My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

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? Chapter 73 Shichuan vs. Qianshi and Guanyue (please order first)

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Mountain blows.

Tennis club.

The training atmosphere was incredibly intense.

Especially with the school's selection competition just a month past, a new round of selections is about to begin. Everyone is eager to show their skills.

In a corner.

Akutsu, with his upright posture, repeatedly hit the ball against the wall. His shots were powerful, leaving a clear mark on the wall after each hit.

Today, the wall is covered with countless ball-hitting marks. And if you look closely, you'll notice that these marks are increasingly concentrated towards the center.

"His skills are also improving."

Not far away, Banta, who had been secretly observing Akutsu, nodded to himself. Akutsu's physical talent was outstanding, but his technique was a weakness.

In the past, he would have been grateful if the other person had even joined the tennis club. But now, because of Shibukawa's presence, Akutsu has also begun to instinctively learn on his own.

This is a good thing.

In Banta's eyes, the most difficult thing to solve was Akutsu's training. The opponent was like a proud lone wolf, who would only hide in a corner and lick his wounds even when injured.

However, although Akutsu still hasn't integrated into the Yamabuki team, things are steadily improving. In addition, doubles matches between Minami and Tohoku, and between Nitobe and Kita, are also underway.

A month has passed.

The "Potato Warriors" duo's teamwork is becoming increasingly seamless. As for doubles, Shibukawa is now practically left to his own devices, completely ignoring any training or anything like that.

After all, the "code tactics" alone would be enough for the two teams to practice for quite some time. He simply added some fun elements to the training, such as playing three-legged races to cultivate teamwork between the partners.

This kind of training is unlikely to be effective in a short period of time. But as the understanding and coordination increase, the doubles teamwork will continue to improve, and eventually it may be possible to reach the realm known as the 'doubles miracle'.

Of course, Banta was unaware of this. He was simply pleased with Shibukawa's approach: minimizing disruption to doubles, a sport where they were already strong, and instead focusing on improving individual skills.

"On another note..."

Banta, standing outside the crowd, looked up into the distance and noticed that Sengoku and Mizuki seemed to be plotting something.

"I wonder how Sengoku's boxing training is going. And Mizuki, I remember he seemed to be always in the library, he didn't leave for almost the entire lunch break and after school."

Because he hadn't looked into it much, Banta wasn't very clear about the two's practice progress. But his intuition told him that these two low-key guys might give him a pleasant surprise.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening.

After training, the team members packed up their things and left the tennis club. In the end, even Yuta, who was always a hard worker, was too tired to move.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Not far away, the crisp sound of the ball being struck could still be heard.

"As expected of the Minister in charge of Sichuan Affairs."

Yuta, his face covered in sweat, was filled with admiration. In his heart, the other person was as tall as a mountain, even surpassing Tezuka of Seigaku.

At this point, Yuta didn't have many other ideas. His goal was to become a regular starter for the team next spring, and then follow Shibukawa to compete in the national league the following year.

He put the thought aside and turned to leave. However, another thought lingered in his mind.

"Perhaps, extra training in the evening is also a good plan."

...

Snapped!

Not long after Yuta left, and it seemed that only Shibukawa was left in the tennis club, Shibukawa, having completed his daily training, reached out and caught the tennis ball that bounced back.

The strong tremor made Shechuan's hands feel numb.

He couldn't help but think of the scene in the original work where Byodoin caught Echizen Ryoga's counter-attack shot with one hand.

"To achieve a more comprehensive approach, training grip strength and wrist strength is an unavoidable hurdle."

Junior high school tennis prodigies come in all shapes and sizes: technical, endurance-based, power-based, and even some with unpredictable mental styles. To deal with these players, Shibukawa needs to become more well-rounded.

Moreover, junior high school tennis is just the beginning.

high school students.

u17.

World Cup.

The players here have incredibly diverse playing styles, and some have even defeated the world's number one in the main tournament. Shibukawa certainly doesn't want to end up like Byodoin in the original story, burning himself out just to have a sliver of hope when facing such top-tier opponents.

To outsiders, Shibukawa's strength seemed to have improved by leaps and bounds. But only he knew that he didn't have much time left. Moreover, if the plot changed, the monsters from the original story wouldn't stand still.

For those guys, a spiral-like increase in strength, where one foot steps on the other, is practically commonplace. Especially the protagonist of the original work, whose idealistic power surge is entirely based on 'believing in the power of belief'.

To counter this, he could only keep increasing his stats. Just like Polk, the strongest player in the original German U17 team, he even wanted to surpass his opponent.

It is precisely because of this goal that Shechuan will not fall into confusion.

Ok?

At this moment, as if he had noticed something, he raised an eyebrow, but a smile appeared on his face: "I say, you two don't need to hide it so deeply. Just say what's on your mind."

"As expected of you."

Mizuki emerged from a corner not far away, while Sengoku appeared from another direction.

The two were confident they hadn't given themselves away. But Shibukawa still discovered them, demonstrating the terrifying power of his perception.

"Speak, what is it?"

Shibukawa glanced at the smiling Mizuki. He knew very well that this manager, Yamabuki, never came to his door without a reason.

Moreover, since the other party encouraged Sengoku to come along, it must not be that simple.

"Nothing, I just want to have a fight with you."

A graceful smile appeared on Mizuki's face. It had been about a month and a half since his match against Shibukawa at the Sarujima Tennis Academy.

During this time, Mizuki also lost to Sengoku. Driven by a strong will to improve, his training was incredibly rigorous. Not only was he constantly collecting data on everyone, but he was also secretly developing a secret weapon.

Having considered himself to have achieved 'half-mastery', he was already itching to find someone to fight. And right now, the only three people Yamabuki could seriously challenge were Shibukawa, Akutsu, and Sengoku.

Akutsu was completely out of the question; he was a madman, and no one but Shibukawa could control him. Mizuki didn't want to be targeted by that beast, feeling like he was constantly on edge.

With only the two of them left, Mizuki's first thought was of Sengoku. He could tell that the other had been undergoing intensive training recently.

If he wasn't mistaken, the bandage on the opponent's right hand was a treatment used in martial arts like Sanda and boxing to protect the fist.

Sengoku is indeed a good place to test his strength. If he can defeat his opponent, he can also get back at the humiliation he suffered before.

But Mizuki was more curious about Shibukawa.

The last time the opponent made a move was against Akutsu. As for the school selection tournament and the match against Uesugi, Mizuki automatically filtered that out.

That former minister was a figure from the old era. Not only was he a year older, but his talent was also only average, which completely failed to pique Guan Yue's interest.

Based on the data collected by Mizuki and his post-match observations, he was quite certain that Shibukawa did not give his all in the match between him and Akutsu.

Guan Yue was very curious.

Just how strong is this Yamabuki captain who trains every day, rain or shine, and whose true strength remains shrouded in mystery?

"Fight me?"

Shibukawa looked at Mizuki with some surprise.

Based on his understanding of the person before him, he knew that the other person did not have a masochistic hobby. Moreover, he believed that Guan Yue was well aware that in the past month and a half, the gap between them had not narrowed, but rather widened.

"Yes."

Mizuki looked at Shibukawa seriously, but then he laughed: "Of course, it's not just me."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Shibukawa looked at Sengoku beside him in surprise.

Given the latter's personality, how could he possibly accept a two-on-one team battle?

Little did he know the extent of the blows Sengoku had suffered at the boxing gym during this time. The more diligently Sengoku trained and the more proficient he became in his boxing techniques, the more uneasy he felt towards Shibukawa.

He couldn't understand it, since both of them had started boxing training at almost the same time. Sengoku himself was quite talented, and had even earned praise from the head of the boxing club, Nakamura.

But in the end, he was always one step behind Shechuan... or even more than one step behind!

Therefore, Sengoku's curiosity about Shibukawa's strength was no less than Mizuki's.

"That's interesting."

Seeing their reactions, Shechuan smiled and glanced at the court not far away, saying, "Since you want to play, I'll play with you."

In fact, Shibukawa was also very curious about how much of his strength these two could force out of him by joining forces. After all, Shibukawa now possessed more than 12 different characteristics derived from his skills, not to mention his five-dimensional stats.

Each characteristic provides a considerable boost to him. With his five-dimensional values ​​exceeding 15 points, the accumulated increase in strength has reached an incredible level.

Even Shibukawa himself didn't really know what level he had reached when he gave it his all.

The two sides hit it off.

They soon arrived at the stadium.

"Since it's two against one, we won't fight you for the serve."

Guanyue, standing at the bottom line, spoke.

"no problem."

Shibukawa smiled, not exposing his opponent's scheme. In the world of strategic, data-driven tennis, coming back to serve is always better than going first.

It's obvious that Mizuki wants to test his true colors first.

"In that case, let's start with some appetizers."

Shibukawa, positioned at the baseline, looked up and tossed the tennis ball into the air. Upon seeing this, Mizuki, who was on the other side receiving the serve, immediately turned serious.

He didn't dare to be careless and immediately adopted a serious stance, his eyes fixed on the racket that Shibukawa was swinging.

Swish!

The next moment, the racket swung.

The incredible speed of the backswing, disappearing in the blink of an eye, startled Guan Yue. He instinctively gripped his racket, while the sound of the opponent's serve colliding with the racket reached his ears.

"coming!"

Although he couldn't see the trajectory of the serve, Mizuki roughly judged the landing point of the serve based on his experience. He immediately moved over there.

And Shibukawa's serve landed exactly as he had expected. Although it was slightly off-target, Mizuki's ability made it easy for him to handle.

Swish!

But just as he raised his hand to return the tennis ball, the ball bounced off the ground and strangely made a turn, tracing a playful arc in Guan Yue's eyes.

It just barely grazed past his racket as he swung it.

"this......"

As the tennis ball flew past her, Mizuki's pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively turned to look at her opponent.

"Did you apply spin when you served?"

It's no wonder he was so shocked. Generally, high-speed serves are straight shots because of the time pressure. And Shibukawa's serve, which was so fast that he completely lost track of the racket and the point of contact, should have landed and bounced in a straight line.

however.

The trajectory of the tennis ball's deflection was remarkably subtle. It was as if the opponent had anticipated that Mizuki would return the ball in that manner.

Thinking of this, Mizuki seemed to realize something, and her gaze towards Shibukawa became deep: "So, you're also collecting information about my playing habits, right?"