side.

Snapped!

The tennis ball landed close to the baseline, almost going out of bounds. It also looked rough, unlike the textbook-perfect tennis that Mizuki had played before.

But this ball was a solid point for Sengoku.

"40-15!"

The referee spoke.

Sengoku landed only after serving.

"Well."

Then, he looked at Guan Yue, who was getting up from the ground and didn't even bother to dust off her clothes, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

It's clear that the opponent's style has changed.

The boy who originally appeared as a wise man, always planning before acting and seemingly hiding behind the scenes, has completely changed his fighting style.

No data available.

There was no script.

Everything was the most authentic on-the-spot reaction.

He rarely played tennis like this, in fact, he had never played it before. But at this moment, he could clearly feel his blood inexplicably speeding up after that point, giving him a feeling of excitement he had never experienced before.

Swish!

immediately.

Guan Yue spread her legs apart, leaned forward to lower her center of gravity, and adopted a ready-to-fight posture, staring intently at her opponent.

"Again!"

Sensing the fighting spirit emanating from his opponent, Sengoku let out a low shout and hit the tennis ball again.

Instead of using the tiger cannon serve, he opted for a fast and precise serve close to the edge.

Tap tap!

Mizuki immediately sped up, sprinting near the baseline. After catching up with the tennis ball, he unleashed a powerful smash without hesitation.

This was unexpected by Sengoku.

He didn't expect the other party's style to change so drastically, and he was caught off guard.

Mizuki scores again.

"Yes!"

After winning the game, Mizuki was no longer as elegant and composed as before, but instead excitedly clenched her fist and let out a soft shout.

"Senior Mizuki..."

Yuta, standing in the crowd, was utterly astonished upon seeing this.

He remembered the last match; even when Shibukawa cornered him, his opponent hadn't shown such agitation. It was as if he were displaying two completely different styles—one rational, the other animalistic—the contrast was too stark.

As the game continued...

Mizuki abandoned her rationality and unleashed her passion for tennis as much as possible. With each hit of the tennis ball, she clearly felt the intense vibrations transmitted through the racket, and she could feel her heart racing, as if her blood was being ignited.

This was an experience he had never had before.

"So, tennis can be played like this?!"

Mizuki became completely absorbed in the match, unleashing his passion for tennis like a wild beast.

Soon, he not only leveled the game point, but also scored consecutive points, breaking his opponent's serve and tying the score at 4-4.

"This guy is amazing!"

Sengoku, who was passively taking a beating, looked up and took a deep look at his opponent. His desire to win gradually awakened, and his eyes became even more sharp.

Then.

Sengoku also completely unleashed himself, fully immersing himself in the duel with his opponent.

...

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

boom!

On the court, the two engaged in a fierce battle.

The tennis balls flying back and forth dazzled everyone, leaving not only the ordinary players and regulars breathless. Even former captain Uesugi was stunned by the match before him.

"Is this what Sengoku's all-out effort looks like?"

"That Mizuki is really strong too, he actually went to a tiebreaker with Sengoku?!"

The intense match before him put immense pressure on Uesugi. He subconsciously immersed himself in the game, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Swish!

Suddenly.

Sengoku seized the opportunity and played a short ball.

"pretty!!!"

Seeing Sengoku's textbook-perfect short shot, the Yamabuki crew couldn't help but cheer.

"No, it's not over yet!!!"

next moment.

Then, Guan Yue sprinted towards the tennis ball, and just before it hit the ground a second time, she leaped out like a fish and used all her strength to flick the ball over.

"hiss!"

Upon seeing this, the Yamabuki group couldn't help but gasp.

No one expected that, after the match went to a tiebreaker, Mizuki would be able to save even such a shot.

Swish!

however.

Just then, a figure leaped up, raising his racket high—it was Sengoku, who had been prepared all along.

boom!

next second.

A fierce smash landed on the ground.

After exerting all his strength and nearly exhausting himself, Sengoku's body went limp after the smash and he sat down on the ground.

"The match is over."

Then, the referee's voice rang out: "Kiyosumi Sengoku wins, score... 7-6!"

The scene was initially quiet.

After a long while, just when Mizuki thought she would be ridiculed by the Yamabuki group, a round of applause rang out.

"fantastic!"

"Yeah, I never expected to see a battle of this caliber, it's so exciting!!"

"Sengoku and Mizuki are both too strong!!!"

Everyone chimed in, saying that this match had truly broadened their horizons.

Both players showcased their skills, strategies, and fighting spirit in every aspect. They pressed forward relentlessly, neither giving an inch, resulting in a truly spectacular duel.

Although Mizuki did appear arrogant before the match, he showed a fighting spirit in the later stages of the match, which earned him everyone's respect.

The same goes for Sengoku.

He not only won, but he also used all his skills to make everyone truly feel his desire to win, his fighting spirit that seemed to burn with passion, which even Uesugi had to admit.

This boy, who previously only knew how to flirt with girls, has indeed grown a lot.

of course.

What pleased him even more was the addition of Mizuki.

Judging from the match just now, his opponent's strength is no less than his. Moreover, Mizuki, who excels at data-driven gameplay, can fully utilize his strengths to enhance the overall strength of the Yamabuki team.

From this perspective, Mizuki's importance to Yamabuki far exceeds that of his former minister.

After a while.

The two walked to the net.

Unlike the tense atmosphere before the match, the two sides tacitly extended their right hands, shook hands, and smiled at each other.

"Mitsuki-kun, you're very strong."

Sengoku genuinely expressed his approval, but then he changed the subject and said with a smile, "But unfortunately, I just experienced your style of play not long ago."

really.

After her suspicions were confirmed, Mizuki laughed: "You have a strong ability to adapt. Even without anyone putting similar pressure on you beforehand, you could probably break through my tactics."

Of course, if that were the case, the outcome of this match would likely be very different. After all, without two or three days of self-reflection on his shortcomings, Sengoku might not be able to mount a counterattack under the pressure of Mizuki's data-driven playing style.

But then again, this was just a practice match. Winning or losing is important, but not that important. Especially for someone like Sengoku, even if he loses this match, he will find a way to counter it later.

Mizuki might win, but it's unlikely he'll keep winning.

"but."

After a pause, Mizuki smiled and said, "I've gathered enough data from this match. The next match won't be so simple."

"it is good."

Sengoku also laughed and said, "I'll wait until next time to fight you again."

He won this match with great difficulty, but the feeling of winning by giving it his all was incredibly satisfying. It not only relieved the anxiety he felt after losing to Shibukawa, but also helped him regain his confidence and become more self-assured about the future.