My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

Bang!

however.

Just as Uesugi was having a lot of ideas in his mind and believed he was more than 70% sure he could beat his opponent, a pale yellow light suddenly burst forth on the service line in front of him without warning.

Swish!

In an instant.

Time seemed to stand still.

The shocked expressions on the faces of the Yamabuki group froze.

Uesugi, as the captain, was also in a state of intense shock, staring in disbelief at the clear mark imprinted on the service line.

Pat-pat...

At this time.

The sound of a tennis ball hitting the wall and rolling back came from behind Uesugi. He snapped out of his daze and subconsciously wiped his forehead, only to find his hand covered in cold sweat.

"This guy..."

Uesugi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

He knew he had underestimated his opponent; the opponent was far stronger than he had imagined. But the more this was the case, the more he needed to stay calm, otherwise the situation would only worsen.

"This time, you won't score on your serve."

Uesugi perked up, his gaze fixed on Atobe. Then, he saw Atobe toss the tennis ball up, bend his knees and back in a perfect stance, then quickly extend his body, raise his racket, and smash the ball.

The whole process was as smooth as flowing water, a delight to watch.

Bang!

immediately.

A crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground rang out.

Uesugi, who was fully focused, also used his experience from previous matches to predict the trajectory and landing point of the tennis ball.

As it turns out, he truly lived up to his title as the captain of Yamabuki, possessing the skill level of a Kanto-class player.

After adjusting his mindset, he immediately caught the trajectory of Atobe's serve, including accurately predicting its landing point.

Boom!

however.

Just as the tennis ball landed and Uesugi tried to react and return the ball, his pupils suddenly contracted uncontrollably.

"I can't move?!"

As the tennis ball bounced rapidly after landing and swept past him, a storm of emotions surged within Uesugi.

A bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

When Uesugi raised his head again, his gaze toward Atobe suddenly became filled with apprehension and...fear!

...

Pfft!

In the blink of an eye.

Ten minutes passed.

"Whoosh...whoosh..."

One side of the stadium.

A brown-haired boy, wearing a white-green short-sleeved shirt and covered in sweat, knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

"Yamabuki's tennis is nothing special."

The handsome young man opposite him, wearing a light gray short-sleeved shirt, gave a disdainful sneer and turned to leave.

"This guy..."

The other members of the Yamabuki team were very angry, but when they thought about how the other side could easily defeat their captain, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Niito sighed, "There's nothing we can do. The gap between the national level and the Kanto level is just too big. The minister..."

"National level? Are you kidding me?"

But just then, a young man with short, wine-red hair, who was passing by the Hyotei team, sneered: "That Atobe guy didn't even use 60% of his strength."

This statement came out.

The expressions of Yamabuki and the others froze once again.

Chapter 9: Improved Movements - A Way to Quickly Enhance Strength

"How is that possible!"

Watching the Hyotei members' departing figures, the Yamabuki members still wore expressions of utter disbelief.

"Are you... joking?"

One of the third-year regulars, his forehead covered in cold sweat, swallowed hard and said, "He even defeated Uesugi in an instant... how could he have only used less than 60% of his strength!"

"Hmm...it's not impossible."

However, Uesugi, exhausted after losing the match, wore a complex expression: "The gap between the national level and the Kanto level is bigger than I imagined. And Atobe... is probably not just an ordinary national level player."

"But...but..."

Nitobe Inakichi, with his mushroom-shaped haircut, opened his mouth, forcing a helpless, bitter smile: "He's only in second grade!"

Upon hearing this...

The Yamabuki regulars were energized.

Dongfang, also a second-year regular, looked bitter, while the other third-year team members shook their heads in unison.

They felt immense pressure, but the national tournament was over. No matter how strong Atobe was, it was no longer relevant to them.

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Uesugi immediately realized that these third-year students had already given up.

As for Nitobe and Touhou...

Obviously.

With their talent and strength, neither of them could possibly lead Yamabuki and Hyotei to a standstill. Not only them, but even the current vice-captain, Kentaro Minami, couldn't do it.

Thinking of this, a face involuntarily appeared in Uesugi's mind: "In the entire Yamabuki region, probably only that person has the potential to rival Atobe."

"Hey? Everyone's here!"

At this time.

A handsome young man with orange hair appeared not far from them, looking over with a surprised expression.

"Sengoku, where did you go?"

Shindo, Touhou, and others all frowned.

At this moment, the group's gazes unconsciously turned to a long-haired girl dressed in a high school uniform not far from Sengoku, and they all looked at the orange-haired boy, Sengoku Kiyosumi, the most talented member of the Yamabuki regulars, with strange eyes.

"Hehehe..."

The latter scratched his head sheepishly.

"Thousand Stones."

Suddenly, Uesugi, who had been silent until now, spoke. He looked over with a serious expression, his gaze fixed on Sengoku: "Come with me, I have something to tell you."

"this......"

Watching the other person's departing figure, and seeing the obviously complicated expressions on the faces of the others, he felt a slight stirring in his heart, and his gaze immediately became serious.

Immediately, Sengoku chased after Uesugi. He had a premonition that something terrible had just happened there.

...

Tokyo.

Yamabuki Tennis Club.

While Uesugi and Atobe were facing off, Shibukawa mingled among the team members, carrying out his own daily training.

Now, he has mastered the essential techniques of racket swing training. Even with his eyes closed, he can perform the most standard movements.

Because of his own weakness, Shibukawa had an extremely strong desire to become stronger. Therefore, apart from necessary rest time, he tried to become stronger almost every minute of every day.

With this in mind, he devoted himself even more to training, striving to make every swing of the racket perfectly standard, without the slightest deviation.

Swish!

In the process of repeatedly performing the mechanical movements, just before swinging the racket one time, Shibukawa suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He then followed this sudden burst of inspiration and completed the swing.

[Complete an excellent swing]

[Swing Experience +2]

[Current racket swing level 4 (643/1000)]

Ok?

Upon seeing the notification that appeared before him, Shibukawa was visibly taken aback.

"Excellent swing?"

"This time, my swing experience has doubled?!"

If the notification hadn't still been displayed, Shibukawa would have even doubted whether he was seeing things. But then, he felt a surge of excitement.

"This means that the higher the completion rate of training, the faster the experience is gained!"

"As long as I can complete an excellent swing every time, the skill that originally took 3 days to upgrade can be reduced by half."

This unexpected discovery was a treasure trove for Shechuan.

Although the experience required to level up the racket swing skill at this stage isn't much, it's clear that the experience required becomes increasingly daunting as the level increases.

A higher level of completion means he can improve his skills more quickly.

"This is why the proficiency panel is so important."

Shibukawa increasingly realized just how important this proficiency panel, which only he could see, was. If it weren't for that string of numbers, he probably would have doubted whether he was imagining things.

They wouldn't even take that brilliant swing to heart.

Now that he can see his own progress, he can focus more intently on finding that fleeting feeling from just now.

Although he can't fully master it in a short time, as long as he finds the right direction, he will always succeed. This alone will save him a lot of time.

immediately.

Shechuan threw himself back into training.

To regain his previous feeling, he slowed down his swing again. At first, he had no clue what to do, but as he focused on the swing, that wonderful feeling resurfaced.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

...

at last.

During his thirty-fourth swing, a new prompt appeared before Shibukawa's eyes.

[Complete an excellent swing]

[Swing Experience +2]

[Current racket swing level 4 (678/1000)]

"call!"

Shibukawa exhaled a deep breath, feeling the soreness in his arm from the continuous swinging of the racket, but his gaze became even sharper.

This high-intensity, focused training, while consuming more of his physical and mental energy, brought him great satisfaction from the sense of accomplishment he gained in terms of experience and improved skills.