My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

With Akutsu's powerful spike, the referee immediately announced, "Akutsu, 5-5!"

"call......"

Seeing this, the crowd outside the arena all let out a sigh of relief.

The intensity of the match was so great that even those who weren't directly involved were left breathless. Especially since they were terrified of missing the outcome of a single point, almost everyone was on edge.

The intense back-and-forth battles that have lasted for nearly 30 minutes since the start of the match have left them mentally exhausted and with sore eyes.

"It's five to five."

Outside the court, Uesugi said in a deep voice, "The upcoming eleventh inning will probably be the key to deciding the outcome of the match."

"Ah."

Ban Tian, ​​standing next to him, nodded: "Although the match has only lasted 30 minutes, this kind of duel that requires a high degree of concentration every second consumes far more energy than a regular match."

Sengoku has impressive physical abilities, while Akutsu is a monster with boundless stamina like a wild beast.

The former, with his rich experience, was able to conserve energy more scientifically and rationally, offsetting the impact of the latter's formidable physical prowess. In terms of physical fitness, neither of them had an advantage.

Therefore, Uesugi made that judgment. The eleventh inning will likely be the key to deciding the outcome of the match.

"I never expected this match to go this far."

Muromachi couldn't help but sigh amidst the crowd.

He was finding the match quite difficult to watch; just keeping up with the two players was making him dizzy. Yuta, standing next to him, was in a similar state; hearing Muromachi's words, he couldn't help but chime in:

"Both Sengoku-senpai and Akutsu-senpai are formidable masters. I just don't know who will win this match."

At this point, as if remembering something, he turned to look at Shibukawa beside him: "Minister, who do you think will win?"

The words fell.

The surrounding team members all turned their heads to look at Shibukawa. The latter smiled and said, "Anything is possible."

"Both Sengoku and Akutsu are incredibly talented. Although Akutsu has a higher physical talent, Sengoku has more match experience, which is enough to close the gap for now."

"At this point in the match, both sides are almost evenly matched in terms of basic physical abilities and tennis skills."

At this point, Shibukawa paused, looked up at the two players on the court who had finished their brief rest and were ready to continue playing.

"Therefore, what will determine the outcome of the competition next is their self-esteem and desire to win."

Self-esteem?

The desire to win?

Yuta was taken aback when he heard this.

Nan, Dongfang, and the others fell into deep thought.

boom!

At this time.

Sengoku kicks off with great force.

After 30 minutes of play, he was already showing signs of fatigue. His serves had become less effective, but his opponent's performance had also declined. Therefore, after serving, Sengoku didn't hesitate to move forward and volley the ball.

"Serve and volley?!"

Everyone immediately perked up.

It's clear that Sengoku's fighting spirit hasn't diminished over time. On the contrary, his desire to win is far stronger than others imagine.

"Sengoku... Ugh!"

Upon seeing this from the sidelines, Uesugi was briefly surprised, but then a look of relief flashed in his eyes.

This Yamabuki prodigy, whom he had always considered a waste of his talent and a slacker, has finally woken up. It's a bit late for this year's already-over season, but for next year, anything is still possible.

"Humph!"

On the other side, Akutsu's eyes flashed coldly when he saw Sengoku surfing the internet.

After half an hour of back-and-forth play, he had become more adept at controlling the ball. Facing his opponent's attempt, he immediately and without hesitation unleashed a powerful, aggressive shot.

However, Sengoku, who had become even more obsessed with winning, did not slow down. Facing the dangerous shot coming at him, his adrenaline surged, and a determined glint flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, he accelerated and began swinging his racket wildly.

boom!

A loud bang.

Sengoku, accelerating, collided solidly with the tennis ball, the powerful impact nearly knocking him to the ground. But he did manage to deflect the ball, which landed in front of the net.

"15-0!"

"Glug..."

The crowd swallowed hard, then erupted in cheers.

"That Sengoku guy!!!"

"That's insane! Doesn't he know he's going to get hurt?"

"There's no time to worry about that now. The game has progressed to this point, and he has no room to retreat."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Those familiar with Sengoku's character looked at him differently. Even Mizuki, in his mind, would never risk such a gamble for even the slightest chance of winning.

But the other side did it anyway. And they scored.

"It seems we've collected some good data."

Kanzuki squinted, but a glint of light flashed within those slits. Clearly, he wasn't entirely calm about Sengoku's outburst.

"The balance of the game has shifted."

Outside the court, Uesugi remarked, "Tennis is a game for the brave. Sengoku's actions were risky, but in the end, he succeeded!"

is it?

Banda, standing nearby, seemed somewhat noncommittal.

Yes, Sengoku's performance was indeed amazing. But that doesn't mean he has already won the match.

Just like Shibukawa said.

Banta's gaze fell on Akutsu, who had retreated to the baseline with a blank expression. 'The desire to win is only one factor in determining the outcome of a match. Moreover, this person is not without a desire to win.'

'and......'

Thinking this, Banta slightly opened his narrowed eyes: 'For an absolutely arrogant person, they probably wouldn't allow themselves to lose to others consecutively within a few days, would they?'

...

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

boom!

As time went on, Sengoku scored consecutive points.

Especially in the first two points, after scoring through risky plays, he went to the net again, forcing Akutsu to hit a body shot and score again. This forced Akutsu to then be forced to play shots that involved moving left and right.

Seeing this scene confirmed everyone's suspicions. The winner of this match was undoubtedly Sengoku.

really.

As the match progressed, Akutsu won a point, but Sengoku still dominated the overall score, quickly reaching 40-15, giving Sengoku the game point in the 11th game.

Snapped!

At the crucial moment of the back-and-forth battle, Sengoku, who was in red-hot form, hit a short ball that was absolutely amazing.

"We got it!"

Someone excitedly raised their fist.

"No, not yet!"

But someone immediately exclaimed, "Akuzu hasn't given up!!"

Tap tap!

Everyone looked up and saw Akutsu charging towards the net like a cheetah, seemingly in a frenzy. To the astonishment of those around him, the distance between him and the tennis ball visibly shortened.

With a snap.

Akutsu returned the tennis ball.

"Were...we really caught up?"

Some people stared in astonishment at Akutsu, as if he were a monster. Faced with Sengoku's brilliant short shot, Akutsu actually lunged forward from the baseline and returned the tennis ball.

The physical stamina from that long run made it impossible to tell that the opponent had already been playing for more than 30 minutes.

Swish!

But the next moment.

Suddenly, a figure leaped into the air—it was Sengoku, who had anticipated the attack. His eyes blazed with fighting spirit as he raised his racket and smashed it down.

boom!

The loud explosion reverberated.

The tennis ball crashed down like a cannonball.

Everyone, including Banta, thought that Sengoku would definitely win this crucial game, but Akutsu suddenly looked up. Looking at the tennis ball rapidly enlarging in his eyes, his face showed no sign of disappointment or panic; instead, a chilling madness surged forth!

"Give me......"

Driven by the intense pressure of the smash and Akutsu's own pride in never accepting defeat, he not only did not give up, but instead, under the shocked gazes of everyone, he frantically raised his racket and swung it forcefully from bottom to top.

"Get over there!!!"

boom!

Accompanied by a loud impact sound.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, including Sengoku, who was still suspended in mid-air, the tennis ball exploded beneath his feet like a cannonball, bursting into a burst of yellow light.

"Gudu."

Seeing this, the referee on the high chair subconsciously swallowed, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "4, 40-30..."

Wow!!!

moment.

The entire stadium erupted in cheers.

"really."

To this, Shibukawa, watching from the sidelines, revealed a knowing smile: "How could a monster with SS+ level talent possibly succumb to this level of pressure?"

If Sengoku, with his potential rating of A+, is definitely a top-tier junior high school student in Japan, then Akutsu, with his talent rating of SS+, is a true monster.

In the match before them, Sengoku's intense desire to win unleashed his fighting spirit, completely activating this exceptionally talented monster.

The outcome of this match is already decided!

Chapter 69 Akutsu's data comes from Shibukawa's suggestion.

boom!

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

On the court, two figures moved constantly from side to side, vigorously swinging tennis balls. Although the match had been going on for more than 40 minutes, both players were covered in sweat from the intense competition, and their physical strength was visibly declining.

However, both Sengoku and Akutsu were holding their breath, and even though they could clearly feel the pain in their bodies, they gritted their teeth and did not give up.

In addition to physical pain, there is also mental stress and the irresistible temptations emanating from the depths of one's heart.