My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

"Wait, wait... what's that?!"

Just when he thought it was over, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a burst of blue and white light. Then, the tennis ball was completely enveloped.

A flash of lightning.

Electric arcs raged.

A nameless fear spread through Sengoku's heart.

For Kanzuki, standing on the court, the sound of lightning exploding in his ears was like a thunderclap from a clear sky. He couldn't even see the trajectory of the tennis ball, only vaguely catching a trace of lightning, when he heard a muffled thud behind him.

The tennis ball lands on the ground.

Then.

The tennis ball, still carrying considerable force, bounced up and instantly pierced the barbed wire behind the two players.

There was a loud bang.

The hard iron mesh surface had visibly collapsed!

"hiss......"

Guan Yue instinctively turned her head to look, and when she saw the scene behind her clearly, she gasped in shock.

"Gudu."

Sengoku swallowed hard.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if he actually tried to catch that ball. Shaking his head, Sengoku dismissed those terrifying possibilities, and when he looked up, his gaze met Mizuki's.

Immediately, a bitter smile appeared on both of their faces.

really.

Ignorance is bliss.

The two of them actually tried to force each other to reveal their true strength, and even after winning a round by sheer luck, they had the idea of ​​defeating each other.

Looking back now, it seems so ridiculous.

When the gap is visible, one might feel apprehension or envy. But when the gap becomes unimaginable, only deep awe and reverence remain.

"but."

After the initial shock, the two looked at Shibukawa simultaneously. Besides deep awe, their eyes also held a strong sense of excitement.

After all, the person in front of them was no match for them.

On the contrary, with someone like that leading the team, they can compete for a place not only in major competitions, but also in the Kanto region and even the national competitions.

Sengoku had already foreseen the fascinating expressions on the faces of Seigaku and Hyotei when the fully-formed Yamabuki appeared at the Metropolitan Tournament.

? Chapter 76 Visiting Yamabuki

competition is over.

Having lost a two-on-one fight, Sengoku and Mizuki felt embarrassed to linger any longer. Shibukawa, the last to leave, closed the locker room door, and after confirming there were no potential problems, also departed.

After the three left, the tennis club returned to normal.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a figure was quietly watching the direction of the tennis club from inside the second-floor office.

"I never imagined that his strength had grown to such a level!"

Bantian's expression was complex, but it eventually turned to relief.

Shibukawa wasn't originally in his plans. But his appearance undoubtedly gave Yamabuki endless possibilities. Especially considering his growth rate, which was in no way inferior to Akutsu's.

"Working behind closed doors will never work."

Bantian thought for a moment, and realized that the only way he could help the team now was to swallow his pride and contact coaches from other teams to give the players more real-world experience.

...

the other side.

After leaving Yamabuki, Sengoku went straight to the boxing gym. This was already second nature to him.

'Bang bang'

'Bang bang'

Inside the punching bag area, Sengoku unleashed a series of jabs, producing dull thuds. Furthermore, as time passed, his punches became increasingly faster, yet Sengoku remained completely unaware.

At this moment, he couldn't help but recall the lightning-fast, arc-like shot that his opponent had hit during the match that afternoon.

fast.

quasi.

ruthless.

Sengoku, who possessed dynamic vision, clearly saw Shibukawa's movements. He knew that it wasn't a boxing style, but rather a slashing motion reminiscent of swordsmanship.

In a daze.

The image of Shibukawa that flashed through his mind had transformed into one of him wearing a loose robe and wielding a sharp katana. That ball struck the tennis ball as if it were a blade slicing through it.

In an instant, an indescribable and terrifying power erupted!

"While it's not boxing, it's not without its merits."

Sengoku kept throwing punches, and after nearly dozens of blows, his right fist, bearing the recoil from the sandbag, began to ache slightly.

But Sengoku gradually entered a peculiar state.

Swish!

Suddenly.

He swung his fist backward, gathering all his strength, which finally converged in his right fist. With a burst of power, his glove-clad right hand slammed heavily down onto the sandbag in front of him.

boom!

An extremely dull sound exploded.

The boxing gym members around instinctively looked over. When they saw the visibly dented sandbag, their pupils instinctively contracted.

"hiss!"

Someone gasped.

"This kind of power... even advanced students might not be able to unleash it, right?"

In an instant, everyone's gaze towards Sengoku changed. There was awe and surprise, but also curiosity and admiration for the power of his punches.

Sengoku looked around but didn't see Shibukawa, and a look of disappointment appeared in his eyes.

Then.

He turned and went into the locker room.

After confirming that no one was inside, his face instantly contorted with pain in his right hand. He grimaced and carefully removed his boxing glove, his lips twitching as he saw the slightly swollen knuckles of his right fist.

"They went too far."

He was completely lost in his memories and threw a punch without restraint. As a result, although he showed off in front of everyone, he also suffered a minor injury to his right hand.

"However, it wasn't entirely fruitless."

Perhaps because of the intense pain, Sengoku's understanding of the brutal right punch he had just received had become even more profound.

Although he didn't test it in a real match with a tennis ball, he knew that if that punch were converted into a smash in a real match, it would definitely be his strongest move besides the smash.

"Let me think... Hmm, let's call it 'Tiger Claw Break'!"

After naming it, Sengoku suddenly felt that his right hand wasn't hurting as much. If conditions allowed, he even wanted to have a real match to test his skills.

It was at this moment that Shibukawa arrived at the boxing gym, completed his daily practice, and then left for the kendo dojo.

After finishing his kendo practice, he returned home, ate dinner, and then trained for another hour at night. He didn't go to sleep until he picked up Yumi and brought her home.

The excitement of obtaining the proficiency panel at the beginning is long gone in Shibuchi now. Furthermore, as skill levels increase, the experience points required for leveling up also increase significantly.

For Shechuan, the next long period of time will be a slow and arduous one.

Of course, he could learn new skills, since the experience required for the first five levels isn't much. But ultimately, that's just his last resort.

After all, his energy is limited.

Practicing each skill takes up his time. Now, even excluding skills closely related to tennis such as smashes, serves, and slices, he also has five other skills: running, push-ups, sit-ups, boxing, and kendo.

This doesn't even include the swing and quick steps.

If new skills are added, unless Shibukawa can create clones, he really won't be able to handle it.

Moreover, his focus remains entirely on tennis. Improving his tennis skills is a higher priority, and even though his level hasn't increased, as long as his experience points increase, Shibukawa can still feel himself getting stronger little by little.

He was also very curious about what effects the skill would have when it reached its maximum level.

...

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A residential area in Tokyo.

In the courtyard with the nameplate "Fuji" hanging at the entrance, a brown-haired boy wearing light gray clothes is hitting a ball against the wall.

"not enough!"

"not enough!"

"Still not fast enough!"

The brown-haired boy kept increasing the speed of his swing, but he was still not satisfied.

"My current strength might be able to suppress Muromachi to some extent, but it's still not enough to defeat him 100%."

The boy, Fuji Yuuta, a first-year student in Yamabuki, had a very clear goal. He could clearly feel his strength improving during this period.

But that's compared to how he used to be.

Compared to the other members of the Yamabuki team, Yuta's progress is not obvious. Muromachi usually seems carefree, but because he regards Akutsu as his role model, he has been imitating Akutsu's playing style during training.

Although Muromachi's imitation was somewhat awkward due to his limited personal talent, his goal was set high enough that even if he didn't learn even a tenth of Akutsu's ferocity, he was still capable of sweeping aside all the other first-year students on the team except for Yuta and Kita.

In Yuta's view, if he couldn't even completely suppress Muromachi, then there was no way he could suppress the other second-year regulars.

In the current Yamabuki community, everyone is doing their best to climb higher, and even if he is only distracted for a moment, he may be overtaken by someone else.

"Yuta! Dinner's ready!"

Just then, her mother's voice rang out from inside the house.

"Okay, coming right away!"

Yuta quickly agreed, then his gaze sharpened as he watched the tennis ball fly towards him, and he gripped his racket with his left hand and chopped it upwards.

boom!

A loud bang.

The tennis ball shuddered violently from the heavy blow, and then, to Yuta's astonishment, it split into two afterimages, crashing into the wall with a thud.

"That is......"

Yuta was stunned.

He had been trying to finish his practice quickly because his mother was calling him to eat, so he instinctively swung his racket. He never expected it to produce such a unique effect.

"Is it an illusion?"

"It doesn't seem so... Uh, never mind, I'll ask the club president and Mizuki-senpai at school tomorrow."

Yuta scratched his head, not thinking much of it, picked up the tennis ball, and turned to walk into the room.

"That ball from just now..."

Just after Yuta left, a figure emerged from the corner. It was none other than Yuta's older brother, Fuji Syusuke, a regular member of the Seishun Academy tennis team.

In fact, Fuji had been standing in this spot for quite some time. However, Yuuta was so engrossed in his training that he didn't notice his presence.