My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

"You must be decisive, fast, and powerful when you throw a punch!"

"Rhythm, breathing! Don't rush! Maintain this state!!"

...

The scene was very noisy.

But this densely packed environment, filled with the sounds of punches, shouts, and coaches yelling, gave Sengoku a sense of security.

The smell of sweat, which is unpleasant to others, fuels his enthusiasm.

However, Sengoku didn't blindly rush over to practice boxing. Instead, he wisely went to the training area, where the students looked to be no more than eleven or twelve years old, significantly younger than Sengoku.

This is basic training. The middle-aged coach in front has a small microphone attached to his body, and his voice comes through the sound system next to him.

"The most important thing in boxing is not throwing punches, but dodging and practicing body techniques."

"To defeat an opponent, you don't need to attack them as many times as possible. Instead, you need to ensure your own safety to the greatest extent possible while they are attacking."

"I'm going to teach you the most basic sliding step now..."

Footwork?

Sengoku immediately perked up.

Although boxing and tennis are two completely different sports, they still have many similarities. For example, footwork: tennis offers more space to move around, but you still need to handle close-range balls frequently.

This is highly compatible with footwork techniques that allow for quick maneuvering within a narrow space.

"I'll teach you the forward slide step first."

"This is footwork used to advance and strike in conjunction with punches. Once mastered, it can also be used to find the right distance to confront an opponent."

"Remember, whether you're attacking or defending, you need to adjust the distance appropriately. Only in this way can you put yourself in an advantageous position."

The coach explained as he began to demonstrate.

"When using this footwork, the left foot slides forward and the right foot follows in time, but the two feet still maintain the same position and distance as before."

As he spoke, he slightly raised his left heel while simultaneously pushing off the ground with his right foot, moving both feet forward while maintaining the original distance. His upper body remained in the same posture, with his center of gravity always positioned between his feet.

"One word... Steady!"

Sengoku expressed his feelings from the bottom of his heart.

He thought of Akutsu's fighting style, where even with vigorous lower body movements, the upper body remained stable. This required amazing balance, but if he mastered the boxing slide step in front of him, he might be able to develop his own balance.

Just do it.

Sengoku felt no shame at all for being older than the group of beginners in front of him, and instead became completely absorbed in practicing footwork.

Lift your foot, take a step, maintain your balance...

Sengoku practiced repeatedly, and because of his already good physical foundation, he quickly got the hang of it. Although he couldn't achieve the same smoothness as the coach's demonstration, he had already found the feeling.

"Ok?"

Not far away, the coach who was urging the students to practice seemed to notice something, looked up and locked his gaze on Sengoku.

"A high-level student actually came here?"

He subconsciously assumed that Sengoku was an advanced student who had already mastered the sliding step and had come to the beginner's area to show off. But just as he was about to reprimand him, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"wrong."

"This kid's footwork... is too rough!"

"Besides, he trains very diligently, and I don't recall having any advanced students like him before. Could it be another older beginner?"

The coach thought to himself, "What a coincidence!"

Just moments before, he had spotted a boy of similar age. The boy was clearly a beginner as well, but he was learning boxing footwork very quickly.

Various practical skills can be mastered almost instantly.

If he hadn't confirmed that the man wasn't interested in professional boxing, he would have offered to recruit him.

"Hmm, this guy has some talent too."

After observing Sengoku's gliding technique repeatedly, the middle-aged coach saw a visible improvement in his mastery of the gliding steps and, unable to contain his excitement, immediately walked up to him.

"Hello."

"Hello, hello..."

Seeing the coach suddenly appear in front of him, Sengoku greeted him somewhat nervously.

"You're a beginner, aren't you?"

The middle-aged coach cut to the chase: "Are you interested in learning real boxing with me?"

Sengoku was taken aback upon hearing this.

Seeing the other person's genuinely serious expression, he immediately realized that they wanted him to become a professional boxer.

Thinking of this, he immediately shook his head: "Sorry, I play tennis. I'm here just to gain some experience from boxing."

"tennis?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged coach instinctively frowned: "Another one? He clearly has such great boxing talent, why does he have to choose tennis..."

Ok?

The speaker meant no harm, but Sengoku, standing nearby, subconsciously raised an eyebrow.

"Wait, have you seen any other people who play tennis like me?"

"Here."

The middle-aged coach casually pointed to the sandbag area not far away, where a figure was practicing in front of the sandbag: "That's the guy. In just half an hour, he has not only mastered the basic footwork, but he has also started practicing hitting the sandbag."

"That person is..."

Sengoku subconsciously turned his head, but when he saw the figure of the boy with short, neat hair and a strong, muscular body, his pupils shrank.

"How could it be him?!"

Chapter 71 Kendo Practice! Yamabuki Team Confirmed

"She...shechuan?!"

Seeing the black-haired boy in the distance, maintaining a perfect posture and constantly practicing on the sandbag, Sengoku was completely dumbfounded.

what's the situation?

Why is the other person here?!

Suddenly, Sengoku realized something. The pretty girl at the front desk's mutterings and the way Suzuki looked at him were all connected to the situation before him.

"So, those people were actually talking about Shechuan?"

Sengoku took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. He was somewhat surprised by Shibukawa's sudden appearance, but more than that, he was curious.

As the captain of Yamabuki, his daily training was undeniably rigorous. It was precisely because of this that he was able to transform from a tennis novice into Yamabuki's strongest player in just three months.

And now, the other party has actually started practicing boxing.

Isn't this a waste of time and energy?

Sengoku immediately dismissed this conjecture.

He knew very well that Shibukawa's presence here was most likely related to Banta. If that was the case, then Banta's purpose was probably the same as his own.

That is, by practicing boxing, one can enhance their abilities, thereby enriching their tennis style.

"What a terrifying guy!"

Qianshi sighed in his heart.

If it were anyone else, even Uesugi, he might have suspected that the other person's sudden interest was just a passing fad. But Shibukawa was different. Given the other person's serious attitude towards tennis practice, Sengoku was certain that the other person wasn't joking!

Thinking of this, Sengoku calmed down and began to carefully observe Shibukawa's movements.

step back.

Raise your hand.

Throw a punch.

Shibukawa's movements weren't fast, but they were very steady and precise. This reminded Sengoku of how Shibukawa had started practicing his swings – unhurried and gradually accumulating experience.

By the time everyone realized what was happening, their usual practice had long since become muscle memory, turning into Shibukawa's instinctive hitting motion.

Now, it's clear that the opponent is preparing to replicate their tennis training experience in boxing.

"call!"

Sengoku watched for a while, and after confirming through dynamic vision that the other person's movements were indeed perfectly standard, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his gaze became profound.

Feeling the pressure, he dared not slack off in the slightest. He turned back to the group of beginners, stood silently at the back of the line, and followed the coach to learn the basics of boxing step by step.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Sengoku, who had already mastered the basic footwork of boxing, was panting heavily. He had already expended a lot of energy today, and it was only because of his extraordinary talent that he had been able to hold on this long.

However, when Sengoku turned his head to look at Shibukawa's location, he found that the other party was still practicing his punches.

'Bang bang'

'Bang bang'

The dull thud of the snare hitting the sandbag invigorated Sengoku.

At this moment, Shibukawa's face was covered in sweat, but his eyes remained unchanged, still so calm. Upon closer inspection, this made Sengoku feel a sense of unease.

"It would be strange if someone like that didn't succeed."

Sengoku thought to himself, "Someone like Shibukawa, pushing every ounce of his strength to the limit... even a pig could cultivate into a demon."

"No."

"I can't stop."

"If I leave like this, I'll never catch up with him!"

The power of example is endless.

Shibukawa's presence subtly ignited Sengoku's fighting spirit. He didn't want to admit defeat, nor did he want to fall too far behind these two monsters, Shibukawa and Akutsu.

Especially when he thought that he himself had become Yamabuki's weak point, the biggest flaw in the eyes of his opponents, Sengoku suddenly felt a jolt of energy and his heart was filled with boundless fighting spirit.

...

Pfft!

Another half hour passed.

Completely exhausted, Sengoku collapsed to the ground, powerless.

"I really... have absolutely no strength left..."

Sengoku lay on the ground, panting heavily. Just then, a figure walked up to him; it was Suzuki, wearing a black vest.

"You're very good."

Suzuki looked at Sengoku with more appreciation in his eyes, but then shook his head and said, "But don't let your body get too tired at the beginning of training. Otherwise, you won't be able to keep going for long."

"No, it's okay."

Sengoku struggled to his feet, his gaze drifting towards the direction where Shibukawa had been standing. But Shibukawa was no longer there, and there were only a few people left in the sandbag area.

Are you looking for that Shibukawa?

Seemingly sensing his thoughts, Suzuki spoke up: "He left about five minutes ago. You two seem to know each other? Seriously, since when are all tennis players monsters like you?"

He has a sullen personality and doesn't wait for Sengoku's response before he starts complaining to himself.

"gone?"

Sengoku ignored the other's mutterings and looked at the spot where Shibukawa had been standing, letting out a sigh of relief. The tension in his heart also eased.

Regardless, he persisted longer than his opponent, and that was enough.

...

at the same time.